Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 241 The Most Hateful Saintly Heart in Troubled Times
When the Shang army saw a cavalry team armed with muskets, firing and rushing towards them, they put away their bows and crossbows and quickly withdrew.

"Jiang Taigong, in your opinion, should we continue the pursuit or withdraw for the time being?" King Wu of Zhou put down the telescope and suddenly looked serious.

Although the enemy was forced back by the muskets, no one knew what other secret weapons the Shang Dynasty had.

"This...I also..." Jiang Taigong never expected to encounter such a change, and was hesitant for a moment.

"I have a plan, but I don't know if it will work." Su Jiahe said suddenly.

"Miss Su, please feel free to speak." King Wu of Zhou looked at Su Jiahe.

"There might be travelers like us in Da Shang. Why don't I take some people with me and sneak into Da Shang to find out what's going on?"

"This is a good idea. Let's first find out their background and find out what's going on." Wang Mang also agreed.

"But Miss Su is a woman, and if she goes to the Shang Dynasty alone, I'm afraid her life will be in danger." King Wu of Zhou was a little worried.

"It's okay, we'll go together," Wang Mang said. "Don't look at us because we're old and young. We're all veterans of hundreds of battles."

"Your Majesty, I think Miss Su's suggestion is good, and I am willing to go with you." Jiang Taigong got off the carriage and slowly reported to King Wu of Zhou.

"That's fine, but be careful not to reveal your identity."

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't you think we look like spies? We are professionals at this." Wang Mang said jokingly.

"I misunderstood you before. Now that you are willing to help Xiqi, I will definitely reward you handsomely." King Wu of Zhou knew that he was in the wrong, and faced with Wang Mang's sarcasm, he had to admit his mistake.

"Okay, Brother Wang, let's not talk about the past," Su Jiahe patted Wang Mang, "Let's go back and prepare, and act quickly."

The Xiqi army continued its retreat, temporarily setting up camp fifty miles from the Dashang border. Su Jiahe and his group, along with Jiang Ziya, disguised themselves and set off on foot towards Xiqi.

"Jiang Taigong, does anyone check ID cards in this era? We won't be arrested as refugees, will we?" Su Jiahe was a little panicked along the way, afraid that others would find out his flaws.

"There's war raging everywhere, and refugees are everywhere. Maybe we can get through." Jiang Taigong said in a low voice while observing the surroundings, "Watch the children carefully and don't let them get separated. If we stay together, the other refugees won't dare to cause trouble."

Soon, the group entered the territory of Dashang. Dashang was more prosperous than Xiqi, but everyone noticed that the closer they got to Chaoge City, the more refugees there were on the streets. They were unkempt, poorly dressed, dark and thin. Some gathered in groups of three or five, while others huddled alone in corners.

A middle-aged man with gray hair, with one leg hunched, one hand leaning on a bamboo pole, and the other hand holding a short boy, was walking with difficulty on the side of the road, but was suddenly pushed away roughly by another group of young people and fell to the ground.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Liu Ziluan hurried over and helped the two up.

The middle-aged man got up, first patted the dirt off the little boy's body, then took Liu Ziluan's hand and thanked him repeatedly.

"My father and I have been bullied countless times while fleeing famine. It's rare to find kind-hearted people these days."

"You're welcome. Uncle, where are you from?" Liu Ziluan asked casually.

"I was originally a military household in Chaoge City. Last year, I went on an expedition to the Dongyi tribe. My eldest son died on the battlefield, and I also injured a leg. This year, natural disasters have continued, and there is no food. I had no choice but to flee with my only youngest son."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and continued to walk forward with the little boy in his hand.

"It seems the people of the Shang Dynasty are really having a hard time. No wonder the country was doomed," Su Jiahe sighed. "Hmph, King Zhou was indeed a tyrant, making the people suffer so much," Liu Zilu said angrily, watching the backs of the father and son.

"Alas, this is always the case at the end of a dynasty. Natural disasters continue, foreign tribes invade, and the country is plagued by internal and external troubles. It is not something that can be reversed by one person alone." Wang Mang sighed.

"Hey, there's a little girl over here."

A vulgar voice was heard. Su Jiahe turned around and saw that the group of young men who had just knocked down the father and son were looking straight at him, as well as Daji and He Shuangqing beside him.

"I've never seen such a beautiful girl." The group of people surrounded her without any hesitation.

"What are you doing? Harassing an innocent woman in broad daylight, is there no law?" Liu Zhun drew a short sword from his sleeve and stood in front of the crowd.

Although Wang Mang and Jiang Taigong were old, they did not retreat. They gripped their weapons tightly and reprimanded the refugees with righteous words.

"Go away, go away! Don't think we are easy to bully!"

"You bastards, you have no respect for the law, why don't you retreat!"

However, the refugees were not scared away by the metal weapons. Instead, they raised their sticks, each of them looking aggressive and ready to rob.

"These guys are tall and strong, with delicate skin and flesh. They might be nobles, and they have a lot of gold, silver and jewelry on them. Brothers, take them down, and we'll have food to eat!"

"Ah? Are you saying I'm tall?"

Su Jiahe was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that the refugees were generally as thin as children due to malnutrition. He was only 1.58 meters tall, which was considered tall among the crowd.

Although the refugees were in their prime, they were all skinny and frail, two of them barely taller than the eleven-year-old Liu Ziluan. They actually dared to fight with sticks, probably because they had nowhere else to turn.

"Hey, look!" Su Jiahe suddenly had an idea. He took out a smoked chicken from the storage ring, raised it up, waved it, and threw it into the distance.

People who have been hungry for a long time often have an extremely keen sense of smell. When a group of refugees smelled the aroma of smoked chicken, they no longer cared about gold, silver, or jewelry. They ran over quickly, grabbed the smoked chicken on the ground, and scrambled to share it.

Other refugees around also noticed the existence of the smoked chicken. Several strong men rushed over and joined the fight for the smoked chicken, like a group of zombies rushing towards their prey.

"Give me back my chicken, give me back my chicken." Several young refugees who had been so arrogant just now were pushed to the ground by others, shouting at the top of their lungs. The scene fell into chaos for a while.

"The smoked chicken I threw out won't cause a stampede, right?" Su Jiahe was shocked by the scene in front of her.

"They are all poor people, but we can't care about so many things. Let's go." Wang Mang pulled Su Jiahe away, signaling everyone to leave the scene quickly and continue on their way.

"Why don't we get some more food?" The young Liu Zixun couldn't help but feel sympathy when he saw the refugees fighting for food.

"In troubled times, the worst thing we can do is show off our wealth. If we show off our wealth, all the victims will come and we won't be able to leave." Su Jiahe waved her hand quickly. "It's not that I don't have sympathy, but we have special identities and a mission. Let's not cause trouble."

After they walked a distance, they could still hear the sounds of fighting and crying behind them.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop gathering and causing trouble!"

Su Jiahe looked up and saw a man who looked like an official, riding a horse with a big sword on his waist, walking towards him.