Chapter 299 Lost in the Garden

Pioneer Suo Chao, like a signal flare, followed by Xu Ning, Guan Sheng, Qin Ming, Lu Junyi, Song Jiang, Wu Yong, Gongsun Sheng... He is still alive, dead and has been a ghost, has been recruited and subdued by players, and has not been recruited and subdued by players... Liang Shan is a hero, except for Li Jun. Overseas, the rest, if you can make it, all of them will arrive.

When asked why, it is all a sentence: "The flag is summoning."

Suddenly, everyone found that the previous joke seemed to have come true: if there were one hundred and eighty Liangshan heroes, many of them had a big flag in their hands, it would be equivalent to ten more heroes in the sky.

Everyone was still surprised. Shi Ba suddenly said excuse me. Before long, he brought Yang Zhi and brought the generals of the Yang family together.

In the gossip and the universe bag, all the horses, eight times the swan, flew to the sky, avoided the eagle falcon in the golden sky, and flew all the way to the Yellow Dragon Palace in the Golden State. At present, a group of old and young people from the Northern Song Dynasty are gathered here. There are also many prisoners scattered all over the country, which can't be taken into account for the time being.

The first half of this operation is very simple. Because as long as there are eight people, they can take them all to the mission site. Only the second half is a little troublesome. Because it has become a task to take away the hostages here. The task can't be packed and taken away, so you can only keep it all the way.

Shiba parachuted from the high sky and came to the prison. This group of prisoners has not been allocated, but they have become the playthings of the garrison. Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses took turns to fight, and the hostages here had little time to breathe. From the air, you can see many women lying on sheepskin or mud land, motionless, closing their eyes, like a corpse, only tear marks on the corners of their eyes, red and swollen eye circles, ruthlessly betraying the ruthless fact that they are still alive in the world.

Strong soldiers, practicing in the open air, in full view of the public, like a beast and stallion, whipping the walking corpse under him, **. There was a ferocious smile on his face, white fog spewed out of his nose, a low roar in his mouth, and bursts of laughter and scolding from time to time.

Until these stallion were burned to ashes by oil, the scene just now flashed back in front of the players from time to time.

The captured women, half in sheep's fur, bare breasts, no matter how fierce the shouts around them are, how much blood splashed on their faces and chests, and how many corpses are poured on them. They are always motionless. They seem to have been completely numb to everything that happens in the outside world. Only a very small number of women sat up in a panic, climbed to the corner, shrank into a ball, and trembled.

From the outside, there came the angry shouts of the golden soldiers, the sound of scolding, the messy running, the sound of kicking the horseshoes, the sound of bows, the sound of arrows breaking the air, the sound of the sheath of the swords, the Yang family generals and Liangshan generals, together with the players, rushed out of the camp early as planned, and blocked the golden soldiers outside.

The soy sauce party had been fully scouted in this prisoner camp long before the forum was posted.

The sound of swords and swords, the sound of guns entering the flesh, the screams of death, the roar of horses, the sound of wind and fire, and all kinds of sounds continue to come in from outside the camp. Looking back outside the camp, there is an apricot yellow Tianxing Taoist flag, two red and white Yang Jialing public flags, and three big flags, floating high, particularly eye-catching in the fire.

In the camp, the humiliated women were called up one by one.

Seeing the appearance of the Eighth and other Han people and the dress of the south, the prisoners hesitated: "Are we dreaming?"

"No! This is true. We are here to save you! Come with us! We'll take you to a safe place!" Zheng Sanguan replied solemnly.

The woman talking for her head smiled: "Save us?" Is there anything else that can be saved here?"

Shi Eight and others were ashamed of themselves and could only say, "I'm sorry! We're late!"

A woman next to her pulled the woman who was talking, straightened the sheep's hair on her body, straightened the muddy hair on the temples, and gave a dignified look. Fang Fang Zheng gave a half-kneeling salute to the players present: "Thank you heroes, for risking your life to save her! I didn't expect us, Da Song, and you bloody men!"

