"It's getting late, so let's get ready. Pens, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info soldiers, lined up. ”

Ji Bai looked at the sky, let the flute player and the man with the small drum play, and the two flags were raised high.

The spearmen lined up, the archers followed closely behind the spearmen, and the black-clad men in charge of the charge were on the left side of the spearmen, walking out of the woods in a neat and slow manner.

There will be no danger in attacking a small village, so let people know how good and powerful the army is.

The Dongyi people, who were working in the fields, heard the sound of the flute and drum, and were curious, but not afraid, this place was not far from the city, and they did not think that this was the enemy.

It wasn't until a lame old man in the village was disturbed by the sound that the village panicked. For the lame old man saw the clothes and hair buns of those who were slowly coming in formation, and thought of the wounds that his legs had suffered from the battle with these people when he was young.

After a shout, the people of the village fled to the village, and there was a simple fence outside the village, which could not resist these people at all, but at least had a little to rely on.

Young men with long bamboo poles or sticks tied to stone spears and longbows made of bamboo stand guard in the village.

It's just that the formation is sparse, and the arms are trembling, and there are not many of them, but the opposite side is walking neatly, as if the earth is shaking with the trembling drums.

When they were about a hundred and fifty paces away from the village, a soft arrow flew towards this side, and naturally missed, and even if it was shot on the body, there would be no damage.

The drums did not stop, the formation was naturally not chaotic, and after a slight pause, the whole team advanced fifty or sixty paces, the sound of the flute changed, and the spearmen stopped.

The archer quickly stepped forward, and the horn wrench and bowstring were combined to fly the first round of feathered arrows.

Three or five people fell on the opposite side, and it was obvious that they were even more panicked, but they had not yet collapsed, and seemed to want to continue firing.

Ji Bai smiled: "They still have the courage to shoot them, but Ji Xia asked us to leave a deeper impression on them." After three rounds of arrows, get ready to pound! ”

The spearmen gripped their spears, and the drums suddenly turned to a rapid beating, and the black-clad soldiers checked each other's arquebuses and pulled out the strange iron balls of cast iron that contained gunpowder.

After three rounds of arrows, there was a rapid whistle, and the archers retreated to the sides to continue the projectile, while the hand-to-hand combat classes followed the drum to the onslaught.

At the time of thirty paces, the opposite side had collapsed, they were not the army, not even the countrymen of Dongyi, just some villagers, who were able to hold on until now surpassed their courage.

The men threw down their sticks and bows, and fled backwards without looking back, and when the sound of the explosion of black powder reached their ears, several of them covered their ears and cried out like crazy, terrified that the end of the world was coming.

The wooden fence was torn down, and those who were able to escape had already hid in the forest, and those who ran slowly were all surrounded in the village, scurrying around.

It is only ordinary civilians and not the army that can be dealt with by more than 100 organized people, not to mention that this village is not big at all.

At the entrance of the village, a woman was holding her child uneasily, followed by a slightly older one about six or seven years old, and although the child was frightened, she did not know what was happening, but just ran after her mother.

When the woman was blocked by Ji Bai, she screamed and squatted on the ground, hugged the child in her arms, and took the slightly older one behind her.

She looked at the bright sword and thought about the loud noise before, thinking that she was going to die or be taken away again, and subconsciously shouted in despair.

"Don't kill my child!"

It was the first time she had screamed like this, but it wasn't the first time she had heard it in her memory. The words she shouted awakened memories from a long, long time ago, when she was not a mother but a child, but at that time she had a mother.

It was also in the face of strong enemies and weapons, and that's how her mother shouted, a language she hadn't spoken in years. But at the last moment of despair, the moment when the last mother protected her child, somehow she said the language she was familiar with when she was a child, just like her mother shouted at the beginning.

Ji Bai and Mo were stunned, the woman shouted not in the language of the Dongyi people, but in the language of the Dahe tribes, very crisp, although a little vague, you could hear what the woman was shouting.

"Don't kill my children......"

Ji Bai repeated, and was suddenly stunned, looked at the dark and thin woman carefully, and rubbed his eyes. He had heard these words a long time ago, and it was when his own clan was slaughtered by the Meteorite tribe again, and his sister shouted...... At that time, he was not very old, but these words remained deeply in his mind until this moment was awakened, thinking that he had returned to the moment that he had hidden deep in his heart and did not dare to recall.

