Chapter 548: Avoiding the world

When it was said that the country was coming, the voice stopped.
"and then?"
There was a girl’s eager voice shouting.
At noon in the early winter, under the big tree in the village of Qingqing Mountain, there is a straw and hay on the Daqingshi. This is a habit of perennial for the elderly to sit on it and basking in the sun.
It is also the place where the villagers like to gather in winter. At this time, there are many people standing under the big tree, but it is not the old man in the village who sits on the big bluestone, but the treasurer of Deshengchang in Qingyuan.
What he told everyone was the siege of Xiongzhou that happened a few days ago. He talked about it here. He took a small teapot and took a sip of his throat.
Liu Er can't wait to rush.
"Then naturally, the country public defeated 5,000 gold thieves, solved the encirclement of Xiongzhou, and kept the people." Miss Jun, sitting on the wooden pier, smiled.
The treasurer smiled and nodded.
"Yes, the country is bound to be invincible," he said with a little pride. "We all know in Northland."
He said that he looked around and looked forward to getting the reconciliation of the villagers.
Lei Zhonglian, these guards are all outsiders, and the feelings of Cheng Guogong may not be much deep. Only the people living in the Northland are most grateful and most grateful.
But the scene was quiet, and the villagers standing or squatting around looked calm and didn't seem to hear what he said.
Is the mountain people here too occluded?
The treasurer squatted.
But now it is already in wartime, and the days can be different from before. The victory and defeat of the founding fathers is the life and death of everyone.
He sighed.
"Fortunately, the country official arrived in time, or Xiongzhou City will be finished, you must know that more than half of the people in Xiongzhou are hiding in the city, the gold thief transits, but it is burned and looted, and the village is slaughtered. He went on to say, "The life and death of the people is one thing, and more importantly, the location of Xiongzhou is too critical."
He said that he painted a few times on the ground with branches.
"Hangzhou, Mozhou, Bazhou, and Xiongzhou are here..."
"This location is wrong."
A villager suddenly said that he interrupted the treasurer.
The shopkeeper’s squatting, what is wrong?
Miss Jun’s mouth appeared a smile. She coughed and took a straw from Daqingshi to point to the position of the shopkeeper’s painting in Baozhou.
"This is wrong, Paula is here." She said, another circle on the ground.
what? Oh, here? He has been to Baozhou, but he has been to know that the road is different from the specific location of a place, or why it is so rare.
It’s hard to find a home, and Miss Jun has never seen it.
But the villager...
The shopkeeper is awkward.
"Xiongzhou's location is very important, but it is not easy for Cheng Guogong to come over and keep Xiongzhou this time?" Miss Jun asked.
This made the shopkeeper's smart, throwing thoughts aside.
"Yeah, yeah." He said busy, and sighed again. "Cheng Guogong came over this road. It was really a way to kill. There were chasing after the ambush. How many people discouraged from being rescued again, most afraid of the past. After that, Xiongzhou has fallen, and it does not say that it is useless. The ruthless Chenggonggong will be beaten by the thief who occupies the state city."
Liu Er listened to nod and nod, Lei Zhonglian and other guards are also nervous and excited, although they are guardian bodyguards, but it is different from the battlefield killing.
Men, especially those who are martial arts, always have a nature of bloodthirsty battles.
"How did he kill him?" Miss Jun asked curiously.
The legend of the founding of the country is a decade ago. For those long stories, she did not care much as a child, especially after seeing Cheng Guogong.
Sitting in the study room wearing a sapphire fine robes, although the face is not white and delicate, but because of the shallow smile, revealing the gentle and humility of the country, the body shape is taller than the common civil servants in the middle, but also It is not the heroic hero of the fierce Zhang Fei.
He is like a scholar.
"Cheng Guogong is of course a scholar." The father answered her question. "To be a good general, you must read a lot of books."
I didn’t expect to hear the truth of the country’s official fight now. Of course, no one expected this kind of thing.
But the story of the war of the country is indeed everyone's favorite, the story of the desperate can always kill a way of life, is the incentive and comfort.
The shopkeeper once again drank a few mouthfuls of tea, and cleared the throat to speak.
"The pony is going to be born."
A child suddenly shouted in the distance.
The previous section of the Liuer’s horse has been sent smoothly, and there are still several mares. The treasurer’s consideration is that it is always necessary to raise some things for farming. It is also possible to raise cattle and raise pigs.
The villagers were delighted with the arrival of the horses, and they were regarded as the treasures.
Hearing that he was going to be a pony, the people around the big tree slammed up.
"So fast?"
"Not tomorrow?"
"I can't do it, is there any danger?"
"Afraid of anything, not because there is no waiting for the horse, there is a sixth child."
Everyone talked and laughed and ran to the horse, and in the blink of an eye, only Miss Jun and his party were left.
The treasurer looked blank.
"But, I want to talk about the country squad, the city thief..." he murmured.
Isn't it better to be a pony?
Several older veterans walked slowly, heard his muttering and looked back.
"Snoring is nothing more than those things." An old man said, "What is unusual."
What is the fight?
What is it?
Not unusual? It’s as if they have seen how many wars they have seen.
The shopkeeper blinked and watched the group walk away.
These people may have seen the war, and Miss Jun thought about what they claimed to be officers and men, possessed weapons, and arranged the array, not to mention the armored weapons of the Master’s hand.
What is their origin? Have you ever been? Why is it seclusion here? Certainly it will not be because of the illness of Zhao Hanqing.
"Oh, don't worry about them." Liuer urged, "Let's go on, how can Cheng Guogong win the gold thieves of these besieged cities? Is he so powerful?"
As long as Miss Jun likes to listen, these people can't listen to them casually. The treasurer re-energizes the spirit, and screams and talks about how the governors of the country are going to fight in the battlefield. How to fight against the thief in the wild, although long-distance strikes kill all the way. Come over, but still as fast as the tiger down the mountain, the Golden Skull Festival will be repelled, and finally flee.
Liu Erlei Zhong Lian and others listened to the gods, and Miss Jun also seemed to see the scene of the battle. The adult male sat in the round array. Although there were no pro-suicide enemies, the soldiers were like his right and left hands, along with him. Arranged to take back, smash the enemy's armor with one knife and one knife, crushing their hearts.
The sunset was like blood, and Miss Jun looked up and looked at the sun that had not been hanging on the hill.

It sounds easy and beautiful, but it’s not easy,
she said to herself.
The shopkeeper nodded and sighed.
"The war is getting tighter," he whispered, and looked at the mountain village.
In the distance, the cows swayed their tails slowly, and as the shepherd boy returned, the smoke was rising, and a cheer came from the village because a pony was born.
Compared with the outside, this place is really a paradise.
As time progressed, the war was more and more motivated. Many bustling Northland prefectures, commercial banks had stopped, shops closed, village fields were abandoned, people went to relatives and friends, and wealthy people dragged their families to the south. .
But the people who can go south are a minority. Many people are hard to leave, and there is no money to leave. Everyone is waiting for the country to drive away the golden thief. As in the past, the Northland has once again returned to stability and prosperity.
"I believe that the country can do it."
Standing in the forest, Miss Jun said, she loosened the bow and arrow in her hand.
With a bang, the simple feather arrow he made himself fell firmly on the grass target.
Zhao Hanqing snorted, and Cheng Guogong said that she didn’t feel anything. Like all the villagers here, I didn’t care about the outside battle. I took the arrow and threw it back.
"Go again," she said earnestly.

Thanks to the ice in the south and the scorpion, (づ ̄3 ̄) づ╭?~
thank you all.
On Friday, it’s really time flies like electricity, stunned.