Chapter 1587 Northwest
But this is good, her investment was not in vain.
Zhao Han thought happily in pain.
However, the cunning rabbit has three holes.
I still have to make a few more nests.
The emperor is a nest, from top to bottom.
Li Haiyun is the second nest, from bottom to top.
Look for another one, spread out from the middle.
Thoughts flew through the Xia Net, and finally came to the northwest.
White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for thousands of miles.
The living can only steal pleasure, but the dead have long since passed away.
It was tragic.
Zhao Han has never visited the northwest, but has heard too many rumors about successive years of drought, rebels everywhere, and everyone eating each other for fifty cents a pound.
In her heart, she was somewhat escaping from this.
But now she still went to see it.
After all, this world will be the place where she will achieve her will on the planet.
She not only has to appreciate the good, the beautiful, the happy... but also accept the ugly, miserable, and evil.
"Oh, vomit..."
Zhao Han woke up from her dream because she saw a person in the market.
Bloody, cruel, numb, grinning...
Our ancestors fought hard for hundreds of thousands of years to reach the top of the food chain, completely making themselves independent from the traditional food chain.
However, the younger generations have included themselves in the food chain.
The teacher once asked me why I bothered?
Now, I have the answer, that is, I don’t want to see this kind of thing exist.
Everywhere I pass and the places I see, I don’t seek everyone’s well-being, but I seek their existence.
When the purple-flowered dog woke up, it barked "woof, woof" at the blind boy sleeping on the bed.
Ever since she slept too hard one night and was almost caught and eaten by a passing demon sect elder, she began to sleep in front of the blind boy's bed.
The saint often travels on business and cannot take care of it all the time.
Wen Rensheng opened his eyes and looked.
I saw a trace of long-lost fear in the purple dog's eyes.
As soon as his thoughts changed, he could guess what tragedy Zhao Han must have seen in his dream.
After all, this is a period of time before the end of the dynasty, but because of the suppression by the martial arts factions, the rebels have not yet spread all over the place, and order can still be maintained in most places.
It scares the children, even dogs can’t sleep well.
He stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a burst of zhenqi appeared, knocking the purple dog unconscious.
"I am calling to tell you that I have woken up. What does it mean if you knock me out?" Zhao Han thought with some dissatisfaction before he fainted.
I fainted until dawn.
Zhao Han managed to adapt and entered Xiawang again, his thoughts turning to the northwest.
This time she avoided the crowds and finally found a suitable target.
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Shi Baizhang is leading his brothers to attack big businesses.
This is the largest village in the vicinity, and all the surviving wealthy households from the surrounding small villages gather here.
Digging long ditches, building wooden ladders, bumping into village gates... none of these can stop them.
The only thing that left them helpless was the five internal energy masters in the village.
These masters are gathered from dozens of nearby Zhuangzi.
A single master has limited energy.
They spent dozens or hundreds of lives, coupled with the indiscriminate rain of arrows and guns, they could always drive them away.
But five won’t work. They form a group of two and form a grazing formation.
Whenever they are about to break the bank, the opponent will appear from somewhere, behead them, and kill dozens of the bravest veterans, and their morale will collapse all of a sudden. Shi Baizhang could only be glad that he didn't have a large logistics camp.
All the food is distributed to each team, and each team only has enough food for five days.
The other party cannot cut off its own food channels, nor can it burn its own food and grass.
Otherwise, the regular army of several thousand people would have been cut off by the opponent and completely collapsed.
Now they have two days of food, and in two days they will eat people.
The dead people have been dealt with carefully and can be eaten for seven or eight days.
"Zhang Pan, we can't go on like this! Those five masters are too difficult to deal with. We only have Zhang Pan and the second master here. The third master has the fifth level of body tempering and is no match for them. "Beside Shi Baizhang, an old man in a long gown shook his head and said.
He was originally a fortune teller who was about to starve to death, but was picked up by Shi Baizhang to serve as the military adviser in the storyteller's words.
You need a strategist to build a team. If you don’t have a strategist, you will fall into the trap... Even if you have a strategist, you will still fall into the trap.
"Old Liu Tou, what do you think we should do?" the second master said very dissatisfied, "None of the masters will follow us in rebellion. If that doesn't work, they can still travel thousands of miles to the Central Plains and Jiangnan. It’s just the three of us. We can’t leave our fellow villagers behind, so we hang out here!”
“We can talk to them. These masters are also afraid of getting hurt. The old man has noticed it. Every time we are covered with arrows, Even if they are wearing three layers of old cowhide armor, they will retreat in a hurry," the fortune teller said confidently.
"Talk, how to talk? There is only such a big village left around. We need food, can they give it?"
"Staying here will lead to death. As long as they give us two days of food, we will leave with the veterans and go to the southwest, where the weather is relatively good." The fortune teller thought for a while and said.
"The southwest is full of mountains and there are chieftain soldiers everywhere. It's easy to get in but hard to get out. What kind of dog-headed military advisor are you?" the second master said disdainfully.
In the camp, there was a dead silence.
Shi Baizhang knew that his team was now facing a desperate situation.
If you fight, you can’t fight; if you surround, you have no food.
When they start eating people, the team is not far from collapse.
Why are you following him? It's not because he has food here and can find food.
If you want to eat people, why come to him and have meat delivered to your door?
"Damn it, if it weren't for those masters, Zhuangzi would have been broken long ago, and the villagers would have a way to survive!" A dark man couldn't help but complain, the third head of the family.
To conquer the world, you need to gain the support of a martial arts school, or you must be a martial arts school yourself.
This is a statement that has never been on the table.
The Great Yan royal family was once supported by several sects.
They first settled things in the martial arts world before going to conquer the world, so things went smoothly. Even if there was an assassination, they were blocked.
In the past, when his family was well off, Shi Baizhang had practiced martial arts for three years in the county martial arts gym. He heard these things mentioned by the martial arts masters in casual conversations.
But now, these martial arts masters have become an obstacle to him making a living for his fellow villagers.
In fact, with his cultivation at the fifth level of Body Tempering, he could definitely find something to do in the county town.
If that doesn't work out, I can still survive by going to Jiangnan with the caravan that sells people.
But he is a loyal person. He can live, but will his parents, family, grandfather and relatives still live?
Up to now, among his relatives, there are only five or six young men remaining with him as soldiers.
His biological parents also died during several retreats, and other elderly relatives were not spared.
He originally wanted to make a living for his family, but now he is almost dead.
But he has no regrets.
Because he ensured that his family was well fed before he died, so he would not starve to death after he died.
I heard that starving ghosts are the most bullied when they go to hell.
Because I don’t have enough to eat and have no strength, I will be bullied wherever I go.
How to deal with those five inner energy masters?
He was thinking about it in his mind, trying his best to recall the weaknesses of masters mentioned by martial arts masters in the past.
In normal times, a master of internal energy can build villages and forts and dominate one side.
It’s just that there has been a severe drought in the northwest for many years, and the rivers and lakes have dried up.
Too many manors can survive two or three years, but if there is no harvest for five or seven consecutive years, they really can’t hold on.
Even internal energy masters cannot resist natural disasters.
Without the villagers, the masters are like a tree without roots and can only choose to evacuate.
This Dazhuangzi can still persist because there is a spring in the Zhuangzi, and there is water underground. If there is water, the ground can be irrigated.
They are counting on surviving successive years of drought.
(End of this chapter)