All the surrendered refugees were taken away by the soldiers of Zehui City. They were too lazy to ask about their ending.

In order not to attract attention, he even asked the security chief to conceal their identities and did not let the soldiers know the truth.

Sitting in a small yard of the farm, there was a bonfire on the ground. On the roasting brazing, a skinned lamb was roasted golden and tender. Yellow sesame oil occasionally dripped from the sheep, and the flames were immediately attracted by butter.

The fragrance was everywhere, and many people watching were swallowing, and the children even looked straight.

There were only four people sitting next to the fire, including the farm chief, Baru, Yang Zheng and Xiuluo.

A middle-aged woman helped the four people pour turbid yellow ale. The boy took it and swallowed it in one gulp, frowned. He looked at the black-haired man beside him and saw that he had also drank the glass of wine, but there was no uncomfortable expression on his face. Instead, he pursed his lips slightly, as if he was tasting the intense heat of the wine.

Seeing this, the young man could only swallow the mouth of turbid wine into his stomach.

When the woman was still going to pour him wine, the boy shook his head vigorously.

He was originally slandering wine, but he didn't expect that the wine here was turbid and fishy, ​​and it was not as dry as the strong wine, so it was hard to drink.

The custodian sitting opposite him apologized: "I'm so sorry for this little brother. The wine we usually drink is made of rough grain bran horns, and the taste is a bit bad. If it weren't for the city being closed, I could have someone go to the city to get some good wine."

"In this chaotic world, it's hard to drink water, so there's no right to be picky." Yang Zheng said, and drank another bowl of turbid wine.

Baru grabbed the wine jar from the young lady and smiled and said, "Sir, since you don't dislike me, please don't be polite."

"The meat seems to be cooked." Yang Zheng put down the wine bowl, took out a dagger and slashed it on the roasted lamb, cut out a large piece of jerky, and handed it to the boy: "Try it."

Xiuluo took it and started chewing it.

He was very silent, but he could still see the taste of the meat from his face.

Yang Zheng cut off a few pieces of meat from the sheep and distributed it to the chief guard and Baru. After tasting it, they cheered, the mutton was fragrant and soft and melted in the mouth.

"You have helped us a lot today. I don't know what to call two distinguished guests." After eating a few pieces of meat and a bowl of wine, the atmosphere gradually became familiar. The chief also asked questions in time.

He raised his head and smiled and said, "My name is Yang Zheng, he is Xiuluo, and his nephew."

"I'll say something presumptuously. In this world, Mr. Yang is a person with great ability, and he can do something wherever he is... Well, I mean, this kind of wandering life is really worthy of Mr. Yang." Although the security chief asked this, he was still a little vigilant on the surface. The experience of being a soldier gave him a different experience. The young Xiu Luo always had a faint smell of blood. Only those who had been born and died many times would have this smell.

Although Yang Zheng looked very polite and his voice was calm and gentle, somehow, the security chief felt that he could not see through.

An indescribable intuition tells the security chief that this person is actually more dangerous than that young man.

When Yang Zheng heard Kamon's inquiry, he replied: "We are not Angles. We have always yearned for the life of a wanderer, so we went out to see the outside world. Unexpectedly, the Black Death would break out during the trip. When we returned to our hometown, we had no relatives, so we could only wander around."

The chief security officer interjected: "Mr. Yang, except for the three major priests and the Holy Fire City, only our Yelang Kingdom is still peaceful. There is no Black Death disease. It is too risky to still wander outside now. You are all rich people and have strong abilities. It is still easy to find a place to attach them."

"I'm just thinking that, but I'm having no way. Please give me some advice."

The security chief hurriedly said: "It's not a question of guidance, but I'm still familiar with this land."

Yang Zheng asked about the current situation of Yelang Country, but the Chief Secretary knew everything.

That night, Yang Zheng and Xiuluo rested in the farm.

The next day, the two of them put food and water on the farm and put them on the horses and prepared to go on the road. Before leaving, Yang Zheng left three purple diamonds.

