In April, Qinghe Province.

Thousands of refugee teams occupied the entire provincial highway, and the skinny refugees were struggling to move forward in the direction of Wang Jing.

On both sides of the road, dead bodies emitted foul smell, and wild wolves with green light in their eyes wandered in groups in the wilderness.

There were children in the cradle crying all the way because of hunger, but although the skinny mother tried her best, the hungry child still cried and his voice became hoarse.

"Take me away, don't leave me behind." On the side of the road, the ragged refugees fell to the ground and crawled forward with difficulty, but the numb pedestrians took a look and continued to move forward without any stop.

The dynasty had a severe drought for two consecutive years and had just passed a cold winter, and the refugees of the dynasty showed a geometric increase.

Refugees who had no food asked for help from the nobles from all over the country, and the shrewd nobles took the opportunity to buy land on a large scale, giving refugees only a small amount of food.

The food was quickly eaten up, and the civilians who lost their land had to take their families and beg along provincial roads. The land in the hands of the nobles became more and more, and the refugees who fled were growing like snowballs.

"Sir, the refugees blocked their way, what should we do?" Xiao Zhan, the Xingtu Army camp, asked Lin Chuan next to the provincial highway.

Thousands of refugees came west, forcing Lin Chuan to stop and camp and wait for them to make way, but the refugee team kept coming like endless rivers.

Around the Xingtu Army camp, a large number of refugees gathered. Their eyes were glowing green, staring at the military rations in the hands of Xingtu Army like hungry wild wolves.

If it weren't for the strength of Xing Tujun, these hungry refugees would have come to kill them.

Although Lin Chuan ordered to strengthen his vigilance, there were still some left alone Xingtu soldiers who were robbed of dry food and beaten to death.

"Have the scout returned?" Lin Chuan asked without answering Xiao Zhan's question.

Xiao Zhan shook his head, "Ye Bairen led the team in person and hasn't come back yet."

Just when Lin Chuan was worried that the refugees were blocking their way, Xia Ge strode in.

Xia Ge said with a serious expression: "Brother Lin, the commander's condition has deteriorated. If he doesn't find the clinic, he may..."

Lin Nuoyan was seriously injured, and with the bumpy road, he was now in a coma, and Lin Chuan was helpless about this.

Lin Chuan rubbed his forehead and ordered Xiao Zhan to say, "Xiao Zhan, you take people to the refugees to find them. I need a doctor who can cure the disease."

A moment later, outside the Xingtu military camp.

"Who is a doctor? Eat and drink to keep your fill!" Xiao Zhan shouted while standing on the provincial highway.

Xiao Zhan's voice was like thunder, and suddenly caused huge waves among the refugees, and countless refugees flocked to him.

The conditions for eating, drinking and filling are so tempting. It is a chance for refugees who are struggling on the brink of life and death. So when they heard this, they rushed over, regardless of whether they were doctors or not.

"Swish!" Sis looked solemn, pulled out the sword at his waist, led a team of 100 people, and stood in front of Xiao Zhan with murderous intent.

"Kill without mercy!" The Sith roared.

"Kill without mercy!" More than a hundred Xingtu soldiers yelled, and then they suppressed the refugees who were swarming in. Seeing Xueliang's sword, they woke up. The other party was not a good person.

"I'll say it again. The doctor came to the front, but it was not the doctor who retreated to the back!" Xiao Zhan, who was still in shock, opened his throat and shouted.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry." In the open space next to the road, a little girl with big watery eyes whispered to pull the corner of an old man's clothes.

The old man was gray-haired and wrinkled, exhausted on his face. After hearing the little girl's voice, he opened his muddy eyes and looked at the little girl with a kind smile.

His thin and withered hands unpacked the package. In addition to a few pieces of ragged clothes, there were also several parchment scrolls carefully wrapped.

Looking at the empty food box, the old man sighed helplessly, stroked the girl's head, and comforted in a low voice: "Ling'er, we have nothing to eat. When we arrive in the next town, grandpa will buy you roast chicken and you can hold on."

"Ling'er Listen to Grandpa" The little girl called Ling'er blinked her big, smart eyes and agreed, but her stomach was gushing, which made the old man feel distressed.

"Who can cure my adult family? We will take care of our food and drink!" Xiao Zhan's voice came from a distance.

The old man thought for a moment, but stood up with a cane. Although he comforted the little girl to go to the town to buy things, in fact he had no more than a copper coin.

"Ling'er, let's go, grandpa will take you to find food." The old man carried his package, pulled the little girl, and staggered towards the Xingtu military camp.

A moment later, the old man and the little girl were taken into the camp by Xiao Zhan.

Outside Lin Nuoyan's camp, Lin Chuan was upset at the moment and had more than a dozen people who called themselves "doctors" in succession, but they all came out in shame.

"Sir, I found another one." Xiao Zhan walked up to report.

Seeing the skinny old man, Lin Chuan showed suspicion and pointed at the little girl and said, "Old sir, think clearly. If you deceive us, the consequences will be hum."

"Sir, in normal times, even if you invite me, I, Yunxu, wouldn't have looked at you. If it weren't for my cool granddaughter, how could I come uninvited?" The old man was so excited by Lin Chuan, his face suddenly turned red and he said loudly.

"Ling'er, just stay here, grandpa will come." After the old man finished speaking, he lifted the tent and strode in.

Lin Chuan didn't expect the old man to be so honest and was stunned.

"Big brother, I'm hungry." The old man walked in. The little girl pulled Lin Chuan's neck of clothes, raised her little head, and looked at Lin Chuan with big watery eyes, showing a look of praying.

The little girl's clothes were dirty and covered with mud, but her smart eyes still softened Lin Chuan's heart.

"Sis, go find a few big cakes." Lin Chuan turned his head and ordered the Sith.

"Bring some hot water by the way," Lin Chuan added.

"No", the Sith left quickly.

Soon, Sith had already brought a bowl of hot wild wolf broth and walked over with a few big cakes.

"Thank you, Big Brother" the little girl took the big pie that was small by the Sith, tucked it into her mouth, and did not forget to thank the Sith.

The Sith was never serious, cold and ruthless. When the eyes that were always murderous intent heard the little girl's voice, they smiled, "Little girl, eat slowly, don't choke."

Lin Chuan showed a look of surprise on his face.

Perhaps feeling Lin Chuan's gaze, Sith said calmly while feeding the little girl broth, "If my sister is still alive, she will be as old as hers."

Lin Chuan was shocked, not expecting that Sith, who had always been ruthless, had a sister.

"Three years ago, she was killed by the Dynasty army, and she was only five years old at that time." Sith showed grief.

"Although I killed that whole group of dynasty soldiers! But my sister can never come back."
Chapter completed!