"The desert is lonely smoke, the long river is setting sun, I really saw it..."

Looking at the edge of the vast desert, straight wolf smoke rose.

The sun that is about to set is not dazzling at all, like a big red ball.

Such a beautiful scenery gives people the feeling that it is not about the poetic excitement, but about the endless desolation.

Pei Changhao widened his eyes and saw this scene.

The vague past events were like a mess, piled up in my mind. I ate barley noodles for three consecutive days and drank the fishy camel milk, which made Pei Changhao see the withered grass on the ground, and green light was coming out of his eyes.

With a gentle sigh, Pei Changhao looked at the sun that was about to set again.

On the first day of traveling, Pei Changhao lay on the dirty bed, savoring the pitiful information in his mind, but he had no choice but to accept the reality. He lived in two thatched huts, one of which was lifted away by the strong wind, and some of the thatched on the roof was in the mud jar beside the bed. There were some barley noodles, a pot of camel milk, and a few clothes that were quite understandable were piled on the head of the bed.

The next day after traveling, four people suddenly came to the family. He said politely that the bandits were going to attack the villages of the towns and villages. Those who could move in the village must protect the towns and villages and must fight off the bandits. All those who guard the towns and villages, the elders and Li were responsible for providing daily food and drink. If the bandits could be killed, there would be rewards for money.

On the third day of the journey, Pei Changhao, who was depressed and confused, came to the village and joined the team guarding the village.

Seeing this team guarding the village, Pei Changhao almost vomited blood. There were very few real young people, mostly middle-aged and even white-haired old people with sparse hair, haggard faces, and four young men with hairless mouths, all with tender expressions on their faces. It would be a joke to let them kill the enemy. It would be nice not to be scared to death by then.

Everyone carried hoes and other farm tools, without swords, no bows, arrows, crossbows, and spears.

To fight the bandits with such a team and equipment is equivalent to seeking death.

In fact, it is already very good to be able to recruit these people to guard the village. Over the years of conquest, young people have been recruited to fight in the army, and very few can stay.

The elders and Li were able to find these people to guard the village, but because they provided food and drink, the people in the village had no knowledge and did not know the cruelty of killing. Anyway, they had food and drink, and it was good to make a living, at least they were not hungry. More importantly, the so-called bandits killed, which is the rumors, and no one knew the truth or falsehood.

After most of the day, everyone sat at the entrance of the village, chatting after dinner, and doing nothing.

...

The straight lonely smoke and the round sunset made Pei Changhao suddenly awake, not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of one. If he continues to be depressed like this, when the bandits really come, it will be his last time in this world.

It’s better to live than to die. Since you have traveled through time, you have to take a closer look at this strange world.

The person in charge of commanding everyone to guard the village was Li Zheng's nephew Su Chunhua, who was twenty years old and had nothing to do all day long and was idle, but he was not very bad.

Su Chunhua's only ability is to talk about the mountains. He was nothing more than talking about the lively scenes he saw when he went to the county town. Although he had said it thousands of times, the villagers who had never left the village in their entire life listened to it with relish every time.

Pei Changhao sorted out his emotions slightly and walked over slowly.

Seeing Pei Changhao coming, Su Chunhua felt a little guilty, but still looked indifferent.

"That, brother Chang Hao, is there anything wrong?"

A fragmented memory flashed in Pei Changhao's mind. Half a month ago, he fought with Su Chunhua and entered the depths of the desert alone. There was no news for ten days. Su Chunhua was scared and ran to Lizheng's home and told the story tremblingly. Lizheng sent more than a dozen villagers to search in the depths of the desert. Pei Changhao's life should not be lost. He was found by the villagers not far from the village and carried back to the village.

Pei Changhao, who was carried home by the villagers, was unconscious, his face turned pale and his breath became weaker and weaker. He seemed to be unable to save his life. After hearing this, he shook his head slightly and sighed, saying nothing.

One day later, Pei Changhao suddenly woke up and returned to normal. However, he became silent and unwilling to speak. After hearing the news, he immediately sent someone to send some barley noodles and camel milk.

The reason for this situation is very simple. Pei Changhao is not Pei Changhao. The original Pei Changhao has ascended to heaven and his soul has returned to his hometown. Pei Changhao has traveled through time in a daze.

Seeing that Pei Changhao did not speak immediately, Su Chunhua waved his hand and let the villagers gathered around him disperse.

When everyone scattered, Su Chunhua looked at Pei Changhao and spoke.

