The coalition forces composed of the Tatars and the remnants of the Yan thieves have occupied Juyongguan, and the iron hooves may move south to Beiping City at any time. Therefore, under the urging of the officers and soldiers, the people from all over the country have left their homes and entered Beiping City to live temporarily.
Halfway through the road, the people of Zhaozhuang merged with people from other villages to form a mighty queue, heading north quickly. Many people were just carrying large and small packages, while Wan Lei led a convoy full of kerosene.
Mixed in among the crowds, it was very conspicuous.
"Master Fu Yin has an order. Everyone must enter the city before noon. Once noon passes, all the gates in Peiping will be closed tightly. No one is allowed to go in or out. You all go faster for me. Anyone who misses everyone entering the city will be beaten to death.
Him." An officer waved his horsewhip and shouted loudly, and the sergeants who followed closely behind also waved their whips to urge the lagging villagers.
The backward villagers are mostly old, weak, sick and disabled, either disabled people with missing arms or legs, elderly people in their seventies or eighty, or pregnant women with huge belly. They can't walk even if they want to, so they can only be supported by their relatives and friends.
They walked away. However, the officers and soldiers did not care about this, and the urging riding whips still fell on these people mercilessly.
"Brother Wan, let's free up a carriage and let those people sit." Zhao Xueer couldn't bear it and jumped out of the carriage.
"Can you leave?" Wan Lei asked Wei'er beside him. She had a pair of small feet bound, which was obviously not conducive to escape. However, she nodded heavily and jumped out of the carriage, but Wan Lei held her back.
She handed over a small bottle and said, "Tusle your hair and apply this to your face."
Wei'er suddenly understood. At this time, the army was in a panic. Natural beauty was not a blessing, but would lead to misfortune. It was better to keep a low profile. She hurriedly let down her hair and applied the black plaster with a pungent smell to her face.
On her hands and hands, she suddenly transformed into a peasant girl with thick hands and a black face, who looked very inconspicuous.
"You guys get on the carriage." Zhao Xueer greeted those who were lagging behind, and some villagers who were greedy for small gains actually rushed to get on the carriage, and some even climbed onto the carriage filled with kerosene. Wan Lei saw it, and soon
He was unhappy and said angrily: "Everyone, come down, the carriage is loaded with dangerous goods."
Of course, those villagers were not conscious enough to leave the carriage alone. Wan Lei waved his hand, and Zhao Xueer ran over like a gust of wind and dragged those guys off. The villagers who were dragged off were still cursing, saying that it was important to escape now.
, the things on the carriage should be thrown away and freed up for everyone to ride on. This opinion attracted the support of a large number of villagers.
Seeing the excitement among the people, the escorting officers and soldiers also felt that this was the reason. The leading officer rode to Wan Lei's side and ordered: "Throw away all the bottles and cans on the carriage and let the villagers ride."
"I'm sorry, you can throw anything away, but you can't throw away these things. They will be used when defending the city." Wan Lei naturally did not obey the order. He had long expected that the city of Beiping would have few soldiers and it would be difficult to defend the city. If he did not prepare more,
The "magic weapon" used to defend the city cannot be defended.
However, the officer did not have Wan Lei's foresight. He snorted and said, "If you don't throw it away, I will let the villagers do it themselves."
"These carriages are filled with kerosene. If anyone dares to move, I will set him on fire." Wan Lei ignored the officer's threat and shouted loudly at the villagers who were about to move.
"You..." The officer was so angry that he raised his whip and was about to hit someone, but he saw a sentry flying over and reported: "Sir Li, something bad has happened. The Tatar army appeared in the north, twenty miles away.
.”
"What?" The officer was anxious and could not stop arguing with Wan Lei. He hurriedly shouted to the villagers: "Come on, hurry up and run!"
As soon as they heard the Tatar army appeared, the villagers all ran away without having time to grab the carriage. At this time, the team was about five miles away from Peiping City, but the villagers used their feet to measure where they could outrun the Tatar cavalry.
No, the team had just marched three miles in a hurry when there was a rapid sound of horse hooves from the east. The smoke and dust were billowing, which showed that there were not a few enemies coming.
In the face of a powerful enemy, the escorting officers and soldiers immediately carried forward their "heroic" spirit of running away at the first sign of danger, and fled in a hurry. Thousands of villagers were thrown on the road, and the sky and the earth were not working, and chaos immediately broke out.
A group. Since there were no officers and soldiers to maintain order, some villagers were still fighting for the horses to get off the carriages, and some even fought in order to grab the horses and run away.
"Everyone, stop it!" Wan Lei really couldn't bear to see these unorganized and undisciplined mobs, and said to Zhao Xueer: "Use darts, and anyone who dares to move again will be shot to death."
As soon as Wan Lei finished speaking, the arms of several minzhuangs who were robbing the horses were hit one after another, and screams rang out. The onlookers were shocked, and they dared not move any more. However, those minzhuangs still refused to accept it.
The guy who took advantage of them came to attack Wan Lei and Zhao Xueer.
Seeing that these mobs were about to fight in a group, they saw a gray shadow rushing past in front of them like a gust of wind. Then, the guys in the hands of these people fell to the ground one after another. It turned out that their arms were all torn apart.
Discounted.
"The enemy has not yet been killed. Our own house is in chaos. How can we protect the people?! How can we talk about peace and security?!" It was the sloppy Taoist priest who took action. He glanced at the people around him and said, "Although the enemy is strong, we can't.
You shouldn’t get into trouble and should deal with it calmly.”
"What the Taoist Master said is absolutely true. This place is only two miles away from Beiping City. If we fight or run, we still have a chance to survive." A man dressed as a scholar stood up from the crowd. His shout made him already on the edge of despair.
The common people saw a glimmer of hope and nodded in agreement.
However, those who can shout may not be able to do things. Wan Lei ignored the boastful scholar, but found Zhao Hongru and said: "Find a few brothers who are not afraid of death, let them follow me to the rear, and tell them, if there is any
If anyone unfortunately dies in battle, I will provide generous support for his family."
"Count me as an old man, I'm an old man anyway, so what's the point of dying?" Zhao Hongru also gritted his teeth and gave up. Before he finished speaking, several close relatives and nephews around him, including Zhao Quanren and Zhao Quanyi, also
One after another stood up and responded, expressing their willingness to live and die together.
In fact, in this chaotic situation, no one would think that their life is very noble, because in front of the saber, no matter you are a high-ranking official or a wealthy businessman or a gentleman, you are all equal. If you want to survive, you must
Try your best. No, even Zhao Quanzhong, who is usually most afraid of death, only hesitated for a moment and then stood up with the crowd.
However, Wan Lei only ordered ten powerful minzhuangs, and said to Zhao Hongru: "Brother Zhao, take the villagers and run quickly, leave five carriages for me, and the remaining carriages must be transported to
In the city.”
"This..." Zhao Hongru was still hesitant. He wanted to make a splash and didn't want to be an escort.
"The Mongols are about to rush over. If you don't run away, stay here and wait to die!" Wan Lei shouted, and the villagers were startled and ran away again.