The Heartless Mage Chapter 196: Escape from the farm

The farm's chicken coop is not a collective property. It is built by the workers on the farm. The purpose is to occasionally improve their lives and open meat. The chickens in the shed are not for sale either, they are raised purely for food. After the new year, the chickens are not dead, and the chicken shed is still filled with the smell of hot chicken excrement, which seduces the foxes to salivate, and they come over after smelling the smell.

Wuxin didn't dare to provoke the white fox, for fear that she would turn over old accounts and openly scold the street. Seeing that the foxes were lining up to walk away, he continued crawling forward and quietly touched the vicinity of the bungalow in front of him. Landing on all fours, he arched his waist and squatted under the rear window like a beast. He closed his eyes and listened carefully, and he found that the bungalow was very quiet, and it didn't look like a person lived there. Creeping around the bungalow, he continued looking for the workers' dormitory in a daze. The farm is located at the foot of the mountain, big and desolate. He walked farther and farther silently, and finally stopped outside a brightly lit compound. He sniffed and smelled a faint smell of alcohol. The door opened with a creak, and someone walked to the corner of the yard to urinate. Peeking in through the dense wooden fence, inadvertently found that the person who came was covered in white gauze. Suddenly remembering the pot of boiling noodle soup he poured out, he nodded secretly, thinking that although he didn't find the blind stream, but if he found the militia, he could at least follow the clues.

After the militiamen urinated, they turned to go into the house, but before they got to the door, someone in the room raised their voices: "I said, is it your turn tonight?"

The militiamen laughed and said, "I'm not going! I'm a wounded man, and I have to take care of them for ten days and a half months!"

The people in the house were very dissatisfied: "Isn't it just burning your oily skin? The people on their farms don't care, and we don't care. If the blind streamer escapes at night, who do you think will suffer the most?"

The militiamen cursed as they entered the house. After a while, the door opened again, and he walked out of the courtyard with a rifle on his back. He walked and raised his hand to untie the gauze on his head and face. When he left the courtyard, he finally saw the cool breeze on his face. Shaking his head comfortably, he strode towards a grove in front of him.

Wu Xin followed him quietly, not far or near him all the way, for fear of revealing his traces. The farm is being reclaimed everywhere, and sooner or later the forest will be completely cut down and eradicated. In a row of sheds on the edge of the forest, the militiamen sneezed heavily, and then greeted a comrade outside the shed. The comrade-in-arms was about to freeze to death with his rifle. When he saw him coming, he immediately scolded: "Aren't you going to recover? You still know you're coming?"

The two started bickering and giggling. And Wuxin hid behind a big tree, holding his shoulders and squatting into a rock. Sniffing his nose and inhaling the cold air, he suddenly felt that the surroundings stink. An eye appeared from behind the tree, he really wanted to send Bai Liuli forward to scout, but Bai Liuli had always been awkward with him recently, and at this moment, it was coldly wrapped around his waist, obviously unintentional to help.

"Why is it so stinky?" Wuxin couldn't figure it out: "They wouldn't put people in thatched huts, would they?"

Just as Wuxin was wondering, two things happened around the shed. First, the two militiamen left, leaving only the young man who claimed to be the wounded to continue guarding the shed—he probably was too cold, so he got into the shed alone; Sneaky white fox.

Suddenly confronted Wuxin, the white fox immediately opened his mouth and showed his tongue before speaking. Wuxin was startled, because the white fox has always been wild and uninhibited, and if he quacks and turns over old accounts with himself, he can't stand it. He folded his hands and bowed to the white fox, unintentionally obediently obeying.

The big head of the white fox turned left and right, and then rushed towards Wuxin. One person and one fox met behind the tree, and Wuxin whispered, "Dabai, what are you doing here?"

The white fox seems very confused: "I'm here to eat chicken!"

Inadvertently asked: "Where's the chicken?"

The white fox immediately turned dirty: "Mom's chickens are all gone, and the chicken coop is full of people!"

Wu Xin listened to her loud voice, so she quickly reached out and grabbed her long mouth: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the militiamen inside have guns!"

The white fox turned his head and shook his hand: "What are you doing here?"

Wuxin replied in a low voice: "I want to save the people in the shed. I lived in their village for a winter, and they are not bad people. Now they are locked up by the militia to work as coolies on the farm. It's too pitiful."

The white fox shook his head very capriciously: "I don't care, I want to eat chicken!"

Inadvertently, I suddenly had an idea. After scratching the white fox affectionately, he whispered: "Where the chickens are, only the people on the farm can find out. You go and find the militiamen in the shed and force him to tell the whereabouts of the chickens. With you Is it a piece of cake to scare him?"

The white fox took it for granted, and immediately ran to the shed. Stopping next to a broken wood door, she opened her mouth with a thin throat, and moaned coquettishly: "Ouch...Ouch...Is there anyone? Help..."

There was an immediate response from the shed: "Who is it?"

The white fox has a big tail: "I am a worker's family member. I twisted my foot in the woods just now. Who will take me back to the dormitory in the field?"

