The strong woman thought about it and shook her head and said, "No, no. If you don't come tomorrow, wouldn't you deceive me? In this way, I will follow you to see that Brother Cheng. I will be relieved after hearing what he said in person." As she said that, she reached out and grabbed the wild boar and threw it on the wooden rack. She lifted the heavy weight and felt very strong.

Seeing that the strong woman was not deceived, Sanming saw that she was so powerful that she couldn't help but look at Da Chou and smiled helplessly.

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The wind blew gently, and the snowflakes became fluttering. A large group of people who supported the elderly and the young walked silently in the wind and snow, winding south along the road.

Go south, go south! People are not sure where they are going, but war and killing come from the north, so they can only escape and escape.

Chen Daotong looked at the gloomy sky and couldn't help but sigh. The journey was long and I didn't know when I could arrive, nor did I know if I could be safe all the way.

I think that although I am not a scholarly family, I am also a family of Qihuang. My life is stable, but because the Mongolian army heads south and plunders in Shandong, Hebei and other places, local thieves are rising, causing the family to be destroyed. Only my daughter Chen Mengyao is still by my side, but she is also crazy because she witnessed the tragic death of her mother and brother and sister, and often occurs, which is regrettable.

"Hehe." Chen Mengyao, who had been silent beside her, suddenly laughed, stuck out her tongue to catch the falling snowflakes, with a very enjoyable expression on her face.

"Yao'er--" Chen Daotong wanted to speak but stopped talking. He really didn't know what to say to his crazy daughter. He couldn't help but touch the scratches on his face. This was also the mark left on himself when his crazy daughter was sick.

Everyone walked again in the wind and snow. Large areas of wood appeared on both sides of the road ahead, and there was a small path on the left that led directly to the hills in the distance.

Suddenly, there were screams in the team behind him, and people vaguely heard people shouting: "The robbers are chasing, the Mongolian army is chasing."

Whether it was a robber or a Mongolian army, they all robbed and killed people. When they heard the shouts, the fleeing people fled everywhere as if they were bombing the camp.

Chen Daotong pulled his daughter and followed a group of people into the woods on the left, running away desperately. Behind him, the sound of horse hooves, and screams came from afar.

"Run, Yao'er, run quickly, don't look back." Chen Mengyao was obviously a little slow, and she looked back stupidly, so anxious that Chen Daotong screamed.

With a "swoosh!", Chen Daotong felt a sharp pain in his arm, and he couldn't help but pounce forward, falling down, and taking Chen Mengyao down. His face was scratched by dead branches and blood flowed out.

He was shot in an arrow, and Chen Daotong wanted to get up, but failed. He felt that he was not spared today, so he tried his best to push his daughter, and gasped and urged: "Yaoer, run quickly, run quickly-"

Chen Mengyao sat on the ground, rubbed her knees that were hurt, blinked her eyes, looked at her father strangely, shook her head, and pouted, "Dad, my daughter doesn't recognize the way, where can I go?"

Chen Daotong felt aching in his heart. A crazy girl, lonely and lonely, would be what would happen in the future? She could only leave her fate. She didn't know what role the silk sticks sewn on her clothes could play.

"Run up to the mountain, run quickly, see if your mother is there, hurry up--" Chen Daotong's eyes turned black and he forced himself to speak.

A strong hand grabbed Chen Daotong, and the other slightly slender hand held Chen Mengyao, but a big man and a woman in uniform rushed from behind. There was a little girl tied to the big man's chest, staring at her big round eyes, with a look of horror.

The man ran quickly, with more people on his hands, but his speed was much slower. When he was about to rush out of the woods and step onto the path, he groaned and had an arrow on his arm.

Fortunately, the arrow was weak and it was not shot deep. The man gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He leaned on the spear in his hand and exhaled a burst of white breath from his mouth. However, he was afraid that others would be distracted, so he urged his daughter to pull Chen Mengyao and follow the path toward the Taoist temple on the hillside. His steps began to float, and it was obvious that his strength was about to end and he was already trying to support it.

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Meng Jiucheng was awakened by the crowd of people rushing into the Taoist temple. He screamed and footsteps were mixed. He was startled by seeing dozens of people rushing into the hall and rushing to the backyard.

This, I was drawing a map, not a treasure map, so why did I snatch it? Meng Jiucheng put on his hat and rushed out of the house, picked up his big gun, and posed for alertness.

The fleeing people entered the Taoist temple, some sat down and were breathless; some were still in shock, hiding around like headless flies; fortunately, there were still a few sensible people who saw Meng Jiucheng blocking the door and rushed up to shout and complain.

"Help!"

"Help, Master!"

Meng Jiucheng was dizzy because of his rhetoric, but he probably understood what was going on. These people were not robbed in the house, but were victims of the looting.

"Silent, quiet." Meng Jiucheng put away his big gun, waved his hand hard, and asked, "Do you know whether there are Jin soldiers, Mongolians, or robbers at the foot of the mountain?"

The few people standing in front of Meng Jiucheng looked at each other and ran away together, but they didn't see who they were.

This is a bit difficult to deal with! If it were the Jin soldiers or the Mongolian soldiers, Meng Jiucheng would not think he could stop it. In that case, he would have to leave too - well, that would have to run away! By the way, there is a cave on the top of the mountain, so I will escape to be a savage!

"It's a riot." A voice sounded, immediately attracting Meng Jiucheng's gaze.

The big man with arrows in his arms slowly walked over and took off the little girl on his chest with some difficulty. The little girl looked like she was five or six years old, and she was thin and showed her big eyes. Holding the man's sleeve, the little girl half hid behind the man, looking at Meng Jiucheng timidly.

"Hey, it's you?" Meng Jiuzhen recognized Mu Yi.

Mu Yi also recognized Meng Jiucheng wearing a hat and smiled ugly.

"Silly Taoist priest?" Mu Xiaowei also squeezed over and shouted in surprise, feeling a little embarrassed, thinking that calling this word would make Meng Jiucheng unhappy.

Meng Jiucheng nodded. Now is not the time to make a fuss. He hurriedly asked Mu Yi, "How many riots are there?"

"Twenty or thirty people?" Mu Yi was also a little uncertain and added: "Maybe there are not many forwards, but they are all riding horses. There should be a few guys with good shooting and martial arts skills."

How many can I fight? Although Meng Jiucheng has practiced martial arts, he doesn’t know how powerful he is, and he has no experience in fighting with others. It is to cut off the verge of time. If he fights with his life, how can he have a clear understanding of his heart? Besides, the riot soldiers are even more powerful than the robbers, at least they are equipped with a complete range.
Chapter completed!