Wang Yi sat on the horse without saying a word, his expression was blank and there was no sadness or joy. It's just that the heart is tumbling, and I can't tell what it's like.

On that day, he received the emperor's order in the capital and left, and half a year has passed. In the past six months, he has led this group of people over swamps and grasslands, climbed high mountains and drilled old forests, and went deep into the barren, and their footprints were almost all over the desert.

From the scorching autumn to the cold midwinter, the dangers and dangers experienced during the period and all kinds of sufferings made these fans who were accustomed to living in fine clothes and food all miserable.

But there was no way, they could only grit their teeth and go on, because His Majesty the Emperor's will was clearly stated, and if Su Molai could not be found, they would not have to go back.

They were the emperor's domestic slaves, unlike the courtiers. The courtiers may also be able to find some excuses of one kind or another, but if they really can't fulfill their mission, it's a big deal to go out and win the title and demote, or they don't need to dismiss the official;

But what about them, once they can't complete the master's order, they will be beaten with a cane and can't take care of themselves, or the scoop around their necks will be taken off directly.

This is a house slave, and he may be able to rely on his master's power to run amok on weekdays, but if he wants to make his master angry, he will kill him if he says it, and he doesn't need any reason at all.

In this way, the team of more than 100 people who set off from Beijing that day has been left with only three percent so far. Less than half of the two-thirds of the personnel were killed in the battle, and most of them died in the harsh climate and environment. So much so that the rest of the people, everyone's hearts were full of sadness and despair, almost numb.

At the beginning, Wang Yi would also point his fingers at the sky and scold, greeting the female elders of Su Mo's family to many generations up. But after all kinds of experiences, he really didn't even have the mood to scold.

If he could, he was even willing to call Su Mo Grandpa and Ancestor, as long as Su Mo stopped running around and appeared in front of him immediately.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder, what exactly did this ancestor belong to, and how could he be so tossed? From the Central Plains to Biansai, from Yangjiacheng to Ningxia, and finally he went headlong into the grassland desert, and then disappeared gorgeously.

It's just that why did your uncle only recognize me Wang Yi and bully him? This is really unfair.

Later, the Rakshasa people in the north came to intervene again, so that all kinds of mysterious forces also joined one after another, making the whole grassland like a group of demons dancing, so that Dongchang, which had always been feared, had to hold its tail and be cautious all day long, for fear that one moment would be wrong, so that he would explain his little life here.

In this exotic and wild place, the name of Dongchang has no deterrent power at all, and even once it is exposed, it will attract countless hateful eyes. After all, the reputation of the two factories and one guard in the Ming Dynasty is really not good, and there are too many sins in the past.

It's been so miserable and miserable all the way, and now it's been the twelfth year of Hongzhi, and after looking for half a year, they have touched half of Su Mo's hair, Wang Yi and the others are actually a little desperate. They were even thinking about whether they should simply give up, and then go incognito and find a deep mountain Daze to spend the rest of their lives.

But at this time, suddenly the storm rose again. Some detectives found out that many small tribes around the Mongolian royal court were slaughtered, and then, for some reason, the Rakshasas and the Mongols also made a mess, and they did it very fiercely.

The Mongols dispatched tens of thousands of people and razed an entire camp of the Rakshasas. Among them, legend has it that someone unfurled the banner of the deputy envoy of the Ming Dynasty and also participated in this sudden melee.

When he first got the news, Wang Yi stayed for half an hour. The complex emotions of losing and regaining and resurrecting the dead are called sour.

That lord, that ancestor, he ...... He and he, finally appeared! There is a spirit in the sky, thank God, thank the Buddha, thank you Sanqing Daojun, thank CCTV, thank you MTV......

Well, the last two thanks are pure nonsense. But at that moment, Wang Yi's mood really wanted to thank the gods of the sky, all the gods and Buddhas he could think of.

What are you waiting for? Let's go and find that ancestor immediately, even if you kneel and beg, you have to ask this master back. This time, you must not miss it again, and you must follow it tightly when you die.

But, however, but, just when Wang Yi took the remaining kittens and ran all the way in the wind and snow, and finally arrived at it, he found that the "Su Ran Run" was gone again. Su Ran ran deserved to be Su Ran Run, and once again profoundly expounded the definition of "run and run", and did not stop after causing trouble, and continued all the way to the east.

Wang Yi wants to cry without tears. What kind of trouble are you going to make in this cold winter? Our Ming Dynasty is in the south, even if you want to fulfill the emperor's order, but the Mongolian royal court is also in the south? But what are you running east again?

Wouldn't it be happier for you old man to just give me a knife! At this moment, Wang Yi wanted to die.

But an idea is an idea after all, it's just a grudge. Who would really want to die? No way, keep chasing, didn't you catch a tail, it's much better than not having a shadow at all.

In order to survive, not to mention that there are already eyebrows, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, it must not be given up.

