The sky gradually brightened, and the snow finally fell a little less. Logically, Cheng Xiaoyu and his team should return to the camp, but under Cheng Xiaoyu's leadership, they were still moving along the traces on the ground.

Not just messy footprints, but a corpse would appear from time to time on the way forward. Along the way, Cheng Xiaoyu and the others had found no less than twenty corpses.

"Boss, it's time for us to go back and report!" said a soldier.

Cheng Xiaoyu stared at another corpse that appeared in front of him, his mouth twitched, hesitated for a moment, and said, "We will walk a while longer, it seems that Shuanglian City has driven out all the people in their city. This weather will freeze to death."

The soldier blinked and wanted to say something, but the words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them back.

They no longer saved their horsepower, and they ran forward after getting on the horse. After half a stick of incense, they rode up a gentle slope. Ten people suddenly strangled the horses, and the scene in front of them shocked them.

The back of the slope can effectively resist some of the wind, or this is the reason why these people gather here. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know how many people were below, but he could only see dense heads, all of whom were tightly crowded together. The outside was some elderly people and men. The more they went in, the more women and the more children they were.

"So many people?" The soldiers were a little panicked. They had only ten people. What if they were fully armed? Those people could flood them." Boss...we?"

"I'm afraid there's only one breath left." Cheng Xiaoyu took a deep breath. The scene in front of him made him deeply shocked, which reminded him of many years ago, a group of escaped people also formed a circle like now, surrounding him and several other children.

Later, he survived, and all the adults outside died. He was the only one who survived by chance.

The scene in front of him was like a sharp awl, which suddenly pierced a dream in his heart that he had never wanted to touch.

"Send an arrow to indicate our location and let other patrols approach us." He bit his lips, and there was a trace of blood oozing out of his lips.

"Boss, you can attract other patrol teams, but you can also attract enemies!" A soldier changed his color.

"Are you afraid?" Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly turned around and glared at him. He turned his head and rushed down to slow down his skin.

The other nine soldiers pulled their horses and rushed down with Cheng Xiaoyu. The remaining soldier was struggling with his son for a while, gritted his teeth, took off a crossbow arrow from his waist, replaced it with a special whistle. He raised his hand, and the whistlebrating Mingdi suddenly rushed into the sky with a sharp and special whistle.

The sound of horse hooves alarmed the people under the leeing slope. Hula suddenly stood up a lot, but then fell down a lot, and the women and children started crying loudly. The circle of people outside moved without moving.

Ten soldiers were facing a great enemy. With a clanging sound, they pulled out the saber with one hand and the crossbow with the other, staring at the dense crowd ahead without blinking.

Those people were so cold that they were pale and their faces were pale. Looking at their swollen faces, I was afraid they wouldn't even look at the strength to stand up.

Cheng Xiaoyu did not hesitate for a long time, then turned over and got off the horse and walked forward.

The circle of people outside was still not moving, but the people inside were trying hard to squeeze and squeeze tighter. There was no strong man here, basically women and children.

Cheng Xiaoyu walked outside the circle and looked at the people who were still sitting there and still moving, and his face changed. He slowly reached out and placed it under the man's nose. His hands shook slightly. The man had long since lost his breath.

His hands drooped weakly. He turned his head to look at the man next to him, sitting stiffly without any movement. Cheng Xiaoyu reached out and pushed him gently on his shoulder, and the man fell down in response.

Cheng Xiaoyu's face was pale. At this moment, he seemed to recall the nightmare-like snowy night more than ten years ago.

He walked inside, and the women squeezed tighter. At this time, they didn't even dare to cry. Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly saved himself from the sabre that was still carrying the sheathed in his hand. He turned around, threw the knife in his hand out, and stabbed it on the ground with a sniff.

In front of him was a woman who was as thin as a numb rod but had a swollen face. She was holding a child about five or six years old tightly in her arms, staring at him with big eyes and staring at him with fear.

Because of his thinness, his eyes looked particularly big. These big eyes once again hurt Cheng Xiaoyu's heart. He had a younger brother who died in that snowy night. When Cheng Xiaoyu was finally rescued, the last image he left to him was the eyes that were still wide open.

He reached into his arms, took out a piece of jerky, squatted down, and handed it to the child.

