Outside the account, it was late at night, dark clouds were rolling, and the moonlight was flickering. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The night wind was strong and whistling by, like a whistle ringing in the ears.

In the night, more than a dozen fast horses galloped all the way in the grassland, and the people on the horses were all dressed in red Mongolian robes with rolling gold edges, dressed gorgeously, showing that they were the personal soldiers of Wang Gubu. In the middle of the red-clothed Mengren, two riders carry a Han-style package on each side, and a child sits in front of each of them.

The two children are both in their teens, dressed in ordinary Mongolian robes, one has a resolute face, the other has a delicate face, they are Qin Siyang and Liu Shuangli, who have just entered the Mongolian realm from Da Zhou.

More than a dozen fast horses, all of which are the best horses in Wang Gubu. Running wildly in the night, in less than half an hour, he left the rumbling sound of people and horses far behind.

After a moment, they suddenly heard a rapid cry ahead, and in the flickering moonlight, several fast horses were galloping towards them. The leader of the galloping fast horses waved at them from afar and shouted something in Mongolian.

The two children could not understand the Mongolian language, but they were very anxious when they heard the screams, and they only felt that the Mongolian people holding them trembled after hearing the shouts, and they were obviously startled by something.

The two men and horses rushed close to a halt. Looking at the people who were speeding on the opposite side, they were all dressed in different colors, they were all sweating profusely, their faces were tired, they couldn't help panting, and they were nervously talking to the people in red robes and gorgeous clothes who were rushing towards them, and their expressions were extremely solemn.

The two children looked and found that there were six Mongolians speeding in, four of whom were the Mongolians who had followed Boritt to snatch them here two days earlier. It was also the person who followed him for a while when they first met Pogert.

"What about Brother Borite, why don't you see it?" Liu Shuangli left the probe, and he couldn't see Porite among the six people, so he couldn't help but be curious, and asked out loud.

The Mongolian people who sat on the same horse with Liu Shuangli were the Mongolian people who had accompanied the two children in the account in the past two days. Hearing the question, he replied in a heavy voice: "Boritt is injured, so he didn't come." ”

"Ah," Liu Shuangli exclaimed, and asked urgently, "It doesn't matter if he's seriously injured, right?"

After waiting for a long time and not replying, Liu Shuangli had to look back at the Mongolian people sitting behind her, but seeing that the Mongolian people were just listening attentively to the Mongolian people who had just arrived, they seemed to have fallen into some kind of thought.

After a long time, the panting Meng finished what he wanted to say, and the Meng Ren who listened intently looked back at Liu Shuangli in front of him and replied: "Borit's injuries are a little serious, but fortunately, they are not fatal injuries, and they will be fine after a period of rest, but don't worry, friends." As he spoke, he paused, and then said in a deep voice, "The Aibugai River ahead was the place where we were going to withdraw, but we didn't want to be occupied by a surprise attack by the White Flag, and now we don't know where to go." ”

"Ugh. Liu Shuangli replied in a low voice. When she heard that Porit was seriously injured, she was very worried and wanted to ask more about what the injury was and where it was raised. But seeing that Mengren's expression was solemn, she didn't seem to want to talk about these things, so she had to press the words in her heart and not ask more. As for what the Mongols said later, they were occupied and there was no place to go, but she didn't care. As for the struggle between the various tribes of the Mongols, she, like Qin Siyang, didn't care at all.

Seeing that the Mongolian people on both sides had calm faces and discussed for a while, it took a long time to reach an agreement, and with a loud roar, they turned their horses' heads together, and waved their whips and galloped towards one side.

"Where are we going?" Facing the biting night wind, the whistle kept blowing into his ears, and Liu Shuangli asked loudly.

"Wu Chuan. The Mongolian man who was holding her replied loudly.

"Wu Chuan?" Liu Shuangli had no concept of this place.

Six horses and six people were added, and now there were about twenty people in their group.

For the two children who had never ridden a horse before, it was a bit painful to ride a horse for such a long time. After walking for a while, they both felt as if their bodies were about to fall apart, and they could no longer sit firmly on their horses, so they relied on the Mengren behind them to hold them tightly so that they would not fall off their horses.

But even so, these Mongolians had no intention of stopping to rest, but kept whipping their horses, urging them to gallop forward.

Rushing all the way to the dawn in the east, the morning glow reflected most of the grassland, and immediately everyone was sweating profusely even if the night wind was blowing, and the fast horses that sat down were also tired, and the sound of hooves was gradually exhausted. At this point, even if the person is still energetic, the horse that sits down is no longer good, and must take a rest.

A stream appeared in front of them, and everyone stopped their horses, turned over and dismounted. Six people sat on the grass around the two children to rest, while the rest led the horses to the stream to drink.

Everyone turned over and rested, took out the mutton milk tea and finished eating, and saw that the horses had also drunk enough water and eaten grass, and recovered their spirits, and the Mongolian people picked up the two children and got on the horses and continued to drive.

Suddenly, I heard the hooves of horses in the distance, and it was obvious that a large group of people and horses were galloping towards it.

