Thousands of refugees staggered with their old and helping their children. They left their hometowns where they lived for generations with grief and fled to the east. The skinny old man shivered in such cold weather, the unsightly young man was full of confusion, and the unknown baby cried loudly in the arms of the ragged woman because of hunger.

The entire fleeing team was full of panic and helplessness. They filled the entire road in a mess. In such a situation where they were unable to protect themselves, those who fell to the ground could only wail helplessly. The rebels led by Zhao Feng were complex, including bandits and bandits, as well as dynasties. Now, in order to win over his troops and let these soldiers go to war with him, they did not restrict military discipline. In order to collect military rations, he sent countless grain collection teams to go deep into the villages and towns to collect food.

The troops without military discipline are terrible, because nothing they do will be punished. In the process of collecting food and grass, the troops under Zhao Feng began to burn, kill and loot. Their swords were covered with the blood of the people. Wherever they passed, there was ruins, and people and animals were killed, leaving a dead silence.

Commander Zhao Feng did not stop the soldiers from doing what they did because he issued such a military order that 10% of all the seized must be handed over to him. The more the soldiers robbed, the more Zhao Feng got, and he became the behind-the-scenes promoter of burning, killing, looting.

The rebel soldiers who were no longer scruples were even more unscrupulous. The ugly side of human nature was revealed without any concealment. They massacred the people in broad daylight, raped and killed women, and burned villages and towns. Wherever they passed, there was thick smoke rolling and a mess.

The unarmed people faced fully armed and ferocious soldiers. They really were scholars who met soldiers. It was hard to explain. In order to survive under the butcher knife of the rebels, the people had to escape, leave their hometowns where they lived for generations, embarked on an unknown road of escape, and began to sleep in the open.

"The rebels killed all the people in the village next to us. It was so miserable. The whole village turned into a sea of ​​fire..."

"I escaped from our family alone, and all the family members died." The angry young man said in grief.

Thousands of people drove out the retreat passage along Mu Xue to evacuate to the rear. The strict military discipline of the Nanchuan Army is already well known. Looking at the black battle flag of the Nanchuan Army, the fleeing people seemed to have found a sad pouring mouth, telling the soldiers about their experiences.

Originally, the soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion held the Gran Heights and only completed the tasks assigned by their general Lin Chuan to buy time for Aokichuan's evacuation. Even though they knew that this was a mission to die, the soldiers were still a little resistant. After all, no one wanted to die just like this. However, when they heard the people full of tears telling their encounter, the mentality of the Pioneer Battalion soldiers was quietly changing. At this moment, their hearts were filled with anger at the rebels, and they wanted to fight with them immediately and chop them up.

"How many rebels are there?" Mu Xue tried to get some useful information from the fleeing crowd.

"Too many, they flooded our entire village."

"There are too many to count, more than ten."

"Along the entire road are those damn rebels. They have hideous faces and kill people without blinking. Young people, you are too few, run away quickly, it will be too late if you don't run away." An old man with white hair persuaded Mu Xue.

Mu Xue finally had no choice but to give up on inquiring about the enemy's situation from the refugees, because they started fleeing before the rebels arrived, and some people knew very well that they had never seen what the rebels looked like.

"General Mu Xue?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair among the refugees called Mu Xue.

"Are you?" Mu Xue looked at the middle-aged man in ragged clothes, covered in dirt, fluffy hair, and a strange smell. He was leaning on a wooden stick and searched hard in his mind, but there was no sign.

"General Muxue, I am Junke. We have seen him during the Battle of Sangganhe. At that time, I was a military discipline officer next to the commander." Seeing that it was Muxue and his face was dirt-filled, the middle-aged man was obviously excited and tried hard to sort out his clothes, making him look less embarrassed.

"This is my military card, look,: Seeing Mu Xue's frowning, Junke hurriedly took out an iron military card from his arms and handed it to Mu Xue. Mu Xue then realized that Junke's ragged clothes turned out to be a Nanchuan Army officer's uniform, but it was just that he couldn't tell because he was filled with mud.

"Hiss Junker, long time no see." Seeing Junker's military card, Mu Xue finally remembered such a person in his memory. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with Junker, stared at Junker's dress and asked in confusion: "Why did you become like this?"

Junke knew that he was in a very embarrassment now. After hearing Mu Xue's words, he looked a little embarrassed. He once followed the general Lin Nuoyan. Although he was not a celebrity, he was also in charge of the military discipline of the army at that time.

But later Junker offended Robben, the adjutant of Lin Nuoyan at that time. From then on, he was transferred from Lin Nuoyan to serve as a small flag battalion judge in the Fourth Corps. Later, he was transferred back and forth and became the military judge in the 53rd Banner Regiment of Austin in Luoshan Province.

Later, the 53rd Banner Regiment was killed for stealing supplies from Linchuan Army, the banner leader and chief of staff. The army judge Junke was appointed as the banner leader. He thought it would be time to operate, but he expected that Zhao Feng would rebel. Junke, who was loyal to the Nanchuan Army, naturally refused to obey and tried to resist.

However, Junke was in charge of the 53rd Banner Regiment for too short, and his resistance was quickly calmed down. Junke had to escape alone and prepare to report to the Nanchuan Army.

However, all the checkpoints along the way were controlled by the rebels in advance, and Junker almost died under the knife of these people. In order to hide his identity, he deliberately made himself like a beggar. He fled eastward with the refugees, trying to report the news of Zhao Feng's rebellion to the Nanchuan Army.

"General Mu Xue, Zhao Feng has rebelled, and the army is about to come here. Please inform General Lin as soon as possible." Junke said, "Don't care about his fatigue and took Mu Xue's hand.

"Our scout has received the news. General sent me to guard here. Brother Junke, don't worry." Mu Xue was immediately overjoyed when he learned that Junke came from the rebels. Now he knows little about the rebels. Junke's arrival solved a big problem for him.

When Junke heard that Lin Chuan had already learned about Zhao Feng's rebellion, he breathed a sigh of relief and reminded: "We met a cavalry unit ahead. I don't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. Please pay attention to the embankment.

"That's the cavalry led by General Murong Ke, don't worry."

"Brother Junke, since you are from the rebels, I believe you are very familiar with their military configuration. Can you tell me one or two?" Mu Xue asked Junke to sit down and ask.

"The honor is so great. If you don't tell me, I'm going to tell you too." Junke was very excited when he saw Nanchuan Army at this moment, as if he met his relatives.

"Zhao Feng killed General Nan Jiyun of the Third Legion and a group of senior officers through a banquet, and controlled the Third Legion. Now he has an army of 200,000, and is coming in full force..."
Chapter completed!