A wind suddenly came from beside him, and a wounded soldier who seemed to be lying on the ground suddenly rushed towards him. Cheng Xiaoyu leaned slightly and grabbed the man's wrist with a hand. With a gentle touch, the man fell to the ground with a loud bang, but he never got up again. He was lying there, but just looked at him with his eyes.

"That's for food." Cheng Xiaoyu said softly. The wounded soldier had only breathe. Cheng Xiaoyu took out the flat wine pot from his arms, grabbed the man's mouth, and poured it into his mouth a little.

He stood up, took out all the jerky in his arms, and handed it to the children and women one by one.

The hunger and cold still overcome their fear, and someone slowly started chewing. Cheng Xiaoyu walked out of the circle with big strides, walked to his soldiers, and shouted: "Take them out."

Ten subordinates took out the jerky on their bodies without saying a word and handed them to Cheng Xiaoyu, even the flat wine pot on each of them.

With these things, Cheng Xiaoyu once again walked into this circle and began to distribute those foods. There was not much food, even if everyone only had a piece of jerky meat.

He walked among the half-dead people, and would occasionally help someone up and pour a small sip of wine into their mouths. This sip of wine could save their lives.

Ten soldiers outside also jumped off the horse, slowly walked into the circle, took some jerky and wine pot from Cheng Xiaoyu, and helped him start saving people.

Finally some people became a little angry.

"Boss, I just cleared it up. Almost half of the people died. Almost no one outside is alive. There are more than 500 people left now. What should I do?"

"Take it back!" Cheng Xiaoyu said gritting his teeth.

"Ah?" The soldiers were all shocked.

"If they don't take it back, they will die in the end." Cheng Xiaoyu swallowed, "If the superior blames him, I will bear it alone. I believe that as long as we arrive at our military camp, even if the superior is dissatisfied, they will not watch these people be frozen to death and starve to death."

"Head, we are enemies, can they follow us?" a soldier whispered.

Cheng Xiaoyu was silent for a moment, turned around, looked at the crowd still with panic on his face, cleared his throat, and shouted: "I think you know that we are soldiers of the Ming Dynasty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd started to stir again.

When the crowd calmed down again, Cheng Xiaoyu said: "I know that if you don't believe in us, you will hate us and be afraid of us, but what I want to tell you is that you can't hold on in such weather. If you want to survive, there is only one way, that is, follow us, we have warm barracks and enough food, so in order to survive, for these children, please go back with me! Or your father, brother, and husband are our enemies, but you are not. You should survive."

The crowd became slightly turbulent.

"We are going back. Those who want to survive, follow us!" Cheng Xiaoyu led the war horse and walked slowly back with heavy steps.

The crowd was silent. After a while, a woman holding the child stood up and staggered behind Cheng Xiaoyu. Another woman stood up with a half-aged child. Slowly, behind Cheng Xiaoyu, more and more people followed.

Cheng Xiaoyu showed a smile on his face.

Living is always the most original pursuit of human beings.

"Send another whistle to locate, we need more companions to help us." Cheng Xiaoyu said to a soldier beside him.

"Yes, boss!" The soldier picked up the crossbow, replaced it with a special whistle and shot it into the sky. Before his crossbow was put down, his face had changed drastle. In the distance, there was a snow tornado rolling up and a rumbling sound of hooves, but there was no whistle like them. This only means that one thing is the enemy.

"Qin Army!" The soldiers jumped onto the war horse in a conditioned manner, drew out the war knife, and turned their heads to look at Cheng Xiaoyu.

The enemy had time to go fast, and in a blink of an eye, there were hundreds of Thunder Army cavalrymen. Cheng Xiaoyu also changed his face. There were so many people who wanted to run away, but they were afraid they couldn't escape.

"Brothers, I have implicated you." Cheng Xiaoyu said to everyone with a wry smile.

Within a few breaths, hundreds of Qin soldiers rushed over and tightened their horses hundreds of steps away from them. The general led a cold look at Cheng Xiaoyu and his group.

Cheng Xiaoyu took a deep breath and slowly moved forward.

"Boss!" the soldiers behind him shouted.

"Stay here, don't move!" Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head slowly. He even got into the sheath, jumped off the war horse, and walked towards the opposite side step by step.
Chapter completed!