Just like that, a group of people gritted their teeth again and continued to chase down. The hardships of this rush are great, not only to avoid the sentry of the Mongol army from time to time, but also to pay attention to the rout of the scattered Rakshasas.

Moreover, when it was learned from the mouth of a scout captured in an adventure that the Mongol army seemed to continue to attack another large battalion heading north, and what hostages and Ming envoys were involved in it, Wang Yi and the others were not good.

At this moment, they were already tied to Su Mo's life and death. Su Mo lives for them, if something happens to Su Mo, they are not sure if they can live, but at least they have completely cut off the way to return to the Ming Dynasty.

Now I heard that the Mongols seemed to have no idea about Su Mo, how could they not make Wang Yi anxious? As for whether he could persuade Su Mo to leave after catching up, or maybe he might even lose a few of himself, it was too late to think about it now. No matter how bad the result is, it can't be worse than Su Mo is dead.

So, I didn't even dare to stop eating, for fear of delay, and the people of Dongchang just chased forward with their heads bored. However, because he wanted to avoid the Mongol army, he could only go around in a big circle, but it was only at this time that he finally caught up.

At this time, Wang Yi didn't know that Beidaying had been crippled by Su Mo again, and he was already on the road to a victorious return. Thinking that he was about to see this tossed self* master, Wang Yi was angry, resentful, worried, excited, and hesitant in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts shot back and forth, up and down, and he was speechless for a while.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and the scouts who stopped them returned again, and coldly ordered the rest of the people to dismount, leaving only Wang Yi alone to meet them.

Everyone was furious, but they dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. After suffering for many times, they have long lost the arrogance they had when they were in Beijing, but they have become more calm.

Gou Er and Qiao Kui stepped forward, one left and one right to protect Wang Yi's side, although they did not speak, they made a clear posture. Wang Yi had a lot of henchmen that day, and now only the two of them are left.

Wang Yi's eyes moved, Rao was a little moved at this moment with his cold temperament.

He took a deep breath and waved his hand at the two of them, signaling that they didn't have to be nervous. When the two of them had no choice but to retreat, they kicked the horse's belly and followed the scout forward.

At this time, Su Mo was not the owner of the small Su family village at the beginning, but a real official with the title of Qincha. He is just a royal slave, even from his identity alone, he can't afford to be bigger;

What's more, in this place now, Su Mo holds military power, and there are tigers and wolves around him, if he is no longer ignorant, Su Mo can make his team die with just one look, and he doesn't have to do anything about it. In this wilderness, it is definitely possible to do it without knowing it. Wang Yi wouldn't be stupid enough to do that.

With the guidance of the scout, Wang Yi became more and more frightened as he walked. Although he is not a military general, he is by no means uninformed. Seeing that the group of soldiers who were in formation, all of them had a fierce murderous aura on their bodies, and the smell of blood on their bodies was almost like substance. And the eyes that looked at him were unwavering, indifferent and calm, as if they were looking at a dead thing.

Especially the ones with several general-level appearances, the armor on their bodies is mottled, deep and shallow. The dark part was clearly caused by the thick plasma that had not yet dried, and there was an iron smell from afar without getting close.

This is definitely a gang of fierce gods and evil spirits! What kind of means did that Su Jiazi use to dominate such a group of arrogant soldiers and fierce generals? It is really Shibei who has been impressed for three days, and it is no longer Wuxia Ameng in the past.

Wang Yi squinted, his cheeks twitched slightly unnaturally, and he was secretly frightened. But when he got closer, when he saw some familiar faces in his impression, he finally couldn't hold back anymore, and his numb and sluggish face finally changed completely.

What did he see? Oh my God, a huge white bear! No, was that a bear? When did the bear have a long tail? Oh my God, what the hell is this? And that Su Mo was sitting on top of the beast, this ...... Is this, this, what a mortal do?!

I have to say that in this era, the imprint of the supernatural theory of gods and ghosts is too deep and too deep. The fear of the unknown is even higher than that of the king. So much so that even when Wang Yi saw it, his heart shook and he couldn't help himself.

"Oh, it turns out that it's really the head of the king's stall. How can I say this, it is pleasant to have friends from afar...... Uh, no, no, it's supposed to be a fellow seeing a fellow countryman, with tears in his eyes. Well, yes, that's it. It's a foreign land thousands of miles away from home, and it's so moving. Su Mo bowed his hand from afar, and urged the rice balls to greet him with surprise on his face.

Well, compared to the cheap thief's smile, Wang Yiwang's stall is really full of tears. It's not that Wang wants to cry, he is really aggrieved and angry. Before he could get up completely, the suspected bear-like creature with a long tail suddenly let out a low roar, and made the horse under the crotch of the king kneeling on the spot......

The king's stall head is called a fall. Is there such a bully? It's so outrageous for your uncle!