The previous woman sneered again: "I really didn't expect it! Are there any men like you in the Song Dynasty? I thought the men in the Song Dynasty were all dead!

Since the man of the Song Dynasty is here! How can we spare this dirty body again and let our good men be ashamed of our humiliation? Sisters! Let's take care of ourselves! As long as our ashes can return to the land of our hometown! Even if we die, we can close our eyes!"

"Sister is right!" The women behind him answered in unison.

"Please, heroes, fulfill our wishes! After we die, we will burn our dirty bodies, take our bone meal, find a piece of land of the Song Dynasty, and bury it together. If a sister has a heart for her hometown and wants to bury it back to her hometown, then ask all the good men to take care of it and try to fulfill the last wish of us who are about to die!"

"Don't worry, girl! We promise to complete the task!" The three views are a solid tunnel.

"That's it! Please give me some more time, and let my sisters recover their old clothes!"

"Please!"

The woman gave a salute and entered the big account.

The shouts outside are getting more and more fierce. Shiba stood at the door of the camp, shook the gossip array and supported the outside action. The golden soldiers outside are constantly brushing and endless. But the camp on the Song Dynasty is also extremely luxurious. Liangshan 108 heroes, to eight out of ten, there are more than 20 or 30 men and women of the Yang family. So many bosses fight in a small place. As long as they are not physically weak and killed by the enemy's sea of tactics, there will be no big problems.

The problem now is that the task object is linger, procrastinating, using the gold-like time as dung and earth. Under the service of the great enemy, it can still be so calm and calm. This only means that they have indeed put life and death aside, and indeed been determined to death.

After killing for a while, the corpses of the golden soldiers outside have been piled up into a knee-high wall.

The women in the camp began to open the curtain and come out.

I saw that they were slightly powdered, and their pale faces, because of their inner joy, bloomed the last wisp of red in their lives. They were wearing patchworked old clothes, some of which did not fit well, but they had been as neat as possible. All women, every move, have everything wrong with etiquette. They take it out and can be used as a textbook for etiquette. They bathe, and their bodies fade their dirty breath. They are like fairies drinking dew in the dining style. They want to take advantage of the wind.

The players in the camp set up a high platform for them with firewood according to their instructions before entering the camp to dress up and take a bath. The women knelt down and bowed to the players in the camp, as well as the players and soldiers fighting outside the camp. Slowly walk up to the high platform of Chaihe. On the high platform, it is as flat as a stage. The women came to the stage one by one, and there were more than ten more. They stood below trembling and refused to go on stage.

The woman who spoke at the beginning saw it, sighed slightly and said, "Each person has his own ambition! If you want to live, then live! Heroes, these sisters, please!"

After the woman finished speaking, she bowed again and said, "The hero is grateful, and the concubines have nothing to repay. I would like to sing and dance and talk about it! In the afterlife, I will repay you with great kindness!"

After saying that, I will join the team.

"Ignite!" The three views are called.

Under the high platform of Chaihe, the oil tank smashed, splashed oil all over the ground, and a fireball was sent up, boom! Around the high platform, a circle of light flowers suddenly rose.

Inside the camp, there was a sound of wind and fire. Outside the camp, the sound of killing was still deafening.

The orphaned women of the subjugated country waved their dreamy sleeves, sang and danced softly, and performed the last gorgeous closing performance in their lives with the most beautiful dance posture. On the high platform of the red flame, there was a looming song:

It is the late autumn of the country, and the weather is beginning to be severe. Thousands of miles of rivers are like practice, and the green peaks are like clusters. The sail went to the remnants of the sun, with the west wind and the wine flag slanted. The clouds are light, the stars and herons rise, and it is difficult to draw pictures.

Looking back on the past, competing in prosperity, sighing at the top of the building outside the door, sadness and hatred continue. Thousands of years have been full of honor and disgrace. The past of the Six Dynasties followed the flow of water, but the cold smoke and grass were green. Up to now, the businesswoman still sings from time to time, and the posthumous song of the Lost Court.