don't fight the general

Yan Jing really slept very peacefully that night, so that when he was suddenly awakened by the noise, he was still confused for a short time, thinking that he was still in a dream. He turned his eyes around the room and saw the simple It was only when I recalled where I was at the moment, and then realized that the yelling in my sleep was actually someone knocking hard on my door. Before he could react, the door had been kicked vigorously the next moment. Open, the guard who was supposed to be resting strode in, stepped forward and grabbed Yan Jing's arm: "Your Highness, hurry up and leave with your subordinates!"

These guards have been with Yan Jing for a long time, but this is the first time Yan Jing saw such a panic expression appearing on their faces. He was dragged out of the room involuntarily.

When the cool wind was blowing on her body, Yan Jing realized that everything outside was completely relieved, the peace and warmth before going to bed disappeared, crying and shouting came from all around, and the terrified villagers ran past the village, Even the poultry and livestock fled in all directions screaming.

Yan Jing was dragged all the way to the courtyard gate only to find that the sky was actually still dark. The sky light he thought was actually the light of a fire not far away, which was slowly spreading towards the village from the village entrance where they stopped the day before.

Yan Jing glanced at the fire, and the drowsiness finally dissipated completely, and he regained his thoughts, and then asked: "What happened? Is there a flood? Then why don't you go to fight the fire?"

"Your Highness, it's not as simple as walking through the water. It's our bad luck that we caught up with the people from Beiliang." The guard followed Yan Jing and looked towards the entrance of the village. I’m afraid I’ll catch up after a while.”

"People from Beiliang?" Yan Jing's face was a little ugly under the cover of the fire, and he still couldn't believe the situation in front of him, "Why did the people from Beiliang run so far?"

"Your Highness does not know that all areas to the west of Yunzhou are guarded by the Northwest Garrison, and it is difficult for the people of Beiliang to take advantage of them. But outside the area of ​​​​Yunzhou, they are no longer subject to the Northwest Garrison. Under military jurisdiction, for some reason, it is difficult for them to extend their hands that long. The people of Beiliang are well aware of this, and sometimes they will go around to invade the villages here, so today they have indeed run farther, let alone Thinking of being bumped into by us." The guard explained hastily, his expression still very solemn, "The situation is critical, Your Highness has a special status, we'd better leave here first and then make plans."

It was only at this time that Yan Jing came back to his senses, and suddenly shook off his hand, and suddenly looked back at the courtyard behind him: "What about the village chief? And the rest of his family, where are they now?"

"Xuanpinghou's people are more vigilant. Although this group of Beiliang people came suddenly, they were found when Fang entered the village. They stopped them at the entrance of the village and sent people to notify the villagers to evacuate as soon as possible. The elder family has already left, don't worry." The guard thought for a while and added, "It's just that although this village is not big, there are many old, weak, sick and disabled, and it has never encountered such a thing, and many of them panicked. Hands and feet. This subordinate saw that the Marquis of Xuan Ping did not have enough manpower, so he arranged for our people to help out on his own initiative. At this moment, there is only one subordinate left, and I hope His Highness will forgive me."

Yan Jing shook his head slightly, raised his eyes and looked around, panicked villagers passed by him one after another, old and young, pulling each other to help each other, everyone's face was full of panic and panic, and some Yiyi Looking back at his house and village with reluctance.

They have lived here for most of their lives. Although they are not rich, they are quiet and peaceful, and they also have the freedom that Yan Jing secretly envied in their hearts, but they never expected to suffer such a catastrophe overnight.

In fact, let alone them, how could Yan Jing expect that such a thing would happen to him one day.He raised his hand and wiped his face, trying to calm himself down, and subconsciously reached out to help the villagers who staggered past him, raised his eyes to look around, and then asked: "Xuan Pinghou now Where is the person?"

"Xuanping Hou saw that our people were looking after the village, so he took his people to the village entrance, probably to stop those Beiliang people and delay the time for the villagers to leave." The guard talked for a long time, but Yan Yan was still there. Jing had the intention of leaving, and was quite anxious, "It's just that there are at least 20 people in Beiliang's team, and Xuan Pinghou only brought six or seven people with him. I don't know how long they can last. Your Highness, let's leave first?"

"Six or seven people?"

Yan Jing repeated in a low voice. He turned around and looked behind him. He could see fleeing villagers everywhere. Driven by their survival instinct, each of them tried their best to flee towards the other direction of the village, but if they were from Beiliang Really rushed in and encountered them head-on, how many of these people in front of them could survive.