"Brother Chang Hao, I can't blame me for the things in the desert. You took the initiative to go..."

Pei Changhao waved to Su Chunhua, and a hint of generous aura appeared on his face.

"Don't mention the things that have passed, I have important things to ask you."

Before Pei Changhao finished speaking, Su Chunhua's expression obviously became relaxed.

"Brother Chang Hao, as long as it is not a matter of Dasha, you can just tell me other things."

Taking a few steps forward, looking at Su Chunhua, whose face became increasingly unnatural, Pei Changhao spoke calmly.

"It's almost a day since we've been doing nothing. If the bandits really come, can we survive..."

Before Pei Changhao finished speaking, Su Chunhua smiled and showed an indifferent expression.

"I thought it was something. Brother Chang Hao, you're thinking too much. Our village is too poor and the population is not large. The bandits have said they want to come but they haven't come. Everyone is used to it."

"If the bandits really come here, can everyone resist?"

Su Chunhua was stunned for a moment, looked at Pei Changhao, and spoke in anger.

"We have more than 30 people and have been prepared for a long time. How could the bandits come?"

"I ask you, what if the bandits come? Will everyone die here? Have you never thought about how to deal with the bandits?"

Su Chunhua's face suddenly turned red and she walked to Pei Changhao.

"I haven't thought about you, what should I do if you come."

Pei Changhao nodded without hesitation.

"I have a way to deal with the bandits, but everyone has to obey my command, including you..."

Su Chunhua had a calm face, clenched her fists, and spoke yelled.

"Why should I listen to you? If you say command, you will command it. The bandits won't come."

Pei Changhao's face suddenly became cold and he reached out to pinch Su Chunhua's arm.

"Su Chunhua, if the bandits come, I won't wait for death here. If you want to die, it's your business. Either I will command everyone to resist the bandits, or I will leave now, and you will continue to command everyone here."

Pei Changhao instantly showed his strong and fierce temperament and calmed Su Chunhua. He had never seen Pei Changhao so tough, and even wanted to do it directly.

The pinched arm hurts very much, making Su Chunhua's face slightly pale.

"Brother Chang Hao, don't, don't do this, do you think the bandits will really come..."

Pei Changhao increased the strength of his palm, looked at Su Chunhua with a pale face, and spoke disdainfully.

"I don't know if the bandits come or not, I know that if the bandits really come, everyone will die, including you."

Su Chunhua barely squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying.

"Then, you will command it to resist the bandits. I will tell everyone, I will listen to you too..."

....

There were more than 30 people standing sparsely, including four eleven or twelve-year-old boys. Everyone's faces were numb and indifferent. Many people were still holding barley noodles and camel milk tightly in their hands. That was the main reason why they came to the village head.

"If I can succeed, I will be a god."

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is skinny.

Pei Changhao almost thought of giving up. These people were villagers and had never left the village in their lives, with their faces facing the loess and backs facing the sky. For them, killing people is a fantasy, and being killed is also an incredible thing.

This cannot be blamed on the villagers. They don’t know big words or have no knowledge. What they remember in their minds is farming, hunting and living. It is useless to explain the big truth to these villagers and they can’t listen to it.

After desperately suppressing his emotions, Pei Changhao's face became calm. He could not give up. If the bandits really came, there would be no chance.

Not far away, Su Chunhua sat on the ridge, lowering her head, not knowing what to think.

After sorting out his emotions again, Pei Changhao spoke slowly.

"This time, the bandits are really likely to come here. Su Chunhua just told me that if you don't believe it, you can go over and ask."

Su Chunhua, who was sitting on the ridge, was shocked and immediately stood up and nodded desperately as everyone looked at them.

"Brother Chang Hao is right. The bandits are likely to come to the village, and everyone listens to him."

Everyone's eyes focused on Pei Changhao again, but there was no trace of fear in their eyes.

"The bandits are cruel. When they come, they will kill all of us and destroy the market towns and villages. If we wait here, we can't beat them at all. One knife is not enough for others to cut, so we have to find a way..."

Before Pei Changhao finished speaking, an old man with white hair and beard spoke.

"Boy, we have hoes in our hands. The bandits are riding tall horses. They are really coming. If we kill one by one, we can't even run away. How can we fight with others?"

There were bursts of laughter coming, and everyone was indifferent and needed to have fun.

There have been several news that the bandits were about to attack the market towns and villages, but no one saw that the bandits really came. Everyone came to the village to resist the bandits, with the purpose of making a living, and they would not think about anything else at all.
Chapter completed!