Corpse Country.

The twilight is low, and the evening breeze blows away the heat of the day, bringing a hint of autumn.

Wang Ji got out of the car, looked at the afterglow on the horizon with his negative hands, and felt gloomy.

The three riding slaves have not yet returned, and I am afraid that they will be more than lucky. That ranger named Zhang Wei really lived up to his name.

He knew that this might be a trap, and he was ready to evacuate Luoyang, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so difficult, and he actually chased him all the way, and he was actually a never-ending momentum.

In this case, I had no choice but to do nothing. He has already affected the reputation of his younger brother Wang Chang, and he can't bring trouble to Yanzhou anymore.

That's what life is all about. Once you have made a choice, there is no turning back, you can only go one way to the dark, even if there is an abyss ahead.

"Get a pen and paper." Wang Ji said in a low voice.

"Father?" Wang looked at his father in bewilderment. The servants are preparing to set up camp, and many things have not yet been placed, so what are you going to do with pen and paper?

"I'm going to write to your uncle."

Seeing Wang Ji's solemn expression, not like a joke, Wang Mo didn't dare to do anything, turned around and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his bag, and personally went to the stream on the side to get water and sharpen ink for Wang Ji. Wang Ji looked focused, sat on the ground, and wrote stroke by stroke. He writes unfast, the pen in his hand seems to weigh a thousand pounds, and every word drains his vitality.

The sun went down, the sky was dark, Wang Ji hadn't finished writing, Wang Mo lit the lamp. In order to prevent the lights from being blown out by the wind, he used his body to block the wind and waited for Wang Ji to finish writing the last word.

Wang Ji looked at it again, dried the ink, carefully folded it, stuffed it into a wooden box, tied it with silk rope, filled it with sealing mud, and covered it with his own private seal.

"Child, take this, go to Yanzhou, and find your uncle."

"Father, what about you?"

"I still have a little more to do." Wang Ji touched Wang Mo's head. "Go, let's go now, there's still time to get to Yanshi's accommodation. If I haven't arrived at noon tomorrow, you don't have to wait for me, go directly to Yanzhou as fast as possible, and don't delay on the road. ”

Wang Mo was frightened and pale. Wang Ji didn't say anything to him, called two loyal house slaves, and ordered them to escort Wang Mo to Yanzhou. The house slave bowed down to receive the order, and Wang Mo left with tears rippling in his eyes. The others saw it in their eyes and knew that Wang Ji had already made a decision, and they were afraid that there would be a big battle tonight, so they all gathered around.

Except for the two concubines and a small slave, the others were all young and strong with fierce expressions, and there were more than thirty people in total. Among them, there are a few people with unusual appearances, and the gap between their legs is extraordinarily large, and they are the Huns and Xianbei people who are used to riding horses on the grassland.

"A few Luoyang rangers, they can't set off any storms." Wang Ji said lightly: "Kill them all, and count the merit first." ”

"Whoa."

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Han Long galloped over, turned over and dismounted, took advantage of the horse's momentum to rush forward a few steps, and rushed to Cao Miao's horse. "Prince, the king machine is in front of the Heng clan gathering. In all, there are more than thirty young and strong, everyone has horses, and at least one-third of them are brutes. However, there are not many people wearing armor, at most three or five people, and it is the simplest two-dang armor, without a cloak or the like. ”

Cao Miao and Zhang Wei exchanged a look. Wang Ji didn't enter the county, didn't enter the post house, and chose to camp in the wild, which made it clear that he wanted to fight. After more than 30 years of war, the area around Luoyang was barren and sparsely populated, and most of the limited population was concentrated near the county seat. Chasing them all the way, they didn't look like they were in Beijing, but like they were exploring in the primeval forest, and they didn't see a few pedestrians. After it was getting late, there was not even a ghost.

This kind of place is the best place to kill people and rob goods. After killing someone, even burying the corpse is exempted, and the corpse is thrown in a random place, and it is eaten savagely without even a chance to decay.

"How? Do a job? Although Cao Miao was a little drumming in her heart, her face was not revealing anything.

Zhang Wei said lightly: "This place is very good. It is said that the Heng family gathering is the place where the strong men under Tian Heng killed themselves, so that Wang Jiheng's corpse is here, and the ancients are companions, which is worthy of him. ”

Han Long smiled: "I'm afraid that the ancients are unwilling." This kind of hypocrite, who stinks for ten miles, smells worse than a corpse. ”

Zhu Da and the others laughed, looking calm, and they were not at all nervous about being outnumbered. They are all rangers in the sheep market, in order to fight for territory, slashing and killing is commonplace, and no one knows if they can survive until tomorrow.

"Xiaoru, you have experience, how to fight?"

Zhang Wei looked into the distance and thought for a moment. "The other party is prepared, and the sneak attack is afraid that it will not succeed, so it can only be attacked. Prince, for the sake of safety, you had better stay out of range so as not to be accidentally injured. ”

Cao Miao smiled. "How many casualties do you estimate?"

Zhang Wei frowned slightly. "There are brutes who are good at riding and shooting, and the difference between the number of enemies and us is more than half, and casualties are inevitable. If everyone wore armor, maybe it would be better. In a hurry, I couldn't find the armor, so I could only gamble, and I couldn't let the king run away. ”

"What if it's an ambush?"

"Ambush?" Zhang Wei's eyes flickered, and he pondered for a moment. "If you wait for work and take advantage of it, the casualties will naturally be much smaller. Just ......"

Cao Miao waved his hand and said to Han Long: "Listen to Ah Hu, you are good at stealth assassination?" ”

Han Long smiled. "Okay."

"Let's try?"

"Okay." Han Long readily agreed, looking at Ah Hu and Qingtao behind Cao Miao. "With whom?"

"Me."

Han Long was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face froze, and then he shook his hand. "Prince, by no means. I know that the prince is strong in martial arts, but this is not an open competition, but a risk. If something goes wrong, I'll kill me. ”

Cao Miao looked at Zhang Wei. "You're in ambush on the periphery. The others don't care, they must not let Wang Ji escape. Can it be done? ”

Zhang Wei hesitated for a long time, looked at Cao Miao, and then at Han Long, not knowing what to say.

Cao Miao smiled and took out a pair of short knives from the bag on horseback. "Ah Hu, you follow me. Han Long, I suggest that you cooperate with Zhu Da, it will be much safer to have a release. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force it. With that, he jumped off his horse and got into the grass on his left.

Ah Hu didn't say a word, jumped off the horse, held a big shield in his left hand, and the divine knife made by Pu Yuan in his right hand, followed, and grabbed Cao Miao in front of him in a few steps. Han Long and Zhang Wei glanced at each other and nodded in unison.

"Zhu Da, you cover Ah Long, if there is anything wrong, send a signal for help."

"Okay." Zhu Da stuck a bone chopping knife in his waist, took a shield from a ranger, and walked into the grass on the right side of the road. Han Long followed. The two of them quickly disappeared into the grass one after the other.

Zhang Wei looked back at Qingtao. Qingtao didn't speak, just nodded. Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed in his eyes, turned around and called a few rangers, arranged for the guerrillas on the periphery, interception, and prepared to forcibly break through.

"Auntie, you follow me."