C1523 sudden smoke (1/2)

”This is really a Feng Shui cycle!” Less than ten years of time have passed since then, when this group of violent people finally became the victims of the violence. Just like back then, what kind of massacres had they done to the Far East Survivor, they have today also been massacred by the Far East Survivor … ”

Sakamoto Ryoma looked at the fleeing Sha Russian Navy in the bay and could not help but sigh. He placed his hands together and closed his eyes as he chanted the mantra, ”Southern Wasteless Hidden King Bodhisattva”. ”No Amitabha to the south …”

Not far away, Ma Hui and Ding Si, who had just finished their mission of silencing, looked at the reciting Sakamoto Ryoma in astonishment. Ding Si could not help but ask in a low voice, ”Ah … Didn't they say that the Dragon Servant was a fake monk? It was the Prime Minister who sent him out to punish him … But why does it look like it's true today? ”

Ma Hui put his finger to his mouth and hissed, ”Shh...” Lower your voice. Can't you see that the lord is chanting? This was the tradition of Fu Sang for thousands of years. Monks could enter politics, and those who could enter politics could also go into society … ”Over there, only those who are truly qualified to become a member of a university would have the right to become a member. It's completely different from the ones we have here …”

”Gone, gone …” The battle in the bay has nothing to do with us. Wait! ”What is that …” Ma Hui raised his head and suddenly pointed to the west with his finger and asked in surprise.

Everyone followed his finger and saw a faint black smoke rising from the west. Ding Si looked at it and casually said, ”Where did the fire come from? ”There's even a need to look. There's no fire in war at all, this city is almost on fire …”

”That's not right!” No, no! That was not the fire of the battlefield. That distance was not the fire of the battlefield at all … Something went wrong in the west. It's smoke! ” Ma Hui was originally from Qing Dynasty. Although Green Battalion didn't have much combat power, he understood some of the Middle Age's rules of war during his daily training.

In the absence of telegraph communications, the main use of military communications was war horses, horns, flags, smoke beacons, and lights in the night. The ancient mode of communication, beacon fire, has never been withdrawn from the military arena.

Ma Qi could tell the distance between him and the smoke at a glance. He could tell that something wasn't right after calculating for a bit. This distance wasn't a battle zone at all.

”Walk, walk …” Forget about the captives, there must be something going on westward! ” Ma Huan led his group of soldiers and rushed out of the western city like a madman.

Ma Hui's guess was not wrong. Smoke was indeed rising in the west, and the one who lit the smoke was not just anyone else, but also the old ginseng head who had followed the Bravehearts from the beginning.

At two in the morning, old ginseng head's villa was already brightly lit. All sorts of comfort items that were packed the night before began to be tied up on Thomas' back. Dried venison, dried wild chicken meat, frozen deer meat, mutton... There are plenty of wild game outside the pass. As long as you can bear to catch them, you won't be able to catch all of them in the winter even if you don't fear suffering.

These were all rewards to the loyal troops. All the big lords of the houses in the Far East knew that the Russian was no longer around, that they had been squeezed inside the city during the winter. All the small fortresses outside were all pulled out by the loyal soldiers, and their heads were hung on the big trees on both sides of the road.

Even if he did not eat it, he would have to give it to the army as a reward. Not only was this a friendship between friends, it was more important for him to gain a deeper impression in front of the General Xiang. In the future, the benefits his own Manor would receive from the Far East would all depend on his current emotional investment.

The old ginseng head had finally taken out all of the assets they had at the Ginseng Manor. Wild game, grain, furs … Most importantly, there were also many medicinal herbs, especially the treasured ginseng. This thing was the best way to use hanging by a thread. A single sip of soup from a heavily injured person could allow them to persevere for one more day, and persevere for one more day.

old ginseng head was not the only one thinking this, all the villages in the East bank of the Wusuli River were already bustling with activity, the horses, dogs, and plows were all carrying the refined kerosene lamps of the Chinese race, forming streams of torrents in the pitch black night.