Jiaohua

Chapter 105 Want to marry him ([-])

When Song Erlang led the soldiers into the village, the villagers were stunned to see that there were only a few hundred people.

Fighting all day and night, Song Erlang begged for a place to sleep, and then everyone didn't have time to eat, so they slept there.

In the long grassland, the soldiers fell to the ground and fell asleep without taking off their armor, and there were also those cold and harsh weapons that smelled like heaven.

The villagers wanted to call them, but they couldn't bear it, so they kept quiet, lest they would disturb these heroes.

What's more, the villagers themselves were sleepy, so everyone dispersed and went back to their houses.

Many women still stayed there, cooking and boiling water, waiting for the soldiers to wake up, so as to give them a full meal and warm water for bathing.

The village chief has been so excited since last night, it's like a dream, how can he fall asleep.

After lying on the bed for a long time, the village chief put on some clothes and went out, calling a middle-aged man passing by: "What about Mr. Song, still sleeping?"

"Of course, he is so tired." The man said.

"What about Miss Zhao?"

"Sleeping too, at the inn."

"It's amazing, it's amazing." The village head sighed, "They are all nobles, they are all nobles."

After sleeping until dusk, a large number of women came from outside the village, carrying burdens and sticks, and nearly a dozen children followed behind, holding hands.

Song Erlang decided to confiscate half of those gold, silver and jade wares that day. After all, these were all stolen by bandits, and belonged to ill-gotten gains.

But at the same time, he sympathized with the difficulty of these women and children, so he left half for them.

Now the women are grateful and bring a small portion of rice and vegetables, and leave most of the grain and meat. In this way, it becomes easier to pick baskets.

It was still the same as the previous disguise, and the gold, silver and jewelry were placed at the bottom. When they entered the village, they didn't dare to say that they came back from the Dragon and Tiger Hall. They just said that they knew Mr. Song was here and came to send some food.

Having not seen people in the village for many years, the older women were relatively silent, feeling sad and warm at the same time.

The children didn't think too much about it, they ran hand in hand, looking curiously around this small village.

Song Erlang woke up and sat on the grass, rubbing his uncomfortable forehead from the helmet with his bloody hand.

After taking off the helmet, he put it aside casually.

"Wake up, wake up!" A village woman shouted in the distance, "The general is awake!"

Song Erlang looked up when he heard it, his voice was very hoarse when he just woke up, and he said tiredly: "I made a mistake, I am not a general, but a young general."

The voice was too low for the people over there to hear it clearly.

After sitting for a while, Song Erlang raised his hand to grab the spear and saber next to him, walked over the soldiers all over the ground, and walked outside with his helmet in his hand.

The village women enthusiastically came over to ask if they were hungry, and some directly brought up hot white flour steamed buns.

Song Erlang thanked him, grabbed one and bit it, while looking around.

The village head, a group of veterans and young stewards all came to thank him when they heard that he had woken up.

Song Erlang responded perfunctorily, picked up another steamed bun, and walked towards the back of the village.

The young man was dark-skinned and tall, walking in the crowd, he was very eye-catching.

There is a field behind the village, many wild trails wind and turn, and there is a long soil slope on the south side, and the mountains are full of flowers and plants swaying in the sunset.

Song Erlang paused, then looked back at the following villagers: "Why are you following?"

"General Song Lang, we are lucky to meet you in this barren mountain village!" said the village chief.

Song Erlang sighed, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "It's not easy for everyone, and it's hard work for you to stand firm here."

"Where, this is our home, who will guard if we don't guard it." The village head's eyes were slightly red.

"But I want to relieve myself now, can you avoid it?" Song Erlang said.

The village's face also turned red, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Turning around and calling everyone to leave, he said to Song Erlang with a smile: "I invite you, I invite you, I invite you, I invite you!"

Song Erlang glanced at them, shook his head, stuffed the last mouthful of steamed buns into his mouth, and walked away.

Many girls in the village gathered under a banyan tree at the back of the village, watching his tall figure disappear from a distance, they all jumped with excitement in low voices.

"So handsome! It's just darker!"

"If only I could marry this general!"

"Bah, you have to be ashamed!" A girl laughed and said.

"I'm not engaged, so I might just fall in love with me!"

"That's right, you mentioned engagement, but I don't know if the general is engaged."

"My father said he was a general, not a general."

"Is there a difference?"

"Never mind him, he's so handsome anyway!!"

……

Several little girls stood behind them holding hands, listening quietly, not daring to make a sound, staring blankly at the place where Song Erlang disappeared.

Qian Qianqian blinked, feeling a lot of anticipation and vision brought out by the words of these girls, and her heartbeat seemed to be a little faster.

However, Qin Langjun and Song Langjun seem to be very handsome, and yesterday's Shen family gentlemen were also very handsome.

If she wants to marry in the future, she will also marry such a handsome man.

The soldiers woke up one after another, went from house to house to take one back, came out after taking a bath, and gathered in the village for dinner.

The village chief set up a banquet and went to toast one by one.

Song Erlang didn't go, he took several guards and captains, and one or two school lieutenants in the inn, Xiao Yumao was also there.

Maps were spread on the table, the shopkeeper and the waiter slipped back, not daring to disturb them, they just quietly brought up the dishes and put them on the table next to them.

It wasn't long before the statistics came in.

One day and one night, a total of 350 bandits were suppressed, with zero casualties. Song Erlang directly ordered that no one be left behind.

The bandit leader caught eleven or twelve, and now they are all hanging in the village, standing on tiptoe for them, feeling uncomfortable.

These figures are far from enough.

Song Erlang knew in his heart that the main reason why they were able to kill so many people in such a short time this time was because these horse thieves did not have the strength to fight head-on. The hills they occupy are easy to defend and difficult to attack. Now that the fish that slipped through the net have gone back, it is difficult to continue to kill them.

Xiao Yumao handed the letter to Song Erlang, Song Erlang read every page carefully and nodded: "Excellent."

"Yes, very bold." Xiao Yumao said.

It's not that Xiao Yumao himself hasn't thought about all kinds of unconstrained tactics, but if they are connected together, he doesn't know how to follow the steps to plan.

And this is actual combat, and the opposite is a brutal bandit wielding a big knife.

What's more, there are still three methods above, and he only used one of them.

"First mess his mind, then mess his formation, and then mess his feet." Xiao Yu said again.

Song Erlang shook his head, stretched out his fingers and said, "The magic lies in the three beeps of gongs and drums."

Song Erlang put away the paper, put it aside, and asked, "Where did this letter come from?"

(End of this chapter)