"Hurry, run..."

In a panic, a father, who was probably in his thirties, held a wooden spear and looked at the thick smoke rising from the hill behind him with a terrified look, and immediately urged his wife and children.

Under his urging, a woman held the hands of her two children tightly and fled down the mountain path in panic.

Because the mountain road was slippery, the woman accidentally slipped down.

Fearing that her child was injured, she pushed the older boy towards her father, and then hugged her younger daughter tightly, so that her back hit the tree trunk, causing her to breathe for a while.

"mother."

"Baby, baby."

The father and son rushed over and helped their mother up.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

The mother shook her head with difficulty.

Immediately, the voice of the family suddenly stopped abruptly because they vaguely heard the voices of the vicious Song Bing from behind: "You guys, go there!...find them!"

In Song Bing's voice, there were also the sound of women crying, the sound of men's despair and anger, and even the screams of weapons piercing into their bodies.

"Hurry, go quickly."

The father pulled up his mother and urged his wife and children to continue to run away.

They were Teng people hiding on the mountain because of the war. In addition to their family, there were dozens of families hiding on the mountain, all of which were Teng people who once lived in this area. They used mountain springs to quench their thirst, used animal meat, mountain vegetables, grass roots, and tree bark to satisfy their hunger. They did not dare to show up because they were worried about being caught and killed by the soldiers of the Song State.

However, the vicious Song Bing found them today, killed them up the hill, and entered the "village" they rebuilt on the mountain.

escape!

Only escape!

If you delay a little, you will be killed by those Song soldiers!

No!

It may be a more terrifying ending than death.

Especially for this mother and her daughter.

"Here! There are people here!"

Suddenly, the shouts of those vicious people came from behind, scaring the family to the ground.

They fled down the mountain in panic.

However, just when they mistakenly thought they had escaped from the ascension, suddenly, behind the valley ahead, an army slowly came towards them.

The terrifying chariots, the soldiers standing on the chariots, and infantry holding weapons, were seen at a rough look that there were hundreds or thousands of people.

Where is the army?

The man with cold sweat was holding the wooden spear in his hand tightly and looked at the flag of the army.

He saw that it was a white flag with apricot background, with the flag saying "Beibo Mengshi".

The army of Song State?!

"Children's father..."

The woman shouted in panic.

Hearing the woman's screams, the man with a pale face looked behind his back and then in front of him. He was so ruthless that he could only hold the wooden spear in his hand tightly, although he knew that he could not resist the army of hundreds of people in front of him.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The woman was desperate, turned around and squatted down, hugged her two children tightly, and murmured in a low voice like "closing her eyes".

The man seemed to be struggling, swallowing, and bravely blocking his wife and children.

However, as the army approached, when they saw the weapons they were carrying, the man was also desperate, and threw down the wooden spear in his hand and hugged his wife and children tightly, as if he hoped that he could still be with his family at the end of his life.

"Are these guys blind? Why are they in the road?"

In the army facing this front, Meng Hu, who was in charge of driving, asked in confusion.

As if he felt something, Meng Zhong raised his head and looked at the hill in front of the left. Then he saw a cloud of blue smoke rising from the hill, and he could vaguely hear some noisy voices.

"Uncle Mengwu."

He whispered to ask the young sect leader Meng Wu. Seeing Houze nodding, he said to Meng Hu: "Ahu, slow down and go around."

"Okay."

Meng Hu tied the reins and drove the chariot, barely deviating slightly, and drove past the Teng people.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Montessori also adjusted their direction and walked by the Teng people.

When these Mongolian soldiers passed by, the woman hugged her children tightly, while the man hugged her wives and children tightly. The couple looked pale and waited in despair to kill these soldiers of the Song Kingdom with cold weapons.

However, they did not wait in the end. These soldiers from the Song Kingdom passed by them in a rather neat step.

“We… are still alive…”

After looking at each other, the couple hugged their children and cried with joy.

While happy, the woman looked at the direction of the army leaving in surprise and asked in a low voice: "Is that not the army of Song?"

"No, that's the army of Song State."

