The peasant girl who escaped the desert: she cried when she found the cruel prince

Chapter 148 Meeting the Enemy
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, is a day for family reunions of famous Chinese families.

But the leader of Hasso led a hundred men slowly ashore along the Beishui River. The attendant behind him handed over the water bag: "Headman, drink some water first! You should be tired after traveling for so long."

But the Haruman unscrewed the water bag and took a sip: "Gentlemen, have you heard the sound of firecrackers in the village over there?"

The subordinate riding a big horse behind him laughed and said: "Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve. It has always been a day of celebration, and the sound of firecrackers must be indispensable. It is said that the firecrackers will sound from night to dawn."

But the Hatou man poured water on his face, threw the water bag with all his strength, and laughed loudly: "We all live under the feet of Changshengtian. They eat and drink a lot and set off firecrackers during the New Year, but we have to live in the wind and snow." Children who starve to death are buried in it.”

"What else should we drink today? Once we enter the village, the wine, food, and women will be ours. Men, please let us celebrate the New Year too!"

At this time, we have reached the foot of the west side of the mountain, and the Keha people are a little unscrupulous. They are just a group of villagers. They will be frightened by the sound of their horse hooves. There is no need to worry about exposing their whereabouts. Even if the army comes, it will be too late. They will wait for the army to come. He had already gone back with his belongings and women.

Wang Lizheng said that the new group had a lot of money and a few girls were very beautiful, but the Hasso leader felt that this year should be a good harvest year.

Before he could finish being happy, a scream came from in front of him: "No, I've fallen into a trap!"

"What's going on?" Keha Tou asked, pointing forward.

One of the guards came over and said, "Captain, a soldier in front fell into the trap and was killed on the spot. The man behind had no time to rein in his horse and also fell in and was injured."

But the Harutou man drove his horse over and took a look under the snow light. He saw that it was just a pothole with bamboo thorns stuck in it. He then cursed his men angrily: "It's just a trap set by the hunter for the prey. Where is the ambush? Come to me quickly." Come on, if the food over there gets cold later, see how I deal with you."

The men did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly hit the horse and rushed towards the village. After dozens of steps, screams were heard one after another. Instead of the bamboo thorns used to catch rabbits, they were iron thorns, and several people were killed in the trap.

The subordinates couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Headman, is it possible that the other end has discovered us? Do we want to go?"

"What do you want? It's just a trap created by a few children to scare you warriors? No matter how powerful they are, they are just villagers. If you ride over them with iron cavalry, you can see that they can still stand up." The man had not finished speaking. He fell, but the harried man whipped him over with a whip.

"Keep going! I drove nearly a hundred miles not just to see a rabbit trap."

But the Harutou people were furious. These people had not come out to rob for a long time, and the blood and energy in their bodies had dissipated. They started to be afraid of such small movements. They would have to be pulled out often to practice in the future, otherwise they would not be able to gallop on the prairie in the future. But the Harutou people I thought to myself.

But the Haruman's anger had not dissipated, and the screams came again. This time it was not just the screams, but also the sky filled with torches and shouts of killing. This time he was really caught in the trap.

The attendant advised: "Headman, we have really been ambushed, go back!"

But the Hatou people didn't believe that just a few villagers could create such a big battle. He was hesitating in his heart, but he didn't expect that the fat on his lips would just slip away.

Just as he was hesitating for a moment, arrows flew like rain. Many tribesmen were hit by the arrows and fell off their horses. After this fell, their whole bodies gradually became paralyzed. They could no longer mount their horses and were trampled to death by the hoofs of the panicked tribesmen. .Before the rain of arrows ended, another big stone fell from the sky. This rain of stones lasted for nearly half an hour, and its accuracy was very good. The rain of arrows combined with the rain of stones knocked those who were hit by the Koha people off their backs, and the scene was chaotic.

But the Harutans were no longer able to regroup. Before they even entered the village, they had already killed nearly half of them.

Finally, the rain of stones and arrows stopped, but the Harutou people raised their arms and shouted: "Men, these Han Chinese weapons have been exhausted. Let's rush over and avenge the dead tribesmen."

Before he could finish shouting and improve his morale, dozens of men jumped out, led by a girl in disguise. The girl held a crossbow and fired repeatedly. Before the Keha people could get closer, another Several people died.

The men rushed up and slashed at them. They seemed to have no order, but the swords were all at the vital points. The remaining Koha people couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts. They asked the same question as Liu Kui: Are these people really just? Villager?
On Xiaobei Pass, Shen Huwei and Huang Biao led everyone to ambush quietly in the mountain. Fan Ershao couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Shen, what do you think is going on over there? Why do I seem to hear something moving?"

Aunt An also whispered: "Yes, I heard it too. Is the enemy coming from that end? Should we go over and help?"

Guard Shen hissed: "Someone is coming!"

The crunching sound of someone stepping on the snow was particularly real in the quiet mountains.

In Beishan Village, Wang Youcai, whose family has earned a good income recently, got himself a glass of wine and called his sons and grandsons: "Come on, you guys can have some too. Let's have a drink. Let's have a good time during the Chinese New Year." !”

His eldest grandson hurriedly poured wine for his grandfather and uncle. Wang Youcai's wife brought the remaining dishes to the table and called her daughters-in-law: "We won't eat in the kitchen this year. We have a good life this year, so let's serve them all!" "

The daughters-in-law were all happy when they heard this, wiped their hands on their aprons and went to the table.

Wang Youcai took a sip of wine happily and then said to his sons: "This guy! You have to take a longer view. Look into the long distance. Look at the people in the village who didn't pay attention to the people on the other side. I'll let your mother be fine." Move around more, otherwise where would these good things come from?”

His second son chewed on the butt of the chicken and said, "Dad, don't say that either. When the villages are divided, they want Lao Beishan, and you still won't be happy!"

As soon as his second son finished speaking, he was kicked under the table by his second daughter-in-law. This fool didn't notice that his father's face was not good-looking, and he even yelled at his wife: "You can eat when you want to eat. Why are you stepping on my feet if it's okay? Look." It hurts me."

Wang Youcai couldn't help scolding his second son: "You know nothing! That's because Wang Lizheng is having trouble with others. You think everyone is as brainless as you. The person over there is smart, so why would you care about me, a person who doesn't make decisions? Naturally, the person in charge will be blamed.”

"Otherwise, do you think that if you lick your face and follow me, people will take you? That's because they are benevolent and righteous. They are all fellow villagers, so they won't be like that old bastard who is evil and brings disaster to the whole village."

Wang Youcai's family interrupted the old man: "You're celebrating the New Year, so don't talk. We've just served the wine, and you're already drunk!"

The little grandson who was watching the fun outside hurriedly ran back: "Grandpa, it's bad, there's a fight over there!"

(End of this chapter)