Han’s Son is Not a Slave: Chapter 583 lie in ambush

On the Yumeng Mountain behind Songjiawolou, a sheep intestine trail looms in the forest. Just an hour ago, this sheep intestines trail witnessed a young general of the Ming army with a long spear carrying a thousand heads of the Qing army down the mountain.

This place in Liuzhou, like Wuzhou and Guilin, is an important town in Guangxi. During the Taiping season, Songjiawolou, which is less than 20 miles away from Liuzhou City, is undoubtedly a good place for people to live and work in peace and contentment. This place is not far from Liuzhou City, and it is very convenient for the villagers to enter the city to do some small business. But in this troubled world, the closer you are to the so-called important town, the more unlucky the people will be. When the Qing army slaughtered Liuzhou City last year, even the nearby villages were harmed, and Songjiawolou was no exception. Now there are no people in this village, but there are people living on Yumeng Mountain behind the village.

There were several families living on Yumeng Mountain. They either hunted or collected herbs for a living. Because they lived on the mountain and there was not much oil and water, the Qing army would naturally not bother going up the mountain to trouble them. During the Taiping season, the poor mountains and remote areas are disgusting and disgusting, and no one wants to stay here for a while. But in the chaotic world, this poor mountain is a beautiful place like a paradise, and many people want to come but can't come.

An hour ago, these people who lived on Yumeng Mountain heard the sound of thunder from the foot of the mountain, and then saw thick smoke rising from the direction of Songjiawolou below the mountain. After the sound from the bottom of the mountain disappeared, a mountain surnamed Lei asked two companions to go down the mountain to pick them up. The so-called pick and drop is to see if there is anything valuable left in the place where the battle just happened, even if there is no valuable thing, if you can pick up one or two weapons. There was an old hunter on the mountain who knew how to strike iron, and the knives, axes, etc. he picked up could be turned into molten iron and re-forged into tools that could be used on the mountain. If you are lucky, you might be able to pick up some gold and silver treasures thrown by the soldiers.

The mountain people surnamed Lei and two companions touched down the sheep intestines path they used to walk all the year round. On the way, they saw more than a dozen corpses. All of these corpses had their heads cut off. The three mountain people surnamed Lei lived in the mountains all year round, and they often hunted. They were not too unfamiliar with blood or anything, so they were a little scared when they suddenly saw the headless body of a person, but they were not too frightened. They knew that this must be the soldier on the side of the battle just now asking the other side to cut off the head. Living on the mountain does not mean that they are isolated from the world. At least, they know that the army must cut off the head and take credit for war.

It's definitely not good for the corpse to be placed on the mountain like this. First, it is easy to rot and produce maggots. Second, it is taboo to let those beasts eat it. The people on the mountain want to eat meat, except for the chickens raised at home, most of them rely on hunting for a living. It would be disgusting to think about if a beast that ate human flesh was hunted and killed in a daze, and if this beast ate human flesh, it would become ferocious and would pose a threat to people on the mountain, making it difficult to deal with , so these corpses must not be left here like this. But because they were worried about picking up the corpse, the mountain people surnamed Lei and their companions did not stop to bury the corpse. Compared with picking up and falling, there is no rush to bury the corpses. Anyway, the heads are gone, and I am not afraid that these corpses will get up and run.

This sheep intestines trail, the mountain people surnamed Lei, and their companions are really familiar with each other. They can no longer be familiar with each other. Even if they close their eyes, they can feel it. So they went down the mountain very fast, but when there was still a long distance from the foot of the mountain, the mountain people surnamed Lei found that the nearby woods seemed a little wrong. What was wrong, he couldn't remember for a while. The two companions also stopped. People who live on the mountain all year round are alert to danger.

Just when the mountain man surnamed Lei wanted to look around to see what was wrong, he suddenly felt that something was holding his back against him, and then he saw someone protruding from all around.

"Who are you Qing army spies?"

It was a sentinel of the C brigade who asked the question. Brigade C was established entirely in accordance with the military system of the Qi family, so the titles of officers in the brigade were different from those of the Taiping Army. This sentinel is equivalent to a team leader in the Taiping Army.

Several soldiers of the Qi family armed with fire guns held the guns against the mountain people surnamed Lei and his two companions. These soldiers of the Qi family were all covered in camouflage made of leaves and grass, and the hats on their heads were also made of leaves and grass. Braided rings. Lying on the ground like this, it is difficult to find them without looking closely.

The two companions of the mountain people surnamed Lei were terrified by the soldiers who suddenly appeared and could not say a word. Anyway, the mountain people surnamed Lei was calmer, shaking his head in a hurry, and even said that he was a herbalist on the mountain, not a spy of the Qing army.

The sentry of the Qi Family Army walked in front of the mountain people surnamed Lei, looked at him carefully, took his hand and looked at it carefully, and then ordered his men to take the three people to the side for custody, and let them go after the war was over. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ If the Ming army didn't kill them, it was the wicked virtue of their ancestors. The mountain folks surnamed Lei and their companions dared to resist. They followed these Ming army soldiers honestly to the place where they were detained under a tree with a crooked neck.

When they came all the way, they finally knew why the forest was wrong, because it was not the Ming army that was hiding on the mountain, but a lot of people. Everyone was covered in camouflage made of grass and leaves, and there were probably no less than a thousand people. With so many people hiding in the forest, they are all covered in disguise, this forest is naturally different from before.

The camouflaged Ming soldiers hid in the mountains and forests, drinking water from their skins and nibbling on the dry food in their hands. The mountains and forests are very large, and there are many Ming troops, but there is not the slightest noise, not even the sound of hiccups.

Quiet, it was too quiet, and the quietness shocked the mountain people surnamed Lei.

Because the Ming army only detained them, and did not intend to kill them, the soldiers who detained them also said that they would be released after the war was over, and they were not cruel to them, so the three quickly calmed down. After a while, a young mountaineer surnamed Zhang couldn't help but curiously asked the mountaineer surnamed Lei, "Lei Er, what are these Ming troops hiding here?"

Lei Er rolled his eyes at him and said, "You can't tell that it's an ambush of course."

"Fighting an ambush to fight the Qing army's ambush, now we have a good show to watch, I'm so old, I haven't seen a war yet."

The young mountain people surnamed Zhang were full of excitement, not at all afraid of the imminent war here, but very much looking forward to it.

Lei Er and another companion were speechless when they saw each other. They were not in such a good mood as the mountain people surnamed Zhang. Young people are ignorant. There is life to live to be continued.

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