Under Qinglong Mountain, above the water marsh.

One ship after another, transporting the women, children and wounded soldiers from the village to the shore.

The thin and tall Lang Mutou was wearing a cloak, holding a long sword in his hand, and carrying a broken knife behind him, which was Qian Guaizi's weapon.

He rode on his horse and kept shouting at the people around him.

All the carriages near Qinglong Mountain were mobilized to protect the women, children and seriously injured people who were unable to fight.

Some farmers and civilians who were worried about the war were willing to go with the remaining soldiers from the right and wrong camps.

By this calculation, by noon, more than 3,000 people had gathered around Shuize, and when they set off, the number of people would be more.

"The boss."

After the incense stick, Lang Mutou rode his horse and walked into the temporary camp a few miles away. Qiu Buping and a group of non-city soldiers were having a meal.

After dinner, they will set off to Yishui.

Lang Mutou jumped off his horse and said to Qiu Buping:

"The injured brothers were sent down, and they were left in the village. After we left, we would burn the village. However, in addition to women and children, there were many people accompanying us.

I'm afraid this speed won't be faster."

"How long does it take to arrive in Jining?"

Qiu Buping asked without raising his head.

Lang Mutou estimated it and whispered:

"It takes at least three days."

"It's three days..."

Qiu Buping nodded, and he said:

"Let's set off in the afternoon. When we arrive in Yishui and fight with the Northern Dynasties dog thieves in the last battle, you should also arrive in Jining.

The Heluo Gang was there to respond.”

After eating the steamed buns, the leader raised his head and glanced at Lang Mutou's expression. He said:

"Mu Tou, I know you have any resistance to the incorporation into the Heluo Gang, so I don't force it.

My Lord Lei and I have made an agreement that he will not force you to wait, but if there are brothers who want a stable life, you and other leaders cannot force them, do you know?"

"Um."

Lang Mutou held the hilt of the sword, and he said to Qiu Buping:

"We do not know much about the Heluo Gang, but if the boss wants me to make a living in the Heluo Gang in the future, then we will join.

However, the boss only brought less than 2,000 people to Yishui to block 20,000 elite cavalry in the Northern Dynasties, which was really too few.

I discussed with the leaders that we can even produce a thousand people over, and everyone is willing to follow the boss to fight to kill the enemy. It is better to..."

"unnecessary."

Qiu Buping stood up, looked back at the temporary camp, and he said to Lang Mutou:

"It's enough to have these brothers with me, so you can protect the rest of the village."

The village leader stretched out his hand and patted Lang Mutou on his shoulders. He said:

"Mu Tou, my brothers for many years, now there are only you and me. When we go to Central Plains, we must live a good life. If we are destined to be in the future.

Then see you again in the world.”

Lang Mutou's eyes were red, and he picked up his fists and bowed to Qiu Buping to say goodbye.

He said:

"Brother is here to wish you a victory. My brothers are all waiting for you in Central Plains!

I am a non-city person in my life, and I am willing to follow my elder brother even if I die!”

"good!"

Qiu Buping nodded, Xiao Tie brought him a horse, the village leader turned over the horse, and the others in the camp also got on the horse.

Soon, this lonely army left Qinglong Mountain and headed towards Yishui.

Thousands of people walked together, and the smoke and dust were rolled up in the sky.

My heart is like cold iron, and I also have the ambition to urge the city.

In the empty camp, Lang Mutou rode on a horse, watching the boss disappear from the end of his vision.

He felt inexplicably sad and seemed to have a premonition. Maybe he would not be able to see his elder brother again in the long life.

Thinking of this, Lang Mutou had an impulse.

I had to give up everything behind me and follow the boss to Yishui to kill the enemy, but the war horses took a few steps but were strangled to the reins.

In life, you will never be free.

Behind him, another lonely army was waiting for him to command.

He wanted to take the thousands of people through Qilu and find a home for rest and recuperation for them. This way, it was not easier than the battle of the boss.

The cunning Southern Dynasty army and the "Green Forest Friends" who were eyeing them would not allow them to evacuate safely.

"Brother!"

Lang Mutou rode on the horse and roared hard at the smoke and dust in the distance:

"Goodbye in the world!"

After shouting, the big boss turned his horse's head and galloped in the opposite direction.

He looked at Qinglong Mountain, and on the hillside, there was already a fire igniting, like a torch that shone brightly, illuminating the way forward for parting.

The best in the world is the non-city...

It ended up scattering after all.

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From Qinglong Mountain to Yishui, it is closer than to Yishui, and the distance is about 200 miles.

If you gallop on a horse, you can arrive in one day and one night.

The speed of more than 1,600 people traveled with him was slower. Although everyone was compatible with the horse, they arrived near Yishui in the afternoon of the next day.

The news was also sent back to Tanma, who was arranged in advance in this place.

The Northern Dynasties had two thousand elite cavalry vanguards, less than thirty miles away from Yishui, while the headquarters of the Northern Dynasties was about a hundred miles north of Yishui.

Last night to tomorrow morning is the time when the war begins.

Since Qiu Buping established a village, he has experienced hundreds of battles of all sizes. He also knows the terrain of Qilu, so he chose to be a battlefield more than ten miles north of Yishui.

This is exactly where the two hills border, like a wide canyon, with a length of more than ten miles in front and back, and a gentle ground.

It is suitable for cavalry to charge, but the width of the battlefield can only allow a hundred people to travel with you.

Unless the Northern Dynasties divided their troops around the hill, their numerical advantage would be minimized.

However, this canyon has almost no danger to defend. Once surrounded by the Northern Dynasties, the convenience of being a non-city person will collapse as soon as it is rushed.

This is a very risky tactic.

"Brothers from the village!"

On the battlefield of this canyon, Qiu Buping rode on the horse, and the birds were placed in the aristocrats. He pulled the reins of the horse, and his true luck and true energy echoed in the canyon.

"When you come with me, you will know that we are fighting to the death here to delay enough time for the comrades in the rear.

Two thousand vanguards of the Northern Dynasties were ten miles away, and we were going to meet the enemy here!"

"Brothers!"

Qiu Buping's voice was colder, he said:

"I have been in the French village, across Qi and Lu for fourteen years, and have had disputes with the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Have we ever lost?"

"No!"

Those who were willing to come alone with Qiu Buping were already determined to die and were the real dead soldiers who rushed to the front. At this time, when he heard the boss' question, he shouted loudly with great energy.

Some elderly bandits were shouting something invincible.

"This time, you are less than 2,000 people waiting for me and fight with 20,000 dog thieves in the Northern Dynasty. Are you afraid?"

Qiu Buping asked another question.

"Not afraid!"

"I'm afraid of a bird."

The dead soldiers answered one after another, and some people waving their weapons and laughing heroically.

It seems that as long as there is a grudge, they will dare to face any enemy.
To be continued...