It took him a long time before he came back to his senses. The same thing can be said by the same person. His mother is dead, and only a little bone hangs on his brother's chest to accompany him.

Ji Bai smiled at the woman and said, "I won't kill you, you are also a relative of the Great River Tribes." Were you captured as a slave? ”

I thought that these words would make the woman relax, but the woman grabbed the child, widened her eyes and cried, because she understood Ji Bai's words - she would not kill her because she was a relative of the Great River Tribes, but she was not, which village was the Great River Tribes? Or which city? Or even what is that?

The older child next to him was still crying, but the child in his arms didn't know what was happening, looking for his mother's milk with his pink little hands and mouth, biting gently, but maybe he couldn't suck anything because he was too thin.

Ji Bai took out a piece of maple candy from his pocket, which was stained with some grass clippings and dust, handed it to the crying child, touched the head of the child in his arms and said, "You are the most well-behaved, you are not crying." ”

But before he could touch it, the woman bit the back of her hand fiercely and hugged the child tightly.

The woman's power is too small, Ji Bai either thought of his own people a long time ago or loved his sister very much, not at all, but he looked forward to it or regarded it as yes, so he didn't retract it, and only after being bitten by a woman did he withdraw his hand with a smile, because his sister had also bitten someone from the Meteorite Clan before she died, maybe he just wanted to see this short scene, it was really similar.

After a long time, the woman let go of her mouth, surprised that the other party did not kill her, and even more surprised that the other party let her bite.

After a long time, the woman suddenly cried, and said in an already unfamiliar language that was not fluent: "I am not from the village of the Great River Tribes, but do you want to kill me and my children?" I can do things, I can be a slave......"

Ji Bai was stunned, and then he understood what the woman was talking about, so he nodded, which made the woman feel at ease.

"Were you caught here as a slave?"

"Yes."

"And where did they catch you?"

The woman recalled some of the words her mother had said to her when she was a child, thought for a long time, and finally remembered it, and said excitedly: "Weicheng." ”

"That's kinship."

"Yes...... But you belong to the cities of the great rivers, and I am from the reeds. ”

Ji Bai smiled bitterly and shook his head, not knowing how to explain to this woman, so he stopped dwelling on this matter and asked, "What about your man?" ”

"Dead."

"Who killed it?"

"A feathered arrow."

At this time, there were already a lot of people around, and a half-grown child of the young military class shouted: "You were originally a relative of the Great River Tribes, and we will not kill you now, but I want to ask where you are standing now?" Is it the Dongyi people? Or is it on the side of the Great River? ”

This is something that Jian Chen has been instilling in them, and for a whole few years, they have become familiar with it, and even have taken it for granted.

The woman was a little frightened when she heard the strange words of the Great River Tribes again, and she thought it was a question of where she was standing now, so she replied tremblingly, "I am standing in ...... Stand in Jiecun. ”

The half-grown child was puzzled by this answer, thinking that he was asking the wrong question. So he asked, "It's not a place, it's a person!" ”

The woman suddenly said, "Ah...... I'm with my kids. ”

Ji Bai pushed away the half-grown child who was a little confused, and smiled: "Okay, get up, we won't kill you." You see, we say the same thing, why should we kill you? ”

When the woman heard the promise not to kill, she fell on the ground excitedly, knelt down with her hands on her forehead, and said with the most solemn courtesy: "Thank you, ...... the sky."

Halfway through the conversation, the child who asked the question before shouted: "Don't use the etiquette of the Dongyi people!" ”

She was startled, and her head, which was already lying on the ground, did not dare to raise it, and Ji Bai sighed: "Okay, get up." What about your mother? ”

The woman scratched her head and said, "Dead." The mother was taken into slavery and gave birth to several children. One day I was so hungry that my mother stole my master's corn. Originally, he was going to be put to death, but the master, out of kindness, just broke his mother's hand, and then died. ”

"What about you man?"

"Like me, he was a slave, and his master took him to war, and he was killed by a feather arrow."

"Where's the master?"

