ing Hand

On the way back, Malan followed an open carriage on horseback and stared at the women sitting in the carriage, stunned for a long time.

At this time, they were still far away from Zhuangzi.

The women were all unkempt, with rough clothes, and all of them were lean and thin, not even a plump one. Under Malan's intense gaze, they were all so frightened that they huddled together.

Malan's mind was a little confused, and she thought that the thief named Huang said that these women were beauties, and two of them were first-rate beauties, and their true colors could be seen just by washing them.

But after looking at them for a long time, he didn't see the possibility of these girls having national beauty. Their faces and shapes were all right, but how could these black and dry girls be any better?

He cursed in his heart: "This boy named Huang is really not a good thing. He is probably a prettier village woman! I wonder why he is so generous... That's not right! He used the village woman to fool the commander, doesn't he want the knife?...

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Just when Malan couldn't figure it out, a thin young woman on the carriage twitched and cried softly. An older woman next to her hurriedly hugged her and comforted her nervously.

"Why are you crying? No one will do anything to you!" Malan, who was interrupted from his random thoughts, stepped forward and said rather unhappily.

"Master, Master, please don't get angry. My girl just wants to clean her hands and has nothing to do with it. I advise you to be patient." The older woman explained in a panic, looking at Malan nervously.

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After many years of being homeless, Malan is very aware of the fears of these women. Although they don't know what is waiting for them, most of the results will not be good.

The young lady was obviously so frightened that she didn't even dare to say it was convenient.

Malan frowned, not sure whether he was feeling something or what. He looked at the relatively empty land around him and then said in a calmer tone to the woman in the car: "To put it more conveniently, I'm crying, I'm not the King of Hell."

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In the astonishment of the woman who dared to speak to her, Malan shouted to the front: "Stop moving forward, stop moving forward, rest where you are for a while..."

"Company commander, what? Why are you taking a break?" Platoon leader Zhao Dongdong came over from the front of the convoy in confusion and asked.

"I'm tired and want to be convenient! You have a lot to do. You're here just in time. Go and find a place where the ladies can be convenient too." Malan retorted unhappily.

Seeing those women being led by Zhao Dongdong to a patch of tall withered grass not far away, Malan muttered: "Don't talk about convenience, talk about hand hygiene. If you have to learn the literary style of this rich family, huh! Maybe where can I be a boss?"

Pass the maid."

When setting off again, Malan still habitually stood in front of the carriage.

"Master Jun, can you give me a drink of water?"

The thin woman who was sobbing just now said timidly to Malan before getting on the carriage. The slightly older woman who was still next to her hurriedly grabbed one of her arms.

"Yeah." Malan took off the water bag from the horse without hesitation and threw it over.

The thin woman reacted quickly and caught the water bag with her other hand. Then she raised her head and said to Malan: "Thank you."

Several women around looked at all this in confusion. The older woman also unconsciously loosened her grip on the thin woman's arm in surprise, and the alertness on her face seemed to have faded.

"The accent sounds like you're not local?" Malan asked casually after the motorcade moved forward.

"We are from Henan and have only been here a few days." The thin woman said sadly, lowering her head.

Malan just said "Oh" in a daze.

As the commander of the reconnaissance company, he certainly knew that there was a war going on in the north, and there must have been many people fleeing to avoid the fighting. But escaping here was not a good way, and it was also not a place for ordinary people.

"Come from Nanyang?"

Malan suddenly remembered that he could inquire about the military situation. Although they were just a prostitute and probably wouldn't know much, they might be able to get some useful information. Anyway, they were idle along the way.

"We come from Kaifeng Mansion." The thin woman said softly.

"Kaifeng Mansion? Wasn't Kaifeng Mansion flooded?" Malan was stunned and looked at the two women who might be a family in disbelief.

"Well, it was flooded. They were all flooded. My mother is dead, Brother Shun is also dead, and there are not many left." The thin woman who was provoked to sad things suddenly choked up again.

"How did you come here so far away? Why did you end up in Nanyang?" Malan just asked strangely, but he didn't make any difference to the sadness of the thin woman.

It was so rare to see death that he was already numb.

The sad little woman was choked up even more and did not reply to Malan's words.

The slightly older woman next to her looked at Malan's still staring eyes, and finally answered with a wry smile: "Nanyang is also fighting, so she didn't dare to enter, so she hid in the mountains, and then kept going south, thinking

It will always be better when we get to Xiangyang. I still didn’t expect it… ugh!”

"oh!"

Malan roughly understood why they were in ragged clothes and were so dark and thin. It was already very difficult to survive such a long journey and only dare to wander around the mountains.

He suddenly lost interest in asking further questions.

