She quickly looked in the direction where the sound of horse hooves came from.

But I saw a person and a horse flashing past the street over there, and then they ducked into another remote street.

She was surprised and chased after him.

Then, on the road ahead, I saw a horse tied to a tree stump.

On the ground next to the horse's feet, there was a string of things winding toward a dark alley next to it.

There was also a muffled hum that reached her ears.

In the alley, a soldier holding a helmet in his hand was sitting there.

The armor on his body was stained red in many places.

His face was also covered in blood, covering his original appearance.

He was panting heavily, looking as if he had just escaped from hell in a state of shock.

I saw a dark shadow suddenly appear in front of me.

His whole body tensed up.

"who?"

He let out a low cry, subconsciously pulled out the steel knife from his waist and slashed at it.

"Bang!"

His jaw suddenly went numb, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The next moment, a foot slammed down on his shoulder.

Half of his body lost consciousness and he fell to the ground.

A voice fell from above his head.

"Are you... a deserter?"

Nice female voice.

It was pitch dark in the alley, and he couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

But the sound alone is definitely not ugly!

"What kind of deserter? In this kind of place, if I don't escape, I will die!"

He couldn't move his body and lay on the ground to defend himself.

Hearing this and smelling the strong smell of blood on this man, Yang Ruoqing frowned tightly.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in my heart.

"Tell me, where did you escape from? What happened there?"

she asked.

The deserter snorted.

Aren’t you scolding me for deserting the army? I won’t tell you!

"Bang!"

One kick, directly on his leg, so hard that the leg bone was almost broken.

Did this girl grow up eating iron? She is really strong!

"I said, I said, please don't kick me, auntie!" He quickly begged for mercy.

Then, he told him everything he knew.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing know that General Xiahou had asked her to deliver the medicinal materials as quickly as possible. There was indeed a war in the south.

The Nanmanzi in the south are always ready to make a move.

Fearing the garrison, there has been no obvious action.

Recently, a cult force has lurked into the south and colluded with the southern barbarians in an attempt to create some terrorist activities in the border areas of the two countries.

The Emperor of Da Qi ordered General Xiahou who was guarding this place to take strict precautions.

He also ordered General Zhu to lead an army to wipe out the evil cult forces.

The deserter in front of me is not from General Xiahou's command, but a low-level soldier from the "Flying Tiger Army" under General Zhu's command.

Wait, General Zhu?

Is Tang Yazi’s transfer this time a coincidence? Or...

The answer is about to come out!

"It's shameful to be a deserter!" Yang Ruoqing said.

If you run away at a critical moment, what will you do to your teammates who are fighting alongside you?

She despises deserters from the bottom of her heart.

The deserter sneered: "General Zhu often deprives our soldiers of their military pay, and does not give good medicine when they are sick. Only the devil is working for him. It would be strange if he didn't run away!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Ruoqing shouted.

"Let me ask you, this time you go to battle, there are soldiers drawn from General Xiahou in your team. Do you know where they are?" she asked.

The deserter thought for a moment and then said: "Oh, you mean the vanguard team of more than a hundred people?"

pioneer?

Yang Ruoqing gritted her teeth secretly, General Zhu had sent Tang Yazi and his party to lead the charge!

Become cannon fodder?

"Hey, forget about that vanguard team!"

The deserter's gloating voice brought Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.

"That group of people is not a coward, and they don't want to be deserters. General Zhu sent them to lead the charge, and they charged so hard that they were beaten!"

"Hey, what's the result?"

"In less than a day's work, I heard that most of them were killed by the enemy."

"The remaining dozens of people are besieged in a place called Sazaozhuang, fifty miles to the southeast. It's so hard that the sky and the earth are not working."

"When I escaped back, I heard that the enemy sent several groups of people to Sazaozhuang."

"A whole village was burned down, not a single chicken or duck was left alive, and every stone had to be knifed."

"Hey, those brothers are still dreaming of making meritorious deeds. I'm afraid the whole team will be gone now..."

Before the deserter could finish his words, the black shadow suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.

Also disappearing with him were the steel knife he dropped on the ground and the horse tied outside.

…

"drive!"

"drive!!"

Under the cover of night, a man and a horse flew out like a sharp arrow.

He galloped straight towards Sazaozhuang, fifty miles southeast of the town.

The man on the horse has his hair dancing wildly in the night wind.

She held the reins tightly with one hand and held a long steel knife in the other.

The body is slightly bent down, and the legs are tightly clamped on the horse's belly.

The moonlight was sometimes obscured by dark clouds, and sometimes half of it was exposed.

Her face flickered on and off, with a murderous look on her face.

His eyes were filled with anxiety.

I wish the horse under me could grow wings and fly to Sazaozhuang in one breath!

Spread in Zaozhuang.

In an abandoned earthen kiln behind the village.

Luo Fengtang could no longer remember how many times he had carried his dead and injured brothers one by one into the earth kiln behind him.

Inside the earthen kiln, moonlight shines in from a hole in the roof of the earthen kiln, and the light in the earthen kiln is dim.

Lying in various places on the ground were all soldiers who had died in the battle of Sazaozhuang.

On the other side, sitting or lying, there were dozens of wounded soldiers.

In the earthen kiln, the only one left standing was Luo Fengtang.

"Commander, don't worry about us. Let's go quickly. Anyone who can escape will be counted!"

A man's voice came from the pile of wounded soldiers.
To be continued...