"Huh."

The pheasant unbuttoned the straw rope on her shoulder, stood up straight, and held on to a tree trunk panting heavily.

But she could not rest, and when she was out of breath, she immediately crouched down, found a suitable place between the trees, and began to dig with the steel knife in her hand. Because the tools are not in hand, this is an extremely tiring work, and the vivid and quiet can not be too big, for fear of startling the birds in the forest, if the Yuan people find out, then it will be difficult to escape.

I don't know how long it took, a shallow pit finally became a shape, the pheasant slave gestured with his hand, he should be able to lie down, so he stood up again, grabbed the straw rope on the ground with both hands, leaned back with both feet, and slowly dragged it up, and at the other end of the rope was a corpse, a Han, not young, sergeant corpse.

She originally wanted to drag the corpse directly into the pit, but the person hadn't gone in, and the floating soil that she had finally dug out brought the body in, she had to stop, knelt on the edge of the pit and dig out the soil again, the knife was too long to use, she simply threw it away and grabbed it with her hands, the frustration in her heart became heavier and heavier, and she wanted to cry regardless of it, but she couldn't, because this was the enemy area, and the Yuan people were very close to her, so close that they could see it at a glance.

Desperately did all this, sprinkled the last handful of soil on it, barely able to cover the corpse, and then dug up the weeds back one by one, which roughly covered up the line of hiding, as long as it didn't rain, the Tartar didn't bring a hound when he searched the mountain, it shouldn't be found, she was so tired that her hands and feet were weak and she sat on the ground all of a sudden, leaning against a tree and staring at her eyes wide, what should she do next?

This is the fourth pit she dug today, and the first three are far away, even if she goes back to look for it now, I'm afraid she will forget the location. This is also the last one, because beyond that is the Great River, which has reached the end of the Tartar barracks, and then, she has no bottom in her heart, and instead there is a deep despair!

It has been three days since she arrived here, and she arrived in Ezhou four days ago, and after sneaking into the city, she found that there was no one she was looking for, so she came here according to the tips of the subordinates who came back before, but what she didn't expect was that this was a military camp, a military camp with no boundaries and far more people than she imagined.

So she attacked the first scout, a middle-aged man in his forties, and after asking him what she was looking for, he slit his throat without hesitation. The strange thing is that the Yuan people reacted very slowly, until she buried the corpse, took his horses and weapons and dry food, and walked up the perimeter of the camp, but she didn't find that the Yuan people were aware, so there was a second, a third, until the fourth, that is, the second person killed today, only to find out that the Yuan people had made a move in a short time, and what made her extremely disappointed was that whether it was the Mongols or the Han army, it was not the person she was looking for.

The next fifth, Yuanren's reaction finally reached a normal level, a fan-shaped search surface ending in her rushed towards her, there was no time to bury the body on the spot, she could only use the extra horse to carry the owner who had just been killed by her, and ran all the way for dozens of miles, almost to the territory of Huangpi County, only to get rid of the pursuers, the enemy did not give her a chance to fight hard, and the person she was chasing was still not the person she was looking for.

When the neighing of men and horses came from the bottom of the mountain, the pheasant slave did not hesitate to get tired, and turned and rolled into a cave that had been covered beforehand, and the entrance of the cave was not large, and it was thanks to her petite body that she could get in. Listening to the sound of footsteps outside, the birds perched in the forest were startled one by one, and when she opened the grass and looked out, those fierce faces were almost in front of her, and all the pursuers walked in front of her eyes one by one, but still did not find the face engraved in her memory.

This time the search movement was bigger, the duration was longer, the Yuan people did not let go of the cave, to the most dangerous time, she had to prop up her body outside a hanging cliff, only to be able to avoid the enemy close at hand, if it was not for a belief to support, at this moment she could not hold on, and when the search of the Yuan people ended, there was no movement above, she forced her hands and feet that had been out of strength, climbed the cliff, and lay on the green grass, her body did not want to move at all.

It seems that this method does not work, even if someone is brought out in the end, she is not sure to kill it, even at the cost of her own life, because there are too many Tartars, and the combat power is even better, if it is not for the sneak attack, any of the six people killed by her can fight her head-on, not to mention that person is the personal guard of the Tartar Khan, the elite of the Mongols!

Do you want to stop there? She never thought that this trip was a journey to death, Brother Yu might be long gone, and Jing Niang would also go with him, what was the point of her living? Besides, she must do it when she says it, and now she just wants to hurry up and complete her mission, and she can see him one last time on the Naihe Bridge.

