A.D.

541 years.

June 13.

It was noon.

The scorching sun is in the sky.

Ordinary clothes cannot withstand the invasion of sweat.

A team of people and horses.

Walking slowly on the ancient post road.

They made meals at 4 o'clock this morning.

It was just dawn.

Just leave Boguan Temple where you stayed.

The road under your feet.

It is said to be a post road.

In fact, it is already a rebirth of the weeds!

It must be carefully identified.

Fang can't tell what was a broken roadbed built in unknown years.

The original post road.

Very few maintenance are provided.

And this year's chariots are constantly crushed and pedaled.

The roadbed has been completely destroyed.

This team walking on the post road.

There are only more than 30 people in total.

But it takes a long distance.

The one who was riding a horse in front was a majestic man.

he.

Wearing a crown.

Beautiful face.

He is burly.

There was a pair of thick and beautiful long beard on his face.

The weather is stuffy.

But he was still wearing a military uniform with gold and black silk edges.

Holding the border in the left hand.

Holding a spear in his right hand.

His eyes fixedly looked ahead.

Following closely behind is a short guard.

Holding a big green and red flag.

The above big word {Yang}.

He signaled to passers-by that the master of this team was Yang Zhong, a famous general of the Western Wei Dynasty.

Now.

Several tough personal soldiers surrounded them.

Afterwards.

It is a carriage with a tent pulled by two horses.

After that.

They are respectively made by camels.

Mule.

The four cars pulled were loaded with food.

cooking utensils.

tent.

A baggage vehicle for miscellaneous things.

On both sides of the vehicle.

And behind the car.

They were guarded by 20 cavalrymen along the way.

The weather is hot.

The road conditions are too bad.

The carriages and horses can only move forward in a bumpy manner.

Looking around.

There are few farmer farmer farming on both sides of the post road due to wars in recent years.

Because it's midsummer.

rainwater.

Sunlight.

Make the fields grow abundantly.

The weeds in each row grew wildly.

It shows a scene that is both desolate and abundant.

Riding on a horse.

Yang Zhong, who was sweating profusely by the scorching sun, built a pergola with his hands.

I saw a thousand-year-old locust tree with green shade on the roadside in the distance.

then.

He tightly clamped his horse's body.

horse.

He immediately rushed forward like an arrow.

I only saw it clearly before I got closer.

There is a food table under the big locust tree.

Several old people were sitting around the table.

Take a few more steps.

The old men fled along the slope like rushing.

Yang Zhong looked at the backs of the old men running away.

There is a gurgling stream along the road.

There is an old and crooked wooden strip on the stream.

On the other side of the bridge.

Some withered poplar trees grew in scattered.

Under the tree.

There are several shabby thatched houses.

Several old people who fled.

They all climbed over a small bridge and plunged into the village.

Yang Zhong's mount.

Run under the big locust tree.

Jump out of the horse.

I saw an old man in rags standing by the stone table.
To be continued...