The man said affirmatively.

He recognized the flag of the Song army. The flag of the Song State was either apricot-based white or a white gold-based one. The only difference was the characters on the flag.

The army that just passed by, its flag also has white characters on the apricot, and it is undoubtedly the army of the Song State.

It’s just that this Song army “ignored” them.

"It should be the army recruited by the new Song State." The man guessed with lingering fear.

He had personal experience. Two years ago, when the Song soldiers first arrived at Teng State, many Song soldiers would "show mercy" to them, the civilians of Teng State, whether it was the Song soldiers holding white flags on the apricot, or the Song soldiers holding golden flags on the white background.

But after a period of time, the Song soldiers gradually became vicious and cruel. When they killed people, they were like killing chickens and dogs, and there was no more kindness.

"Go away quickly."

The man urged his wife and children, and the family fled to the deserted wilderness.

At the same time, the Meng clan soldiers where Meng Zhong, Meng Hu and others were located were passing by the hill from the side.

At this time, the noisy voices of the hill in the left hand direction had calmed down, but some women could still be heard vaguely.

There is no way to know what happened on the mountain.

"Go on the way."

Seeing Meng Zhong frowning and looking at the hills, Meng Wu reminded her expressionlessly.

Along the way, the closer they got to Tengcheng, they would occasionally run into some fleeing Teng people, in groups of three or three, and "ignoring" these Teng people was the only thing Meng Zhong and his group could do.

There is no way, their status and authority are not enough to control this war.

On July 20, the Mongolian clan soldiers arrived at the Song army joint camp twenty miles southwest of Tengcheng.

At this time, the number of troops of the Song State patrolling and guarding around was gradually increasing. Sometimes they were soldiers of the King's Army, and sometimes they were soldiers of the Song State. When Mengwu frequently showed his talismans, the Meng clan soldiers approached the Song army's camp without any obstacles.

Immediately, Song Bing reported this matter to the Sima Jingyan of the army.

"Qizi Sima had a military force who claimed to be a reinforcement from the Jingbo Mengshi and held the talisman."

"Jingbo Mengshi..."

Jun Sima Jing, stroked his white beard and nodded thoughtfully.

Jing Qian is a veteran of the Song State. It is said that he is over 70 years old this year. Although he does not have the name of "good fighting" among the Central Plains, he can be called a commander of the army throughout his life in the Song State, but he has no dazzling results.

Two days ago, he received a letter from Hui'an. Hui'an said in the letter that a group of Montessori soldiers would arrive at his camp in a few days and ask him to take care of a young man named Meng Zhong.

Moreover, Hui Ann bluntly stated in the letter that the young man was Zhuangzi's disciple and his newly recognized righteous brother.

Hui Ann was an important minister in the state of Song. Although he had lost his position due to Qiu He's relationship in recent years, no one could deny the weight of this person in the hearts of King Yan of Song.

So after receiving Hui'an's letter, Jing Yan sent someone to guard the gate of the village, waiting for reinforcements from the Montessori.

And today, this Montessori reinforcement finally arrived.

"I didn't expect that Doctor Hui would do something favoritism..."

Jing Yan smiled, but Hui Ang did not dare to neglect his entrusting. After all, although he was the Sima of the army commanding more than ten thousand kings, his status was still far inferior to Hui Ang.

"When I take the opportunity of "comfort" and go and see the boy named Meng Zhong."

Jing Xuan thought to himself.

A moment later, Meng Zhong, Meng Wu and others received a response from the military camp - the army Sima allowed them to enter the camp and gather with the old Mongolian clan soldiers led by Meng Qing.

Under the guidance of several soldiers, Meng Zhong and his group arrived at the place where Meng Qing and other tribesmen were stationed. After receiving the news, Meng Qing also took his tribesmen out to greet him.

After more than two years, Meng Zhong met Meng Qing, the family Sima, again.

Compared to two years ago, Meng Qing had a terrifying scar on his face. From his forehead to his left face, this scar made Sima, who was already taciturn and stern, look even more intimidating.
To be continued...