Her voice fell, only to hear a "bang bang", and the broken wood door was pushed open urgently. The young militiamen heard the tender voices outside, and were very excited to help others. With the dim light of the coal fire in a small brazier behind him, the militiamen looked out and saw no one; while the white fox looked up to see him clearly, only to see the blisters on his dry face, and immediately shouted loudly: " Whoa shit! Ugly like a ghost!"

As soon as these words came out, the militia Misheng lowered his head and looked at the white fox. After being stunned for a few seconds, the militiamen exclaimed: "Fox—"

Before he could finish speaking, the white fox jumped up and threw him on his back. A sharp claw pressed against his throat, and the white fox's eyes shot red light, and grinned loudly: "Come on! Where is the chicken?"

As she pressed for questioning, a string of water fell down the militiaman's face. The militiaman stared blankly and opened his mouth, so shocked that he was out of breath, staring straight at the white fox in a maddening manner. At the same time, a shadow flashed around the white fox, and it was Wuxin who slipped into the shed like an arrow.

The interior of the shed was dimly lit, and the smell of chicken excrement pierced my nostrils. In the rotten hay all over the ground, a pile of black human figures lying or sitting are the male laborers in the blind village. People were startled, and there was a layer of suspicion buzzing. A young man in ragged clothes suddenly climbed up in the corner and asked tremblingly, "Brother, are you here?"

Wuxin heard Xiaoquan's voice, and he was relieved immediately, knowing that he had not mistaken the target: "I'm here to save you, get up and go with me!"

A low cheer erupted from the blind stream. One by one stood up, and they began to scramble to untie the hemp ropes on their bodies - during the day they were free to scatter their labor, but once at night, the militiamen still used hemp ropes to tie them into a string.

Inadvertently took out the dagger and cut the knots one after another. When all the dozens of people were able to move freely, he led the team out of the shed, and found that the white fox was still pressing the militia. The blind streamers lined up and walked out automatically, never expecting that the woman screaming and screaming outside the shed turned out to be a big white fox. Wuxin was afraid that they would only watch the fun and delay the escape time, so he turned around and said sternly, "Don't look at it, that is the fox fairy in the mountains."

The great immortals cannot be blasphemed, of course. The blind wanderers have lived in the mountains for a long time, and they prefer to believe in the existence of ghosts and gods rather than believe in the absence of them. After hearing the unintentional warning, everyone hurriedly passed the white fox with their heads down and respectfully, not even daring to breathe. Wuxin took the lead and walked quickly, and at the same time found that the white fox didn't make a face for himself at all. I raised her to be a great fairy, but she was yelling at a militiaman, and there was only one chicken in her mouth!

Blind streamers know that escape opportunities are not easy to come by, and they are all young and old, with clear minds. Organized and disciplined, they formed a long queue. They did not need to be inadvertently asked, and they consciously walked in silence. He quickly walked outside the brightly lit compound, Wuxin took the lead and stopped, daring not to openly advance. Unexpectedly, although they were cautious, the rear caught up with a fearless fox team. The big white fox was still playing the front line, and the white fur on the corner of his mouth was still stained with a little blood. Wuxin suspected that she had just murdered the militia, and now she is going to break the fast in the new chicken coop.

Human's skill is not as agile as that of a fox, so Wuxin dare not sway like a white fox. After the fox and his party passed through the courtyard, he waited and watched for a while, and saw that there was really no movement in the courtyard, and then led the blind streamers to raise their legs and walk lightly, quietly passing the courtyard gate all the way.

It was very quiet at night on the farm, Wuxin was on guard against dogs, but there was no dog shadow along the way. The farm is too big, with boundary markers and no walls. Wuxin escaped all the way with a large group of people, and finally stopped in a mountain pass. He turned around and said, "Your family is still in the village, and the food is still there. You can send someone back to the village to send a message to say it's safe. , and then hide in the woods for a while!"

Xiaoquan stepped forward: "Brother, how about you? Are you going back with us?"

Wuxin shook his head: "I'm not going back. I didn't live long. Now that the weather is getting warmer every day, it's time for me to continue on my way."

The blind streamers bowed to him in a mess, and Xiaoquan held his hand tightly. Wuxin looked up at the stars and found that it was getting late, so he urged everyone to go on the road and let them flee into the mountains in groups.

As long as they enter the mountain, this group of people will have a way to survive. Wuxin took a deep breath, thinking that at least he was worthy of Xiaoquan. Sitting on the snow, he was very tired and wanted to take a break, but before he could sit firmly, a shadowy spot of light suddenly appeared in the distance. Accompanied by the flickering of the light spots, the sound of human voices and dogs also sounded.

Inadvertently jumped up, thinking that the workers' militia on the farm had noticed it, and now they are coming to arrest the blind stream. The blind stream has just entered the big forest, and there is no reason to be arrested again; standing here alone is too dangerous. He was about to climb the tree, but the firelight turned a corner in the middle of the road. It turned out that the target was not him.

No matter who the target is, Wuxin dare not stop. Turning around and rushing into the vast darkness, he went to find Su Tao.