Even in the brightly lit modern age, the night is an excellent cover, not to mention that in this time and space, the method used by the pheasant slave is very stupid, but it works very well. Before descending the mountain, she buried the clairvoyant mirror and the huge mechanical watch in the earth, then jumped into the icy water, unexpectedly climbed aboard the last grain boat, killed the escort on it, changed into his armor, and that's it.

In the darkness, no one probed her appearance and expression, and no one even accosted her, so she slowly fell farther and farther away from the sergeant team in the escort car. It wasn't until a secluded place that she saw a void, and disappeared into the undulating tent, and like a civet, she bent over through the cracks quickly, getting closer and closer to the goal in mind.

It was a novel experience, the enemy was only a cloth away, she could clearly hear the teasing, arguing, and even snoring and breathing coming from the tent, and she could see the patrols with torches passing by from time to time, and the pheasant's heart was as calm as water, and the only thing that could attract her attention was the handsome flag swaying in the darkness.

The closer she got, the slower her steps became, her body almost pressed to the ground, carefully dodging any obstacles she might run into to avoid making noticeable noises. She had enough patience for this, because there was only one chance, success or failure would be her last experience, and at this moment the potential in her mind was stimulated to the maximum, and her senses of sight, hearing, smell, and sensation became extremely acute, and when she reached the back of a tent, she suddenly stopped and turned back suddenly.

There was darkness behind him, and he couldn't see anything abnormal, and the pheasant turned his head suspiciously, just now he heard a slight sound of footsteps, could it be nervous? Immediately put this seemingly ridiculous idea aside, if there was an enemy behind her, they didn't need to follow at all, a shout could make her doomed.

Crossing this tent, the pheasant slave's movements became more slow, her hands had reached the ground, she had to lower her body as much as possible to reduce the figure moving in the dark, at this moment the ears were no longer barely able to understand the northern Chinese, but the foreign accent of the grunt, although she couldn't understand a word, but after staying in the capital for so long, how could she not know who those people were? Raising her eyes slightly, the tall handsome flag was in front of her, and she was already close to the target she was looking for.

The pheasant slave's temperament is the calmer when she is in danger, so whether it is an assassination in Luzhou or a long street charge, she is not brutal, not to mention that this time it is a sacrifice of life, of course, an ideal result is required, so that it will not be in vain to leave this world with peace of mind in the end.

The closer you get, the more conspicuous the central tent becomes, for his brother has always been a strict ruler of the army, and his tent has always been surrounded by fierce battles, even at night, and the patrols around him will not stop. When she crossed the last stronghold, the pheasant slave calmly half-crouched on the ground, flanked by a smaller tent, the large tent in front was illuminated by torches, and at the entrance stood a row of Mongol warriors, whose faces could even be clearly seen by the light of the fire.

This was it, she unhooked the crossbow from her back, leaned sideways to pull the trigger, and snapped a swarthy crossbow bolt on. Although this was not her usual big bow, she was still very confident in terms of accuracy at such a short distance, and all she had to do now was wait, wait for the appearance of that target, who was the Tartar Commander's personal guard, and there was a great possibility that he would appear outside the tent, which was why she ventured in.

The camp of the Yuan people is not far from the river, in order to get water conveniently, hundreds of thousands of hedgehogs gather in one place, not to mention food, drinking water is the most important thing. In such a day, at night, the wind on the river would be a little stronger, and what had been a flat valley was suddenly occupied by a mountain of tents, and the wind shuttled through these tents, large and small, and heard a whimpering sound in her ears, as if to see off the last fragment of her life.

In such a state of mind, the big tent not far away was suddenly opened, and a tall and long man walked out, and when he turned to this side, he also said something to the guard at the door, although the pheasant slave couldn't understand, but his eyes suddenly condensed, because that face was buried in her mind for more than a month, so that she didn't dare to forget it. Without hesitation, the pheasant raised the Han Army-style crossbow in her hand, squinted one eye at the target in the distance, put his head inside, and put her fingers on the trigger, a cold metal touch reminded her that there was only one chance.

Since the big man's head was always moving, she had to try to control her head, staring intently ahead, until the other person's eyes turned to her direction, and the two of them seemed to be facing each other in the dark night, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pressed the trigger hard.

However, there was no sound of the spring stretching and the crossbow arrow in the air as she imagined, and the hand holding the trigger was suddenly grabbed by the other hand, and at the same time, her body was also thrown to the ground, making a low muffled sound, the pheasant slave couldn't help but be shocked, she immediately let go of the hand holding the crossbow, and a bull-eared sharp knife slipped into the palm of her hand and stabbed towards the other party's body.

"Don't make a sound, it's me." The sound in her ears made her movements stop in mid-air, and she couldn't believe her ears in a daze, which was even more incomprehensible than Brother Yu'er suddenly appearing in front of her, because the other party should be in Yidu, thousands of miles away.

"Master, why are you here?" The pheasant slave didn't know what to do, seeing that the enemy was dozens of meters away, she lost the opportunity to attack.

