Chapter 90 The Suffering of Leaving One’s Hometown

Liu Sanjiu told him that he was originally a resident of Tusu City. Eleven years ago, he fled to Wei City on the eve of Tusu City being captured. He finally settled down, but within a few years, he had to embark on the road of exile again.

The old man in the family was already 72 years old, which was a rare longevity in the Panlong Desert today. Hearing that the Baling Army had arrived again, Old Man Liu was determined not to leave this time. He held the pillar tightly and wanted to die with the city. Liu Sanjiu and his wife dragged him hard, but they had no way to deal with him. In the end, they had to bid farewell to their father in tears and retreated eastward with their children.

When Liu Sanjiu said this, his eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain on his face. He knew very well that Old Man Liu knew that he couldn't walk fast and didn't want to drag his son's family to escape.

Such a tragedy of life and death is just common in the current refugee team. Any family that comes out will have a lot of bitterness.

At this time, Liu Sanjiu's son was also tired and shouted for his father to hold him.

He was only ten years old and had been exhausted after walking on the plain in the rain for several hours.

Liu Sanjiu was already holding his daughter in his arms, and the little donkey was bent by the luggage. If the child went up, the donkey might collapse.

He Lingchuan couldn't bear it: "I'll help you..." He wanted to help someone hold the child, but then he changed his mind and took the big bag of luggage on the donkey's back in his hand, "... Carry these, you put the child on."

Too enthusiastic, just like a human trafficker. In this kind of refugee team, it is not uncommon for children to get lost or kidnapped.

The luggage he carried only contained bedding and clothes, which were large, took up space, and were not valuable, so Liu Sanjiu immediately cast a more grateful look at him.

It was really a blessing to meet good people while fleeing.

People often came from behind and ran past Liu Sanjiu's family. Escaping from war is actually similar to hiding from a tiger. As long as you can outrun your companions, your safety factor will increase greatly.

In this regard, civilians like Liu Sanjiu have no way to deal with it. The speed of traveling has reached the limit now.

There are often small groups of cavalry coming from the east and going against the team.

The figure of the Dafeng Army comforted everyone.

Liu Sanjiu pointed at them and said to his little daughter: "These uncles will protect us. As long as we go towards them, we will be safe!"

At this time, a cry came from the front.

He Lingchuan looked up and saw an old man in his sixties sitting on the ground in front of him. He swayed twice and fell down. His wife was sitting on the mule and hurried to get off the ground. The son wanted to help his father up, but the latter had fainted.

The son was in his early forties, pale and thin, and he was shaky. He wanted to carry his father on his back, but he fell to the ground after walking two steps, splashing mud and water.

The other refugees watched silently, then walked past them without looking back.

Everyone in this team was busy with their own affairs, so how could they squeeze out extra energy to do good?

Liu Sanjiu and his wife looked at each other, lowered their heads, and walked over with the donkey.

At this moment, three cavalrymen approached, and the leader stopped and asked, "What's going on?"

"General, my father can't walk anymore!" The man said with tears in his eyes, "Please be kind, please help me!"

He Lingchuan was surprised as soon as he looked up.

Thin eyebrows, long eyes, cold face, eh, isn't this an old acquaintance?

The one who attacked the Black Water City Army in Panlong Desert City, and the one who led the Black Dragon to escort them out of the desert, wasn't it this leader of the Dafeng Army?

It's just that he was a hero at that time, with only bravery, and couldn't speak, and didn't communicate with He Lingchuan at all; this time he is a living person, and this is the first time He Lingchuan heard him speak.

But He Lingchuan quickly lowered his head, because the leader's sharp eyes swept over him immediately.

Although there was no communication, He Lingchuan was impressed by this guy's habit of stabbing people with a long spear without saying a word.

Fortunately, at this time, the refugees also gathered around, wanting to see how the Dafeng Army would solve it.

The commander retracted his gaze and said in silence for a while: "Throw away the goods and help your father get on the mule."

The donkey carried the old woman and the belongings of the three people. The man's face turned pale when he heard it: "General, my mule is lame and can't carry two people. Can you spare a horse?"

The commander said: "Then throw away the wealth, help your father get on the mule, and you carry my mother."

The old woman stepped forward, grabbed the reins and cried: "My old man can't walk anymore, please have mercy! You don't need a horse, he is a life!"

Her sparse white hair was wet by the rain, and a bunch of strands stuck to her face, looking so pitiful.

The commander's eyes swept across her face, then looked at the unconscious old man on the ground, and the man with pleading eyes, and his Adam's apple moved.

Everyone could see that he hesitated.

The man immediately knelt down and kowtowed to him: "Please have mercy and lend me a horse!" He begged four or five times.

The commander let out a long breath.

Just when He Lingchuan thought he would compromise, the commander pointed to a small hill not far away and said, "There is a cave on the hill that can shelter from the rain. I can send someone to help your father go there to rest, and come back to pick him up tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

The man was stunned: "My father goes to the hill? That's a dead end, what if the enemy catches up!"

The old woman cried even louder, and he couldn't help but yelled, "Mom, stop crying!"

"You can only take a gamble, make a decision now!" The commander said coldly, "I will send someone to patrol tomorrow or the day after tomorrow when the enemy retreats."

He waited for a few breaths in place, and seeing that the man still couldn't make up his mind, he shook the reins and prepared to leave.

"Wait, wait!" The man gritted his teeth, "I've decided, I'll send my father up the hill, you come and help!"

The commander nodded slightly to his men, who immediately helped the old man onto the saddle. The woman suddenly said, "Take me away, I'll go with the old man!"

Her attitude was extremely firm, and the man stammered twice, but did not refute.

So the cavalry took the old couple and rode to the hill seventy steps away.

The commander continued to move forward without staying.

The man stood there and watched for a while, his face full of loneliness, and then led the mule forward.

Now, he is the only one left in the family of three.

Liu Sanjiu's wife whispered, "This man is so pitiful, and the leader is also hard-hearted. I thought that the Dafeng Army was very good to us civilians."

Liu Sanjiu said sullenly, "It's not good, who here doesn't want to help?"

If the commander helps the old couple, other civilians will definitely rush to him for help:

Why help them and not us? Who is not a refugee?

The mission of these soldiers is not to rescue but to provide cover and defend against the enemy. If they are dragged here and cannot go to the rear to provide support, they will bring trouble to their companions who are guarding the rear!

His wife was unhappy: "You are still talking to them!"

"Now, who can we talk to?" Liu Sanjiu smiled bitterly, "At least the Dafeng Army came to provide support, and we are not from Panlong City."