Chapter 89 The Fleeing Team

Live old and have connections, so you can associate with many noble families; at your age, it is impossible to go out to listen to opera, most of the time you invite the opera troupe to your home and set up a stage to perform. It would be boring for the old lady to enjoy it alone, it would be lively if she invited three, five... ten women from all families to come; the same is true for garden parties. This old woman who is rich and free lives for socializing, and she is tired of seeing the faces of the people at home.

So, whenever she receives fresh and interesting gossip, how can she bear not to share it with other old sisters?

He Lingchuan shook his head. Dad sent a lot of people to the capital, so it would not be just Old Lady He who spread the news. The second brother's inference was correct. Dad was trying his best to promote rumors in the streets so that Wang Ting would not have a chance to deny the He family's contribution.

On his way to dinner, two lightning bolts suddenly rolled across the sky.

It had been sunny for only two days, and the dull thunder returned with heavy rain.

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The heavy rain made it almost impossible to open one's eyes, and He Lingchuan wiped the water off his face. In just a dozen breaths, even his underwear and socks were soaked, sticking to his body and making him uncomfortable.

He went to the thatched house after dinner, but when he came out, the scene was completely different.

It was dark all around, and the He family's Qisifeng Lantern had no shadow, and only the occasional lightning in the sky could provide light.

Although it was dark and hard to see clearly, He Lingchuan was very sure that this was not the He Mansion, because the dense weeds in front of him were as tall as a person. If the gardener of the He Mansion dared to be so lazy, he would have been driven out by Madam Ying.

There was mud, sand, water, and grass roots on the ground. He walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. There was no road ahead, so he could only push the grass forward.

He Lingchuan glanced back and found that there was a huge rock behind him. There were not even a few calamus growing on the steep and complete basalt.

There was no road behind, so he could only move forward.

The young man groped forward, walked out more than ten feet, and suddenly his feet were empty!

He had been concentrating all the time, and he only put his center of gravity when he stepped firmly. At this time, his left foot suddenly stepped on the air, but he was not panicked. He just leaned back and retreated.

After pushing aside the grass, He Lingchuan realized that this was a dead end.

There was a cliff under his feet, and the height difference from the ground was 70 to 80 meters.

If he stepped on the air and rolled down, he might not lose his life, but at least he would fall half to death.

He Lingchuan sighed and wiped off the grass seeds and rain on his face. How did he appear in the wilderness? With the experience of the last time, he was not too surprised.

Whenever there is such an inexplicable scene switching and the memory is not coherent, it is probably the broken knife that is playing tricks again.

But when this guy dragged him into the dream, couldn't he hand him a knife? Even if he could only cut the grass to open the way.

Now, where should he go?

Two consecutive blue and white lightning flashes in the sky illuminated the universe and He Lingchuan's vision.

Only then did he realize that there was a large plain below the cliff, with only a few small hills occasionally. From where he stood, he could already see all the mountains.

Most importantly, there were people on the plain!

This was a long team, almost passing under the low cliff where He Lingchuan was, less than 15 meters away from him. From his angle, he could not see the end of the team.

It was not an army.

There were men and women in the team, and judging from their clothes, most of them were civilians. The rich could ride in carriages and horses, while ordinary people could only walk forward in the wind and rain, supporting each other.

Most people carried things on their shoulders and in their hands, and the backs of cows and donkeys were also full of household items. Dogs ran around under the feet of the crowd. He Lingchuan also saw a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, holding her mother's hand tightly while hugging the kitten in her arms.

Washed by the rain, her little face was pale, making her eyes big and round, filled with confusion and helplessness.

Is this a fleeing team?

There were often cavalrymen raiding the formation, just like there were always soldier ants busy around the advancing ant colony.

He Lingchuan was very familiar with the light armor of these cavalrymen, and knew at first glance that they were the Dafeng Army.

This time, the Dafeng Army appeared very early.

He Lingchuan thought for more than ten breaths and decided to blend into this team. Otherwise, where else could he go in the wilderness?

If he followed the Dafeng Army, the team would at least have a goal, right?

The most important thing was that he had seen a cavalryman hand over his horse to his companion, run to the edge of the cliff, and start climbing up with his hands and feet.

It was so dark and the grass was so long that He Lingchuan felt that it was unlikely to be discovered, so there was only one reason for this cavalryman to climb the mountain in the rain:

He was a scout, and it was his job to climb to the highest point to scout and look out for the team.

This also indirectly showed that there were pursuers behind the team.

He Lingchuan didn't think about it anymore, and quietly went down the mountain from the other side, clinging to the hard rocks.

The heavy rain could cover most of the movement, and everyone had to look down at the road in the dark night. Besides, there were many people in the team who quietly went out to the back of the hill to solve the problem of the five grains cycle, and then they had to come back, so he easily mixed into the team without encountering any trouble.

Who knows who in the fleeing team?

Even the cavalry of the Gale Army who passed by from time to time ignored him.

Last time he was discovered as soon as he entered the scene, because he was alone in a foreign land, and the locals could see through him at a glance; now he is hiding in the ocean of people, and he is as humble as the civilians, so how can the cavalry have time to give him an extra look?

In this way, He Lingchuan followed the team quietly for more than an hour, and helped people move things in the middle, and received a few words of thanks, taking this opportunity to ask questions in a roundabout way.

The rain on the plain never stops, and at this time, if you open your mouth, the cold rain will flow into your mouth. But in view of his help, this family still explained that they lived next to the wine shop in Weicheng Town.

The male owner's surname is Liu. His daily job is to brew wine in the workshop. Because he is the third among his peers in the clan, others simply call him Liu Sanjiu. He fled with his wife and two children. Because the attack of the Baling Army this time was particularly fierce, Weicheng could not be defended, so everyone had to pack up and flee overnight, and many valuables were not packed in time.

Fortunately, after only a few hours, the Dafeng Army came to support them, and everyone felt relieved.

So, where are we going?

Liu Sanjiu said that if we can go east to Shadan Pass, it will be safe, which is the territory of Panlong City.

How far is it?

On this plain without any coordinates, no one knows.

After following the team for so long, He Lingchuan felt a little heavy, because he knew that this scene might have happened in history.

Although the Panlong Wasteland is called a wasteland, it is much richer than the later desert and can support many cities. He remembered that Weicheng seemed to be a few hundred miles west of Panlongcheng, with well-trained soldiers and sufficient food, and had also held out for nearly twenty years under the enemy's attack.

What he saw today was probably the scene before Weicheng was captured, which could be regarded as witnessing history.

The most pitiful thing was that some civilians were not leaving their homes for the first time.