Cifengque

Chapter 370 Meeting the Old Department

Finally, Ying Wuchen, who wished he could go back to Beizhen with her, was left in Liangzhou.

Junci speeds up his pace, and he will never go to the official road if he can take a small path. After all, she is now in Zhou Long's territory. Traveling over mountains and ridges will waste time, but there are two advantages for Junci. One is to deceive people, and the other is to be familiar with the terrain. .

No one knows whether these places will become battlefields in the future. If we can know a little bit first, it may play a decisive or life-saving role someday.

She likes to use her feet to measure the land under her feet, which is how she engraved the ever-changing desert in her mind.

"I beg you, please let us go, let us go..."

"I'll give you all the money, I'll give you all the money, let us live bang bang bang..."

"She's still a child, still a child—"

Junci detoured a mountain road, and heard heart-piercing crying from a distance, as well as the sound of fist-to-flesh fighting, mixed with the slightest cry of pain.

She threw down the rein, rushed forward, swept her eyes, and quickly caught the fastest path that could go as far as she could see.

The red clothes are fluttering, the toes are light, and the light and agile figure passes through the dense branches and leaves, like a gorgeous phoenix flower blooming in an instant, or like a phoenix bird spreading its wings and passing by.

The usual looting, just seeing a short and fat man put a blood-stained face on a girl who was about ten years old, and Jun Ci's phoenix eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent.

With a wave of his arm, the slender hidden weapon sank into the neck of the treacherous and laughing man, and Junci's figure flew over in the next instant.

The moment the toes landed, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the cold light pierced the eyes of several people around him. When they subconsciously closed and opened them again, warm blood splashed on their faces.

He didn't feel the same feeling at all, he just felt his body was slightly stiff, the pain in his neck spread, and his eyes went dark.

There were not many looters, and it was easy for Junci to catch her. She didn't leave a single one alive. Someone saw her approaching menacingly, with a bloody knife resting on a couple's necks, and shouted for her to stop.

Junci stood still, throwing the long sword in his hand to the ground, almost at the same time two hidden weapons flew out from the other hand, and the last two fell easily.

There were quite a few people alive, about a dozen or so people, and they looked like ordinary people in clothes, and there were also many people who were killed, about twenty people.

"Girl, girl..." An old woman stumbled towards the disheveled girl who was still lying numb on the ground.

The little girl was just overly frightened, but Jun Ci came in time, and she hasn't been ruined yet.

With a glance, Jun Ci turned around and wanted to leave.

"General!"

Just as Jun Ci stepped forward, a strenuous shout sounded behind him.

Turning around, I saw several elderly people supporting three young people who were seriously injured, their faces were anxious.

Jun Ci is naturally unfamiliar with these people, but he guessed where they came from: "Have you ever served in the Central Guard Army?"

In order to trip her up that day, Zhou Rong insisted on repatriating a group of soldiers from the Central Guard Army according to the rules.

These soldiers came from all over the country and were incorporated into the Central Guard Army.

Most of them are responsible for farming in the army.

But Junci is a person who can't be idle, so he didn't let them idle, and ordered the commander and deputy commander in the army to follow the simple martial arts training she formulated.

For this reason, there was a debate with Ying Wuchen.

These people have been kept for a year after she took over the Central Guard Army, but anyone who is willing can learn some self-protection methods.

The three people in front of them obviously haven't been neglected for a year, otherwise, protecting so many old, weak, sick and Confucian scholars, it would not be as simple as being injured.

"Yes, General, we are repatriated from the Central Guard." The three were very excited and wanted to salute.

Jun Ci raised her hand to stop her, she blew a loud whistle, soon A Chi galloped over, took out some wound medicine from the pack on the horse, and Jun Ci handed them: "The injury is not fatal, after the bleeding stops, take care of the nurse. Three to five days."

"Thank you, General." The three strong young men were bleeding profusely, but their eyes were red at the moment.

The three of them are very grateful to Junci. When they were in the capital, Junci would not give up on anyone and forced them to train. If not, they would not be able to escape here with their blind date, nor would they be able to survive until now.

I thought I would never see Junci again in this life, but I never thought I would meet again and was saved by the general.

"Are you relocating the whole village?" Since it was once under the tent of the Central Guard Army, Jun Ci said a few more words of concern.

She has long seen that this is a family relocation from a village, and she didn't plan to ask about it before.

"Yes, General." One of the men, who was not particularly seriously injured, clenched his teeth, his face full of anger and forbearance, "The Guanlong Army marched northward, recruiting soldiers along the way, over ten years old and under fifty, regardless of whether they are the only males, they must enlist... ..."

These people originally lived in a small village next to Lingtai County, Zhaoping County, Jingzhou. A group of young and middle-aged men in the village were forcibly conscripted into the army.

They were so disturbed that they all had to evacuate.

Along the way, eating and sleeping in the open, carefully avoiding the official road, or when passing by here, disturbed the bandits entrenched here, and this happened.

"Where are you going?" Jun Ci asked.

"Go to Jinyang."

Jun Ci raised his eyebrows: "To go to Jinyang here, you have to cross Jingzhou (Shaanxi), and the journey is long."

Now the Northern Dynasty and Beizhen to Jinyang are in her hands, with Zhou Long on the left ruling the Guanlong area, and Zhou Chengwen on the right occupying the capital of Luoyang.

But there are still many places that have been ambiguous since the beginning of the chaos, including Jingzhou, which is between Suzhou (Gansu) and Bingzhou (Shanxi).

"Traveling a long distance, or dying on the way, at least have some thought, someone will arrive alive. If you don't go, there is only one dead end." An old man, who looked like he had some knowledge, spoke with sadness in his eyes.

"General, we will be able to enter Jingzhou soon. Jingzhou is at peace for now. After entering Jingzhou, we can slow down our schedule." The young man with minor injuries said again.

Jingzhou used to be the capital of the pre-Qin state, and it was a land of heavy soldiers. The governor of Jingzhou held an army of [-], and the powerful clan of Jingzhou gathered together.

Zhou Chengwen issued a statement condemning the emperor's resignation, but Jingzhou did not express his position.

Now neither Junci nor Zhou Chengwen can figure out whether Jingzhou is waiting for the situation to be clear before deciding where to go, or whether he also has a share of the heart.

In any case, it is beneficial for Junci that they stand still like this, so that Junci can hold Bingzhou firmly in his hands.

"I will send you to Jingzhou." Jun Ci said.

The three of them were so excited that their wounds were involved, and they grimaced in pain.

Anyway, she is someone who came out of the army, and she also went to Jingzhou to find out the bottom line of Jingzhou.

Whether it is going back to Beizhen or going to Bingzhou to meet Huo Qingqu and the others from Jingzhou, it is convenient.

Escorted by Junci, this group of people entered Jingzhou safely, and Junci also mixed in with them, and easily entered Jingzhou using the biography of the deceased villager.

(End of this chapter)