Bypassing a mountain near Zehuicheng, there is a vast plain in front of it. I can't walk for long, a big river flows through the plain. This is the largest river that runs through Yelang Kingdom and has branches all over Yelang Kingdom. In previous years, this big river was busy in the river. Boats traveling and on the river were busy transporting various commodities for sale, but at this time, the river seemed deserted.

Countless countries and lands in the Northern Continent collapsed, causing countless economic systems to collapse, and the entire civilization retreated for hundreds of years.

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Every few days, military ships will carry soldiers by, and the river is actually seen using ships.

Yang Zheng and Xiuluo rushed from afar and stopped by the river.

The two walked into the river to wash and get tired, and then took out the dry food from the horse bag and chewed it.

The river flows gently and orderly on the plain, and the water flows are not fast. On the wide river surface, a little sand gull flies down. On the river surface, it splashes with stars and water. When the sand gulls fly into the air again, there will be a small flapping fish in its claws or mouth.

The breeze is gentle, and it is the envoy of early summer, and the weather is very cool.

No one knows that the biggest disaster in human history is taking place on the earth with such a peaceful and beautiful scenery.

Yang Zheng leaned his eyes at the scenery on the river, silently silent.

When Xiuluo saw his expression, he turned his eyes to the river. At first, he was very interesting, but he was not yet an adult. He was much worse than Yang Zheng in terms of mental cultivation. After half an hour, he turned his head back impatiently and thought to himself that there was something good about it. But he didn't dare to disturb Yang Zheng.

After practicing in recent years, Yang Zheng has the greatest expectations of him and the most severe.

Even with Meng Zhe's tenacity, he was often almost collapsed by Yang Zheng's cruel training. So although Yang Zheng is so kind now, Xiu Luo knew best that the general just didn't care about anything. When he reached his level, he was out of sight and would not get angry easily. He traveled around in the past few months, coordinated the power of Taoyuan in the Northern Continent, organized the Jinpalan Association, and Xiu Luo learned a lot with Yang Zheng.

As a result, he admires Yang Zheng's style and skills in dealing with things. Now Yang Zheng is already a heavy blade without a sharp edge, but can destroy any sharp blade. Heavy sword without a sharp edge, and a great trick is not crafty. Just like when he met refugees, Yang Zheng didn't have to make things difficult for them. It seems to be a bit honest and deceptive. In fact, it is just a higher level of contempt. No, it should be called ignorance.

It was an elephant's attitude towards ants. The arrogance of ants was just a farce in the eyes of elephants.

So he wouldn't be angry. Xiuluo knew very well that if he really angered the general, it would definitely be more terrifying than a nightmare.

Just as his eyes were circling around, a sound came from the bend of the river.

"General, what is that?"

Hearing Xiuluo's whisper, Yang Zheng withdrew his look and turned to the river bay. His eyes flashed and he pulled Xiuluo up: "Back back.

After the two quickly moved to a bush forest, the two horses also shrank very obediently.

His eyes fell directly on the river channel, and soon, the sound of the river bay became louder and louder. After a moment, a wooden boat appeared on the river channel and was slowly moving from south to north.

Yang Zheng had a sharp eye. Even if it was very far apart, he could see the approximate size of the ship. There were many guards walking back and forth on the ship, looking very nervous. Although the ship was not big, it was very strong. Both ends of the front and back were actually wrapped in iron. This kind of iron-armored ship was produced by Taoyuan Shipyard and was already considered a good ship in inland ships, and it was even rare in a small country like Yelang.

Judging from the situation, deliberately pretending to be simple and low-key, Yang Zheng speculated that there might be something important or person on the ship.

The boat walked along the way and gradually turned into a small dot on the plain, and disappeared after turning a corner.

Only then did Yang Zheng and Xiuluo emerge from the bushes.

"General, what kind of ship is that? It looks a bit weird." Although Xiuluo is not as experienced as Yang Zheng, he has good eyesight. In addition, Yang Zheng is good at teaching on weekdays, so he is very good at thinking about problems.

Yang Zhengluo thought for a while and said, "It doesn't look like an ordinary ship. To the north is the capital of Yelang Kingdom. Maybe it may not be necessary for a big man to secretly return to the city, or he secretly sent something."

Xiu Luo nodded as if he had met, and asked again: "Uncle, what should we do next?"
Chapter completed!