The faces of the Mengren were pale, and they heard that the sound was not small, and they didn't know who it was, so they didn't dare to slack off. The Mongolian man with the two children in his arms and the other four Mongolian people left as fast as they could, while the rest of the Mongolian people held on to the reins and slowed down their speed.

The two children were held on horses and flew all the way forward, only to feel the strong wind constantly whipped their whole bodies, and looked back at the Mengren who was behind, and their eyes had shrunk into a shadow, and after a while they disappeared into the long green grass, and there was no trace of them again.

Suddenly, I heard the loud shouts one after another, and the shadows behind me sounded on the ground when the grass was gone, shaking the earth and resounding throughout the grassland. The two children were startled, and before they could react, they felt the Mengren holding them, and the whip in their hands was throbbing, forcing them to sit down on the horse, and the hooves were like flying, and galloped forward at the limit speed.

After running so desperately for nearly an hour, a mountain came out of front of him. The mountains are high into the clouds, traversing the green rush grassland as far as the human eye can see.

The six fast horses let out a few long howls, jumped with their front hooves, and galloped along the official road down the mountain into the cliff.

The fog in the early morning has not yet dissipated, and the rocky cliffs on both sides of the official road stretch all the way to the front in the fog.

Entering the mountain canyon, Meng Cai slowed down the reins a little, allowing the horses to move forward in the canyon at a normal speed.

At the moment of walking, the fog gradually dissipated, and the cliffs on both sides of the valley road were already clear. Six horses and eight people walked all the way along the official road of the valley, and the valley was empty, only the sound of the wind blowing in from the mouth of the valley was whirring in the ears.

After walking for so long, he had to ease up a little, and Liu Shuangli immediately looked around curiously. She has traveled a lot in the mountains of Da Zhou, and she has not seen such a valley, but she has just been speeding in the grassy grassland, and suddenly entered such a rocky canyon, which feels really different.

Liu Shuangli was looking around curiously, and suddenly felt that the body of the Meng behind him stiffened, and the six horses also stopped at the same time at this moment. Liu Shuangli was startled, and looked back, but saw that not far in front of him, there was a horse in the middle, and a person was sitting immediately.

This man was wearing a felt hat, a black veil covering his face, a tight black robe, a Han-style soap robe, and a gray cloak and cloak that was blown high by the wind, completely blocking the valley behind him.

The six Mongolians were all surprised, they didn't know what this person meant, they looked at each other, and their eyes fell on the Mongolian people who were riding with Liu Shuangli.

Because he is the only one of the six who is proficient in Chinese, and the person in front of him is dressed as a Chinese-style Jianghu person, and he is obviously a Han person.

"Who are you?" asked Mengren, who was riding with Liu Shuangli, frowning and speaking in Chinese.

"It's in the way. The other party replied coldly. But this voice caused Liu Shuangfu to be startled.

Mengren was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "Friend, our river water does not interfere with well water, don't make too much trouble, please give way." ”

The Han man on the opposite side did not move, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, and said word by word: "Put down the child, spare you from death." ”

Mengren was secretly startled, his hands unconsciously grasped Liu Shuangli in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

A gust of cold wind blew, and it half lifted the black veil in front of the Han man opposite, revealing his face that was half covered by the black hair on his forehead.

Only the half of his face except for the black hair was revealed, pale and bloodless, like a ghost underground. The only eye that was exposed was as bright as stardust in the sky. And the words that came out of his mouth seemed to seep out of the ground, without a trace of emotion: "I repeat, let go of the child and spare you from death." ”

Meng Ren sneered disdainfully: "Why should we listen to you?"

There was no answer, suddenly, a figure swept by, and the people only felt a flower in front of them, and they heard the sound of "bang bang bang" several times, and he hugged Liu Shuangli and five other companions together, and planted the horse.

Mengren grabbed Liu Shuangli tightly, and the six mounts all limped off their front hooves, and he stood up in shock, looked up and looked forward, but the Han man on the opposite side was still sitting on his horse, motionless.

The Mongolian people stared at the Han people opposite: "You did it?"

The Han snorted coldly: "What do you say?"

Mengren roared angrily, but the hand holding Liu Shuangli tightened, and he turned his head and said a few words to his companion in Mongolian.

The Mongolian man was interpreting, but before he finished speaking, two of his companions couldn't help it, pulled out the long knife at their waist, rushed forward and slashed at the Han man opposite.

But seeing a flash of cold light, and not seeing the Han people draw their swords, the two Mongolian people who raised their swords and slashed froze at once, and the throats of their necks had been cut with two long, neither deep nor shallow sword marks.

Everyone on the side froze.

I saw another flash of red light, and a few bits of blood fell to the ground with the momentum. Still no one saw clearly, the sword in the hand of the Han people had been inserted back into the scabbard, and the two Mongolian people who were still holding the big swords high fell to the ground with two "bangs".

The other four were dumbfounded. Mengren, who was still holding Liu Shuangli's arm, shook his whole body uncontrollably twice. Grabbing Liu Shuangli and his other three companions, he stepped back step by step. (To be continued.) )