The sky is gradually breaking, and the earth is hazy, as if it is covered with a veil.
The Xishan Mountains gradually rise, and the blue-grey rocks are hidden in the morning mist.
People with dew on their beards and hair walked in and out of the camp, gathering.
They were about to set off, so they took the shady houses they met along the way and grabbed a piece of them to seek "justice" for themselves.
Most of them did not have horses and had to set out on foot.
Some people hid two dry wheat bran cakes on the meat for rations.
Some people brought nothing.
They thought that they would go to the houses of those who were being held hostage to search for some food, or if they were lucky enough, the host's wife would be willing to compromise and ask for some food.
If you have better luck, you can directly capture the main house. It is said that there are countless delicacies, gold, jade and pearls in the main house.
With such delusions in mind, they tightened their belts and wrapped their thin and tattered clothes more energetically.
The weather in the early morning hours of early spring was bone-chillingly cold.
Many people wore stars and moons all night to persuade their friends and came to the Xishan camp with equally restless people.
During this period, we also had disputes with some people who had different ideas and did not want to blindly follow them.
There is no need to go into details about the various troubles and bloody conflicts.
At this time, four to five hundred people had gathered in this dilapidated Xishan camp.
What is coming has already come, and what is not coming will never come again.
They still needed to drive the shady people out of their shabby huts and drive them to the main house like cattle and horses. They couldn't waste any more time.
The dew condensed on the clothes, armor, beards and hair dripped down drop by drop, and white breath came out of people's mouths and noses.
They looked expectantly at the fat man standing on the high platform of the school grounds. The leader had always been a capable man.
This time they also expected to get a more compromise result as usual.
The leader surnamed Deng stood on the high platform, and many eager eyes were focused on him.
His steel needle-like beard was slightly raised, and he was happy to enjoy such gazes.
But, it's not enough!
He looked to the east. Half an hour ago, his proud son had set off from the trail behind the camp with dozens of his followers.
If this comes to pass, Sima Chen, surnamed Chen, promised to help them get rid of their lowly status and change their lives to become minor officials in Lingzhi.
Don't look at them as mere petty officials. That is a high platform that these lowly tribes who are dependent on the big clan will never be able to climb in their lifetime.
He had drowned eight girls before giving birth to this son. Although he was always strict, in his heart, this brave and strong son was the best.
As long as I can get rid of this identity...
What's the point of offering more sacrifices?
His eyes swept over the people in the audience, and he said solemnly in the expectant eyes of everyone: "Everyone, we have been abandoned here by Jihou for many years, and today we are going to seek justice!"
Everyone in the audience raised all kinds of weapons in their hands and shouted loudly.
At one time, the hoarse shouts of hundreds of people pierced the morning fog and echoed over the camp.
At this time, if you ask them what justice is and what kind of justice they want to get, most of them will probably not know.
Whether they had previously fought against Zhou Xing and others, or raised their weapons now, they would not gain much benefit.
As for the benefits, it was just that the son of the leader surnamed Deng had to enter the guest house where Gongsun Xuan lived twice.
Like a wild dog, he had to be washed several times before he could enter his master's bedroom.
These people around me, have they received a grain of wheat from someone?
No!
By doing such a thing, can they get an extra grain of wheat?
not necessarily!
But they still shouted passionately for justice.
He will use a knife to threaten the shady people he meets on the road, walk out of his house, and walk on the same road as them.
The excited shouts of the crowd covered up the sounds outside the camp.
They were originally a mob. Even though they had suffered from war, they had been sheltered in this Lone Bamboo Manor for the past ten years.
Even though he was lowly and poor, he had only been exposed to trivial matters such as fighting for supplies and ganging up to bully the poor households behind the back of the stewards.
I have long lost my sensitivity and awe to danger.
When doing such a big thing, the gate of the village is left wide open.
Several logs as thick as a palm and as long as an arm were thrown into the camp gate and jammed.
The rotten Juma deer antlers originally placed in the camp were cleared away.
On the crooked watchtower, the sentry dozed off and was dragged down from behind, covering his mouth.
"Justice! We must seek justice from Lady Gongsun!"
A thin man was tapped on the shoulder by a hard object. He stopped shouting and turned around to look impatiently.
Resting on his shoulder is a Han army standard ring-headed sword with a scabbard.
Although the shiny black scabbard has several scratches, it has been wiped clean and there is no smell of blood at close range. It is obvious that the owner cherishes it very much.
The thin man swallowed hard, turned around slightly, and looked from bottom to top.
A knight in black robes was riding on a horse, looking down at him with a saber on his shoulder.
"What kind of justice do you want to seek from Lady Gongsun?"
The dark-skinned black-robed knight had a trace of amusement on his face.
Although his skin is dark, it is very shiny, his cheeks are plump and fleshy, and his eyes are bright and lively. He does not have the thinness and dullness that is characteristic of hungry people.
Wearing a black robe of unknown material, the bright armor plates were faintly visible at the open collar.
Under the crotch is a white horse, fat and strong, snoring restlessly and eager to fight.
The thin man did not dare to move. He swallowed hard, turned his eyes and looked to the side.
One by one, knights on white horses strolled out from behind the dilapidated and moldy longhouse and gathered.
The thin man took a breath of cold air. He had never seen the White Horse Yi Cong galloping outside the Great Wall under General White Horse.
But he had heard that the mistress of the manor brought an elite cavalry with her when she returned.
They all rode white horses and wore the same black robes.
The thin man unconsciously slowed down his breathing.
"Didn't you shout very loud just now?"
The knight immediately looked at this thin and rickety man with disdain. It was these stupid and vicious dogs who had such bad intentions.
Seek justice from Mrs. Gongsun? Are they worthy?
What kind of justice did Lady Gongsun owe them?
"Azhou." A bearded man with a missing piece of his right ear shouted from a distance, "Captain Zhao has told me many times not to take it lightly under any circumstances. Don't you have a long memory?"
The knight who was called Azhou snorted in dissatisfaction, turned his horse's head, rode the horse, and trotted back to the queue.
The scabbard on his shoulder was removed, and the thin man's legs weakened and he sat down on the ground.
Only then did he realize that the high-spirited shouting had stopped at some point.
With their backs to the longhouse, the crowd raising their weapons and shouting turned around and stared blankly at the knights who had gathered just a stone's throw away and drew out the ring-headed swords at their waists one after another.
The long sword was unsheathed, and with the sound of the sharp tool rubbing against the scabbard, the bright silver blade glowed coldly under the gradually brightening skylight.
Standing on the high platform, the leader surnamed Deng noticed this team suddenly emerging from behind the longhouse earlier than anyone else.
He opened his mouth wide and couldn't make a sound.
Watching a tall general riding a white horse and carrying a bright silver gun, he rode up to the assembled team.