Longmendu (8)

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He had taken off his leather jacket to protect him from the cold, his gray coarse linen trousers were tucked into his boots, the blood stains on his dark blue padded robe were messy, and his face was so pale that he was slightly blue, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was not lightly injured. This appearance can be regarded as quite embarrassing, but he has his hands behind his back, facing Ye Lihe's fierce gaze, and smiling like a spring breeze.

Zhao Yong couldn't sit still, jumped up and said fiercely: "What about the third child? ā€

"I'm here, where do you say the third child can be?"

"You ......" Zhao Yong looked at the situation around him and swallowed back the words behind him.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Ye Lihe didn't seem to see Zhao Yong.

Xiao Yanran replied lightly: "Wuding Xiao Yanran." ā€

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly talked about it, the famous guard of Wuding City would appear in this small inn like this, but his calm and relaxed appearance made it difficult to doubt. Besides, this identity can't get any benefit here, and there is really no counterfeit value.

Ye Lihe's eyes jumped, looked at Zhao Yong and sneered: "Your subordinates are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers." ā€

"He's not my subordinate," Zhao Yong gritted his teeth, "he's the dog I caught to lead the way." "After that, you have to draw your sword.

Ye Lihe waved his hand: "I would like to hear what he means by that?" ā€

Xiao Yanran slipped to the door, stretched out her hand and pulled out the feather arrow nailed to the pillar, and handed it to Ye Lihe.

Ye Lihe frowned and said: "It's just an ordinary arrow, what's so beautiful." ā€

Du Shuyan's heart jumped suddenly, he stepped down the stairs in three steps and two steps, pulled out an arrow on the table and held it in his hand and looked at it: "He is right, whether there is something or not, we all have to die," he paused and said, "In this snowy weather, the cotton thread bow of the Southern Dynasty military equipment cannot be opened, and these people are dignified and use the leather twist bow of the Western Dynasty, and they are not afraid of being accused of storing weapons privately, and they have no intention of keeping them alive at all." ā€

"So, if we want to survive, we have to work together," Xiao Yanran sat down on the table beside her.

Du Shuyan looked at it coldly, knowing that he couldn't support it, so he hurriedly continued: "General Xiao, then what do you say we are going to do?" ā€

"I can't believe you southerners, since they are so sure, it is obvious that there are internal ghosts here, Gazhu, you go and see, this inn has an authentic exit."

"No need, master," Gan Ming whispered to Gazhu, "If there is an exit, the shopkeeper will not desperately want to run." I guess it's not that he doesn't want to build tunnels, but that the soil here is really not suitable. ā€

"Is the red soil here suitable for burying the bones of loyal souls?" When Xiao Yanran heard this, she sighed for no reason.

"Dying here is not a martyrdom," Zhao Yong had gathered all the people of the 'horse gang', except for Lao Zhangtou, all of them were carrying weapons, waiting for his next order, "There are still more than thirty miles away from your defense area, can you still mobilize the army?" ā€

"Hey, you know that my Overseer is very brainless, and I can't shout alone without his handprint," Xiao Yanran shook her head helplessly, "And he hasn't come to save me until now, it's too sad." ā€

Du Shuyan looked at the torch outside from the crack in the window, and it had been burned by half, in this case, what was Xiao Yanran waiting for here? The only thing that is certain is that the current situation is no longer within the range of his expectations, otherwise he would not have had to force himself to appear here. Du Shuyan forcibly suppressed his heart and wanted to rush over to tell him that he would kill himself if he dug too deep, and pulled his thoughts back to the present.

Now, time did not allow him to wait any longer.

"No matter what, let's get out first," Du Shuyan nodded to Liyi Lipao, who was standing silently behind him, and Liyi said softly: "There are about one hundred and twenty people outside, thirty archers, forty infantrymen, forty cavalry, and a few others on horseback don't look like forbidden soldiers, and their subordinates can't see their identities." ā€

Except for a few individual guests who were huddled aside, Zhao Yong and Ye Lihe's attitude at this time could be regarded as a tacit acquiescence to join forces.

Everyone counted the horses, Ye Lihe was going south this time, naturally they were all good horses, Zhao Yong and his party were in disguise, and the horses were all able to run, and there were more than ten horses, and it was enough to bring their own people to break through. The atmosphere in the inn was tense, and the people who entered and exited the hall and backyard hurriedly finished their equipment and packed their belongings.

Xiao Yanran watched them busy, and she didn't even mean to stand up at all. Taking advantage of this moment, Du Shuyan leaned over, gently supported his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Are you okay?" ā€

Xiao Yanran nodded perfunctorily: "Have you seen those people?" ā€

Those innocent merchants and county magistrates were crowded in the corner of the lobby, desperate and helpless watching the others busy.

"Gotta take them away."

Du Shuyan simply sat down next to him: "Save it, they probably don't even plan to take you and me away." ā€

"If that's the case, it's easy to do, let them lead the enemy away, and we can swagger out the back door."

"You're right," the cold blade lightly pressed against Xiao Yanran's neck, and Zhao Yong sneered, "Let's go, lead the way." ā€

Xiao Yanran stretched out her hands and motioned for Zhao Yong to sit down opposite, that irrefutable action was not an invitation, but an order.

Zhao Yong was stunned for a moment, the jealousy he had always had for this person in his heart shook him, and he sat down vigilantly, putting the knife flat on his lap, wanting to hear what he would say.

Du Shuyan breathed a sigh of relief, flicked the silver needle in his hand with his fingertips, and got up to stand aside in case Zhao Yong made any other moves.

"Brother Yeli, please come over for a while."

Gan Ming grabbed Ye Lihe and said in a low voice: "This person is scheming, don't be fooled." ā€

Yeli laughed loudly: "At this time, they are all people in the same boat, so why not listen to it." ā€

"If you want to get out of here alive, you'll have to listen to the guide."