You will never be able to see all the suffering you want to see, and you will never be able to finish hearing it if you want to hear it. Even a hard-hearted person will feel unhappy if he pretends to be too much. He does not want to make trouble for himself.

So, he said calmly: "When you meet us, you will be considered a blessing, and you won't have to endure hardship for a while."

Then Malan hit his horse and ran forward, leaving only the woman who was still smiling bitterly looking at his background in confusion.

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After two consecutive days of mission without training, Ma Lan felt very relaxed and in a good mood.

He knew very well that the things he had exchanged in the past two days were enough to keep Zhuangzi "rich" for a while, and as long as he had those magical skills of Chief Song, there seemed to be nothing to worry about in the future.

Before going to bed, Ma Lan thought about the training for a long time, and now he felt more and more pressure on his body.

He thought that no matter what, he had to let his subordinates, most of whom were bastards, take up important positions as soon as possible so that they could protect this hard-won situation.

After breakfast the next day, when the smug Malan was preparing to gather the entire company for riding training, a signal soldier from the staff office came and verbally conveyed an order:

The reconnaissance company is asked to send a team of 7 to 10 people to search for a few civilians in the mountains. The guide will arrive shortly.

Malan was stunned after hearing this, and couldn't help but complain in front of the signal soldiers. He couldn't understand why it was enough for a few civilians to ask the support battalion to send a few people, but why they had to find someone with extremely heavy training and tasks.

Reconnaissance company.

The signal soldier hurriedly explained with laughter that he had heard that there was a lot of unrest outside right now, and the chief of staff was worried that not only would more people be sent from other units, but he might not be able to protect his own safety. Letting the reconnaissance company send people was not only safe but also safe.

By the way, let's practice the team's search and escort capabilities.

When Malan heard that this was what his brother meant, he was speechless.

Just when I was about to think about who to send, I heard the signal soldier say with a smile: "The guide is here."

Malan naturally followed the direction the messenger was looking and saw two women walking around a corner not far away.

It was a woman and a girl.

"Why are there two girls?" Malan's heart was full of questions.

When the woman and the girl approached, Malan's heart suddenly jumped slightly, "This girl is so beautiful!" He almost blurted out.

The cardamom girl is not tall and very thin. She wears an earth-green cross-collar coat that does not fit well, and an earth-yellow horse-faced skirt. Her hair is simply wrapped with a piece of cloth, but it is very beautiful.

Her face and big, smart eyes make those simplicity seem to disappear.

"This girl is very anxious and doesn't want to wait for a moment. It's good that the mother-in-law has sent someone there, or she can go back first." The mother-in-law rushed to say as soon as she got close.

After Malan and the messenger smiled and nodded at her, she turned to the girl and said kindly: "This is Captain Malan and Ma. Since you asked me to send you here, he should handle your affairs. You also

Don't be in a hurry, it's safest to leave it to Captain Ma. I won't accompany you anymore and will go back first. There are many rules that I have to teach your sister-in-law."

"Captain Ma." The girl called out timidly, her voice so familiar.

Malan's eyes immediately widened, staring at the girl in disbelief.

The skinny little woman whose face was gray and her body was dirty yesterday completely changed overnight. She became so slim, so delicate and lovely. Especially her skin, which was completely white and tender after being washed out of her true color.

Three feet.

He exclaimed in his heart: "This Huang Chengdong's vision is really vicious!"

When the woman saw this, she smiled and turned around to leave without further delay. The signal soldier also hurriedly left.

"Company commander, what's the mission again?" Platoon leader Zhao Dongdong appeared out of nowhere at this time, and his eyes lit up when he saw the girl.

"It's none of your business. Go find seven brothers, bring your weapons, and go on an errand with me. Move quickly," Malan said angrily.

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That day, in a mountain forest, in a hidden shack made of tree branches.

Malan had been staying beside a simple wooden bed for a while. He looked at the man lying on the bed covered in sweat and with a sallow complexion, and then at the man in front of the bed who kept whispering, "Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan."

The girl who is "Big Brother" wanted to say something several times, but she held back.

Finally, Malan scratched his head and turned around to look at a helpless young man who stood up and another frail man with a smile on his face.

This shack is already very small and low, so being packed with four men and one woman is already a bit uncomfortable. In addition, the mixed smell of various herbs in the house makes it even more uncomfortable.

After looking at it for a few times, Malan frowned and said to the helpless young man: "Are you a doctor? You don't seem to be able to cure him."

"I'm trying my best." The young man replied somewhat depressedly.

Malan curled his lips, and then made up his mind to persuade the girl: "Don't wait, your brother and the others don't know when they will come back, maybe they won't come back today. This is because they are infected with the miasma, and it has been delayed for a long time.

I think the person is dying. Send him to us quickly, there should be hope for help."

Miasma is malaria.
To be continued...