"It's time to go to war."

At this time, a few former workshop workers opened their mouths to say something, but Ji Bai coughed and asked the woman to take the woman aside first.

A workshop worker with anger on his face couldn't help but shout, "Okay, let's take a look." Mom was interrupted, and she actually said that the owner was kind? Her man still has to go to war with his master...... Why not shoot the master? Why not rebel? ”

He came over and shouted, "Shut up! ”

He was not only the eldest brother they trusted, but also the centurion in the army, and the workshop worker said with a resigned mouth: "But ......"

He shook his head and sighed: "It's not terrible to be a slave, it's terrible to believe everything the master says." How many escaped slaves were there? So how many don't run away? When they are convinced that the master and slave are taken for granted, breaking their hands instead of executing them is of course kind-hearted, and if they still resent it, they don't know how to be grateful. ”

He has been in charge of the propaganda and agitation of the workshop workers, and has been taught by Chen Jian for more than a year, and suddenly understood why Chen Jian would give them the opportunity to become Chinese.

The man was still puzzled and asked, "But we also resisted, Ji Xia didn't say that we were bad people." ”

Looking at the woman who was struggling in the distance, I understood a lot in an instant, understood the meaning of the propaganda and agitation that Jian Chen had been telling them not to say those words that people couldn't understand, and understood that propaganda and agitation did not have to be staged and snarled to sing, but could be done at all times.

Once he thought that his path was different from Ji Xia's, and once he thought that those workshop workers betrayed him and betrayed his original idea.

But now he finally understands that he has actually gone too high, so high that no one can respond, so high that he has detached himself from man himself to pursue the ethereal so-called dream - the dream that there is no longer a slave in the world.

Whether it was Ji Xia's suggestion that all the tribes of the Great River were relatives, or whether the masters and slaves he believed in were not innate, they would not even understand what he was talking about when he said it in front of the vast majority of people.

"Perhaps, this is the lesson that Ji Xia wants to teach us people the most, right? Because he knew that there was a kind of people among the Dongyi tribes, they were the people of the Great River tribes, and they were also the slaves of Dongyi. But what we wanted to say, they didn't understand. Whether it's a relative Yidi, or a slave owner......"

"What I want to do may be different from what Ji Xia wants to do, but in fact, it is the same: let the language etiquette and customs of the Dahe tribes become the language and etiquette customs of others; Let the good and bad of Xia Cheng become the good and bad of everyone. ”

"At least until the day when Xia Cheng's good and bad change, we will stand with Xia Cheng and die the same."

After thinking for a long time, for the first time, he really stood in the perspective of the people of Xiacheng, and started what Jian Chen needed him to do the most, and said to those former workshop workers in a voice full of emotion and understanding: "Are you strange? Strange is right. ”

"Because we don't believe in what our masters want us to believe in good or bad, we become human beings."

"And now, only in Summer City, we are good people. In the rest of the cities, we are the grateful bad people who don't understand. That's why we're standing here with the spear now, and that's why we're standing with Xia Cheng and fighting for it. ”

Ji Bai in the distance listened to this voice, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this is the result he wants.

Before, this group of workshop workers only had the courage and discipline to reassure him to lead the black-clothed guards to attack the enemy, but now they have the heart to reassure him.

The woman beside her, who used to be from the Great River Clan, couldn't understand what those people were saying, but she was very happy, because it seemed that these people really wouldn't kill her.

In the distance, soldiers were hunting down the people of the village who were hiding, and the woman still didn't understand what the Great River tribes were, or what kind of village they were, but she suddenly understood.

Unable to say, unable to describe, or even vaguely unable to find a similar thing in all the words she would have. But after looking at the rest of the people who were tied up, and then at the dirty maple syrup in her child's mouth and the sweet words with a smile, she felt that she understood, understood what the great river in those people's mouths was.

"It's not a thing, you can't see it, you can't touch it, and I don't even know if it's a village or a city. But she ...... But it will keep me from being killed. ”

Looking at her own child, and remembering the words of her own mother that she had shouted from a long, long time ago, not to kill my child, the woman smiled, and seemed to think of a word that was very similar to that vague thing, a word she had learned first.

"She's actually my mother." (To be continued.) )