Time was running out, and after regaining some strength, the pheasant slave slowly stood up, took out the clairvoyant mirror tied to his waist, and looked down the mountain. It was getting dark, and torches were lit everywhere in the barracks, and in the light of the fire, she was amazed to find that there was suddenly an extra fence on the outskirts of the camp, and along the fence there were gates and checkpoints, all of which she remembered distinctly had not yet appeared yesterday.

What's even more palpitating is that a team of patrol horses wandered around, looking at this frame for fear that it would last all night, the pheasant slave adjusted the angle, and slowly moved the camera to the center of the camp, in the handsome flag erected high, a huge yurt is very conspicuous, if there is the commander of the Tartars, then he must be surrounded by the people he is looking for.

How to get close, the pheasant slave's mind kept turning, she has been used to messing around in the barracks since she was a child, and it is clear what the situation is in, although this is the military camp of the enemy country, but the general rules will not be wrong. If you want to blend in quietly, it's not enough to just rely on a shirt, a casual interrogation will make you exposed, not to mention, generally speaking, the sergeants of the same team are from the same place, and they can be said to know each other well, and it is basically impossible to hide from them.

Sneak in, get close to it, and then there will be a chance, and the pheasant slave was completely moved by this idea, and with this thought, she began to look for that possible opportunity, as long as she entered the barracks, because it was about to get dark.

The camera shifts from one camp gate to another, and the ubiquitous patrols show how alert the Tartar is, unaware that this alertness is of her own making, and the chances become slimmer and slimmer, until the camera occasionally shifts to the direction of Yangluo Castle, where a special team catches her attention.

The main gate of Yangluo Fort is facing the direction of Macheng, although there is a natural barrier such as Dabie Mountain, but if the enemy enters Huaixi, the mountain will become an obstacle, and the current situation is similar, Yangluo Fort fell into the hands of the Yuan people, they should be vigilant not only against the enemy in the lower reaches of the river, but also behind the mountain in the distance, which is the real threat.

The security in the camp was strengthened, and some corresponding measures had to be changed, such as food, the daily supply of so many people was a large amount, and it was impossible to supply it through the city gate at the same time. Therefore, as soon as the grain ships transferred from Ezhou docked in the harbor in the fort, the grain would be unloaded by carts and transported to the camp through the streets passing through the fort.

"Uncle, listen to your accent, let's call Dongping's piece." A group of grain carts was being driven in the direction of the camp, escorted by a young Han sergeant, and driven by a very tough-looking old man, who was dressed in a coarse cloth jacket, and the long whip in his hand was waved from time to time, drawing a beautiful arc and striking the horse's back.

"Housheng, guess well, but a little farther, we are here to benefit, originally said to be sent to Xuzhou, who knows that the official there will not let go, insist that I go forward, this is not, all the way to here, if we go further, we will not be able to go home."

"No, the front is the territory of the Song people, don't dare to go any further, after sending these two trips, you can go back, we people still have to hold on for miles, I don't know when I will lose my life."

The old man didn't speak twice, the sergeant who escorted the car didn't know what he remembered, and he didn't open his mouth again, their cart was just a member of this team, seeing that they were approaching the gate of the camp, a few sergeants who guarded the door casually looked at the voucher presented by the person at the front, and then let them go, not that they ignored it, it was getting dark, and if they didn't hurry up to collect these grains, the camp gate didn't know when it would be closed, in case the Song people were really close to the left, wouldn't it be an enemy? Besides, the grain team came out of the Yangluo Fort, and the disembarkation and boarding were all checked, so there would be no danger at all.

"Unload the car inside, the camp has been sealed, I am wronged that you will rest here for one night, and go out early tomorrow morning." Perhaps because the other party's hometown was not far away, the sergeant escorting the car was very polite, pointed to the granary in front, and left on his own.

It seemed that the old man was the head of this group of chariot drivers, he reined in his carriage and beckoned the others to unload the grain into it, but his eyes were a little drifting, and he looked around casually. Behind him, one after another grain was pulled in, and at the back of each car sat a sergeant who escorted the cart, and they were the same as the man, and they sent the cart to leave first, and the old man saw them leave, until the last grain cart entered the camp, and saw that there was no one missing, and the old man immediately relieved his heart, but when the Han soldier who escorted the cart jumped out of the carriage and walked out, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his expression became very strange, as if he could not believe what he saw.

"Brother Lin, you take care of everyone, the old man will come when he goes." He beckoned to a driver, gave him a command, and hurriedly followed.