Everyone looked at He Miao, who was beyond recognition, and everyone around them took a breath.

How big is the hatred? Is it necessary to be so miserable?

I guess he can't even recognize him even when he comes.

A cold light flashed in the county magistrate's eyes as he pretended to lower his head to identify, and no one saw it.

He raised his head, his face was filled with anger, sadness, and fear, and everyone was confused.

He said in a low voice: "Pull over an undamaged carriage and put him...well! Where is the chief clerk?"

The adjutant was still not far away and identified, "Sir, this should be the one, right?"

Upon hearing this, the people around He Miao flashed to the adjutant, and everyone carefully identified for a long time.

"Well! This place where you are arching and you seem to be hurt is a bit special! Is it him?"

The adjutant was a little uncertain, "It should be...right!"

The county magistrate ordered: "Release up and find a moving carriage and take it back."

The onlookers rushed forward and lifted the chief clerk up with all his might.

When they were placed in a carriage, everyone looked at the two people who couldn't recognize them. They wanted to laugh but felt that it was inappropriate, and they felt it was very hard to hold it in.

After picking the county magistrate, he didn't want to work hard, so he arranged for some people to check one by one, and there was still room for rescue.

In addition, some people were instructed to pick out all the materials that could be used normally.

After the cleaning was completed, less than half of the materials could be used. The county magistrate thought about it and used the grain brought by the army to make up for the remaining half.

He ordered a team of soldiers to bring these supplies and walk towards the people who were still unwilling to leave in the distance.

The people actually had some understanding of the deeds of the county magistrate. It was his unremitting efforts that the bandits were able to overcome the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, seeing that the county magistrate led the team here, the people were not panicked and were quietly waiting.

When he came to the people, the county magistrate changed his gentle smile, "Dear fellow villagers, the disaster relief team sent by the city has been destroyed by the bandits, and the materials are somewhat exhausted. I will give you some of our rations, and I hope you don't dislike it."

The people were in a commotion, and three people came out of the team, two middle-aged men came out with a gray-haired old man.

"Mr. County lieutenant must not say that. If it weren't for you, we were still on the way to escape. It would be great that we could wait for the disaster relief team. We only need to pick up the materials that can be used. Please be sure to bring your food for your rations.

Thank you for your understanding.”

The county magistrate smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, do you know me? I will leave the rations for you. I hope you will rebuild your home as soon as possible."

The three of them looked full of gratitude and gave a deep salute to the county magistrate, "I thank you all the people of the village for your kindness, and we will never forget the kindness."

After hearing this, the county magistrate nodded to the people who were carrying the supplies around him. The team quickly moved the supplies and delivered them to the large group of people.

The people were very surprised. The old man with gray hair was helped back by the two of them, explaining to everyone the situation of this batch of supplies.

The people are easily satisfied, and as long as they can survive, they will be extremely happy.

So, he hurriedly bowed deeply to the team brought by the county lieutenant, and some people even knelt down and kowtowed to the county lieutenant.

The county magistrate smiled bitterly and asked everyone to help the people up and urged them to bring the supplies back quickly.

Because he found that there were no elderly or children among the people, he knew that they must have been hidden and quickly brought the supplies back so that more people could not go hungry.

The people saluted the county magistrate again, and they all came forward to lift the supplies and walked towards the desolate village not far away.

The county magistrate looked at the village in the distance and looked at the optimistic people in front of him. He took a deep breath. This matter is not considered fun, so he must fight them well.

At this time, a call came from behind, "Sir, there is still a living place here."

The county magistrate quickly turned around and walked towards the soldiers who were speaking out.

When he came to the side of the soldier carrying supplies with footprints lying on the ground, he saw that his face turned a little blue and blood was still overflowing with the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the blood mixed with internal organs in the corner of the soldier's mouth, the county magistrate frowned slightly and asked the medical staff around him.

"Is there any help?"

After confirming carefully, the medical staff shook their heads. The county magistrate nodded after hearing this, "I can't save it anymore, my internal organs are broken, and the conditions here are completely incomplete..."

Before he finished speaking, the county magistrate secretly signaled to the adjutant beside him, and the adjutant immediately pulled out the ruler-length dagger from his waist.

The desire to survive in the eyes of the soldiers lying on the ground reached its peak. The look of looking at the adjutant was full of begging, as if to say, "Don't give up! Rescue me, I still have some help."

The county magistrate turned around and looked elsewhere. The adjutant looked expressionless. He stepped forward and inserted a dagger into his heart. The brilliance in his eyes instantly dimmed.

The adjutant turned around and whispered: "There should not be a woman on the battlefield. We will only increase his pain when we bring this person."

The onlookers did not feel any discomfort. I have seen too much after training these days.

The only person who has an objection is probably the soldier who just closed his eyes.

The county magistrate looked around the battlefield for a week and asked, "Have you finished cleaning?"

The adjutant around him replied: "After cleaning, all the bandits have been wiped out."

The county magistrate nodded, "Let's go! Go back to the city."

Everyone around me breathed a sigh of relief, and the matter was finally resolved successfully. Although I didn’t understand the final operation, the result was good.

In the evening, the army had already seen the city walls of Qiantang City from afar, and the army cheered again.

The county magistrate had already thought about it all the way, and a smile appeared on his face.

When it was getting dark, the county magistrate led the army and met the county magistrate and officials who came to greet him.

The county magistrate looked as usual, and he walked forward with a smile on his face and held his hands tightly with the county magistrate to welcome his triumph.

The county magistrate knew it, and it seemed that the news had not been sent back in advance, and the county magistrate did not recognize his son.

The city guards were also in the welcoming team, and they brought a lot of supplies, which were gifts of condolences specially brought by the county magistrate.

The soldiers who came back cheered and thanked the county magistrate for their rewards. The county magistrate smiled and arranged for the personal guards to take over the supplies and immediately sent them to the camp in the south of the city.

After ordering the order to bury the pot and make rice and rest, the county magistrate led a team of personal guards and the adjutant of the division and the county magistrate returned to the county magistrate's mansion.

The county magistrate did not let the officials who left the city to greet them back. After sitting down, the county magistrate told the battle in detail. Of course, he just said that the army was brave in combat and did not mention training methods.

When the talk was finally over, I heard that the county magistrate insisted on pulling in He Miao and the chief clerk, and the county magistrate was completely in a mess.

He walked step by step to the unrecognizable young man, bent down and pulled He Miao's clothes away, and looked at the birthmark of the size of a palm on his back.

The county magistrate's movements were dull, and tears fell silently in his eyes.

The county magistrate followed behind and whispered: "It's good that you are the noble son. It's right for us to bring him back."
Chapter completed!