"You want to kill him?" Zheng Deyan glanced at the direction she was aiming at, lowered her head and said softly: "If you don't come, you are already dead, girl, follow the old man." ”

After that, she couldn't help but say, holding her crossbow cat waist and retreating to the rear, losing her weapon, the pheasant slave knew that it was useless to rush up, and was interrupted by the sudden change, so she could only restrain her mind, squatted up and followed the old man.

Following the direction of the road they came, they rose and fell in the camp one after the other, and when she reached the place, she found that this was actually the granary where she had entered, and that this group of charioteers dressed in the clothes of the common people were all known to her, and they were all from that small remote valley.

"Brother Lin, look at it, someone is coughing."

Zheng Deyan didn't introduce her to the people who came with her, but just told a man that there would naturally be no lights near the granary, and the man looked at this Han sergeant who was not tall, and he didn't recognize it at all in the dark.

"You hurried to Dadu that day, and the old man and the girl had been waiting for you since they finished the matter, but then I got the news that the messengers of the Song people were all killed by the Tartars, and only one person escaped. As soon as he heard their descriptions, the old man knew that it was you, so he had the idea of going on a trip. ”

In the enemy camp, the old man did not have the slightest politeness, and told the ins and outs of the matter, it turned out that this trip, they mainly escorted Yue'e back, and it happened that the Yuan people were sent in the Yidu area, so they took advantage of the relationship to send a village, in the name of sending military food to the front line, swaggered here, of course, the time was a little slower, and it was precisely because of this that they happened to catch up with this scene.

The pheasant slave wanted to cry without tears, she didn't know whether to thank the other party for appearing in time to save her, or to blame the old man for meddling and ruining her plan.

"Girl, I don't know what you lost in that city, but I think it should be a man, I don't know why you risked your life to assassinate that Tartar, I don't know what kind of blood feud you have, the old man doesn't have the time to persuade you anything." The old man shook his head.

"Do you think this is good, that enemy of yours, the old man will help you kill it, you take the people here, how many can escape. The road over there in Yidu has almost been cleared, if there is anything, Xiaolinzi can help you, the people here, and the people in the valley over there, whether you take them to rebel or live in seclusion, I will hand it over to you in the future. ”

The "master" pheasant slave looked up in amazement, and saw a pair of calm eyes that had been through vicissitudes of life.

"Listen to your master, the old man can be blinded when he dies." Zheng Deyan pressed her shoulder with his hand, "Girl, you are still young, it is not worth dying like this, no matter what kind of hurdles you encounter, you can get through it and it will pass." The old man has already lived enough, he didn't follow the four ladies at the beginning, he just couldn't let go of these poor people, and now that they can follow you, then there is nothing to think about. ”

"I can't, I can't let people die because of me." The pheasant slave shook her head helplessly, if she wanted to find someone, why did she throw the microphone.

"We're all voluntary, you can ask the people out there, would they be willing?" Zheng Deyan looked at her without letting go at all, "There must always be a reason for people to die, not for you, but for others, at least the old man looks at you pleasing to the eye, and you are a person who values affection, as long as you agree, this is not a vain death, it is a good deal." ”

"Okay, don't go out and meet them, and when you see movement there, you can light this place with a fire breaker, and then run to the river while there is chaos, and don't look back no matter what happens, swim across the river to a town on the other side, where your brothers will pick up, and you should know the kind of things they carry."

The pheasant slave listened to the old man in a daze, and arranged everything in order, but why did it sound so unpleasant. Until she was pulled out by the old man, she didn't know how things became like this, and the chauffeur man standing outside watched the sergeant being taken out, all of which were unknown, until the old man introduced them in a low voice, and the pheasant slave untied his helmet in a daze, and these people suddenly let out a soft cry.

"Uncle Zheng, let me go." When he listened to the old man's plan, the man he called Lin Ge'er jumped out first.

"Let's go." Immediately afterwards, one man after another took the initiative to ask.

"Don't talk nonsense, do you know who you're going to kill?" The old man waved to stop their actions, and everyone quieted down when they heard this, "Protect her, rush out, and burn incense on the grave in the coming year, which is to fulfill my filial piety." ”

The old man said he would do it, and walked out with a crossbow, everyone knew his temper, no one stopped him, and the pheasant slave saw that his figure was about to disappear, and couldn't help it anymore, so he rushed up and hugged him, saying that he wouldn't let him go, she was already carrying too much, and she really couldn't stand it.

"Girl, don't be like this, your master doesn't have a few years to live, and he can kill a few Tartars before he dies, it's worth it." Zheng Deyan touched her head, in fact, he was still reluctant in his heart, he had never seen such a talented girl, everything was like the fourth lady when he was young.

Hard-hearted to pull her hand away, but the girl hugged him again, seeing that if she continued to toss like this, she couldn't do anything, and the old man was about to ask someone to pull her away, when she suddenly heard a thunderous sound in the distance, and the sound was like shouting from the top of the mountain to the canyon, and it echoed one after another.

"Ali Hague, your grandfather is Jin Ming, you listen to Lao Tzu, your head can only be taken by Lao Tzu himself, and no one else is allowed to rob him, no one can him."