Chapter 3: The Humiliation of the Crotch (I)

The spring is bright, the warm breeze is warm, the hills and mountains and forests in March are full of tender shoots and new sprouts, and the green grass is like crisp, a thriving scene. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe rising sun dispels the cold of the cold night. With the sound of cuckoos, many hard-working farmers have begun to work in the fields.

"Climb over the hill in front of you, and walk ten miles east, and you will reach the nearest town." A peasant woman gleaning ears shows Tianming and Ling'er the way.

"Thank you, old man." Tianming thanked him, "Ling'er, let's hurry up, we should be able to reach the town before dark." ”

"Okay." Ling'er nodded.

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The desert in the north of the country, the yellow sand is thousands of miles, as far as the eye can see, and everything is withered. Here, there is no life in sight, only the bitter north wind, howling and roaring day and night.

Heaven and earth are endless.

A small black dot quietly broke the dead silence of the wasteland world, and slowly moved forward in the wind, sand and scorching sun.

Several carriages walked back and forth, escorted by more than thirty ironclad Qin soldiers. The carriage passed by, leaving two deep ruts, and after a short time, they were covered by dust and sand and disappeared into the vastness.

It was the team of Fusu who went to Shangjun to supervise the army.

"Childe, now that we have entered the boundary of Shangjun, in less than two days, we will be able to reach the headquarters of General Meng." Inside the carriage, He Jingtian said to Fusu.

Fusu lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the bleak earth and sky outside the carriage window, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Childe......" He Jingtian was about to comfort.

"It's okay," Fusu shook his hand, "It's okay if I suffer a little and get tired, General Meng has been fighting all the year round, defending the frontier and defending the country, born and died, he and those soldiers are really throwing their heads and spilling blood for Daqin, compared to them, what Fusu has endured is really insignificant." ”

"General Meng is really the pillar of the country, but the monarch and the minister are different, each performing his own duties, and what the prince bears is not comparable to others." He Jingtian persuaded.

"Good one's 'each performing his own duties'," Fusu leaned back and continued, "As a prince, I should have shared the worries of my father, understood the government, and supported the dynasty, but it is a pity that my father listened to the treacherous words of his ministers and insisted on going his own way, causing the people to suffer hardships and sadness and disappointment......"

"Maybe General Meng has a way to help Gongzi return to the dynasty and reorganize the court," He Jingtian handed Fusu a water bag, "Don't be too pessimistic about everything." ”

"Look, what's that?" Suddenly, a cavalryman accompanying him outside the carriage pointed to the servant Fengchen to the north and shouted.

"Is it General Meng's person who has picked us up?" Another Qin soldier also looked in the direction he was pointing.

In the distance, dozens of horsemen and horses were coming towards the convoy, and for a while they saw smoke and dust, but they couldn't see the identity of the other party clearly.

"No, it's Donghu!" When they got closer, the leading Qin soldiers suddenly reacted, "Protect Gongzi!"

"Whoosh", "whoosh!" It was too late and that was too fast, and in an instant, all the arrows were flying in front of everyone's eyes, and more than half of the more than 30 Qin soldiers escorting the convoy had already fallen from their horses.

"Protect Childe!" He Jingtian set up the reins of the carriage and rushed westward, "These Donghu people dare to go so deep into the hinterland of Shangjun, there must be some evil intentions, we must quickly meet with General Meng and tell him this information!"

The dozens of Donghu people were chasing after Fusu's convoy and the Qin soldiers, grunting in their mouths, as if they were very excited, and kept waving the sabers in their hands.

"Abandon the rest of the carriages, concentrate a few horses to pull a carriage, and speed up to General Meng's garrison with all your might, and get rid of them!" Fusu Lingdao.

"There seem to be fewer Donghu people chasing us!" A Qin soldier turned his head and shouted at everyone.

"They must have gone to grab the contents of the carriage," Fusu said, "Keep on your way, don't stop!"

"The horses of the Donghu people are so fast, we can't get rid of them!" As soon as one of the Qin soldiers running behind finished shouting, he was shot in the back by a crossbow arrow from the Donghu people, turned over and fell.

"Damn!" He Jingtian gritted his teeth, and he didn't care about the flying sand that scraped on his face like a knife, and rushed hard in the carriage. Seeing that the distance between the Donghu cavalry and the Fusu carriage was getting closer and closer, several Qin soldiers who were guarding were angry and ready to desperately protect Gongzi Zhou Quan.

At this moment, another hurried sound of horses' hooves came from the south.

The brilliance was dazzling, and the shadow of the sword was swirling.