Seeing that Yan Jing was still hesitating, the guard grabbed Yan Jing's arm again, and without any explanation, he pulled him and ran out of the village with the villagers.Yan Jing was unprepared for a while, and staggered a few times. Before he could stand still, he was hit by a short figure. Yan Jing barely fell down with the help of the guards, and the little man who hit him was completely The person fell to the ground and was struggling to get up.

Yan Jing took a step forward and pulled him up, only to realize that this little man was Huzi, the grandson of the village chief. Huzi didn't even look at Yan Jing, and continued to rush forward without his hand. Fishing it back, he scolded in a low voice: "Don't kill you?"

Huzi struggled to break free from Yan Jing, but in vain, he simply curled his lips and began to cry: "Let me go, I'm going to find grandpa! Let me go!"

Yan Jing exchanged glances with the guard, seeing that Huzi was still crying, she simply reached out and patted his face lightly: "Where are you going to find grandpa, shouldn't he be with you? Where are your parents?"

"Grandpa is the head of the village, and he can't leave until everyone has left, so I went to Grandpa Li's house at the entrance of the village," Huzi choked, "But Grandpa Li's house was on fire...Dad, mother, I ran away with my parents, I'm going to find Grandpa."

Yan Jing couldn't help but turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the village. There was no wind tonight, so the fire didn't spread quickly.But from this point of view, that Grandpa Li's house should have almost burned down.

More importantly, the people from Beiliang were at the entrance of the village at the moment, so it was unknown whether Cui Wei and the others could hold on to what kind of scene there was.

In an instant, Yan Jing made a decision that he couldn't believe himself. He straightened up and stuffed the tiger into the arms of the guard: "You send him to his parents, and I will go to the entrance of the village to have a look."

"Your Highness," the guard was quite caught off guard holding the tiger, "it's you..."

"No need," Yan Jing interrupted him, "Crying too loudly, I'm afraid I can't help but throw him away halfway." Yan Jing raised his eyes and looked behind the guards. He is bold and careful, and he didn't forget to bring his sword with him when he fled.Yan Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, then stretched out his hand suddenly, and pulled out the sword directly. The blade of the sword glowed coldly in the night, "I'm just going to have a look, and if I can't find anyone, I will meet you."

The guard was still waiting to argue, Yan Jing chuckled suddenly, and glanced at him coldly: "Or do you also think that this king is a waste, just to die for nothing?"

"This subordinate has no such intention!"

"Go quickly if you don't." After Yan Jing finished speaking, without giving him a chance to argue, he turned his wrist, crossed the sword across his chest, and walked towards the fire.

The people in the village had almost escaped, so they felt more and more quiet as they walked forward, but soon another sound came to their ears, Yan Jing held his breath, and recognized that it was the sound of fighting, and followed him The sound of the footsteps moving forward became louder and louder.

Yan Jing passed through several houses one after another, and finally came to the burning house at the entrance of the village.Everything in front of her made Yan Jing unable to recall what it was like when she got off the carriage here the day before.He walked lightly, looking around while walking, but only saw the house on fire, various items scattered in the yard, and a few... dead bodies.

The sound of fighting was on the other side of the house, but Yan Jing's surroundings were eerily quiet, except for him, there was no one else to be seen.He took a deep breath, clenched the long sword in his hand, looked around, and finally walked slowly to the corpses.

Blood spread from the corpse to Yan Jing's feet, Yan Jing took a step forward, and the blood stained the shoes.He lowered his head for a glance, then slowly stretched out his hand, and turned over the corpses one by one, revealing their faces.

Not seeing a familiar face, Yan Jing felt relieved for a moment, but after that, he felt more heavy in his heart.Among the corpses in front of me were old people, children, men, and women, most of whom were wearing their underwear indiscriminately. They probably belonged to the owner of the house that was on fire. Wanted to escape, wanted to call for help, but in the end died tragically at the hands of Beiliang people.

Yan Jing took off the outer robe she had put on indiscriminately just now, bent down and gently covered the child, covering the still immature face and the panic in the eyes that were not closed.He clasped his hands in front of his chest, stared blankly at these corpses, and finally closed his eyes gently.

He originally thought that fighting and bloodshed should happen on the battlefield, but he didn't expect that someone would attack the unarmed people so cruelly. Facing the vicious gangsters, these people had no power to fight and could only wait to be killed.

The fighting in the house was still going on, and Yan Jing could clearly hear the sound of swords colliding, the neighing of horses, and the screams of people before they died.

He bent down and picked up the long sword that fell on the ground, turned around, and walked behind the fire.