This dense forest by the river is very gloomy, and on weekdays, woodcutters and hunters rarely set foot on it.

Zhao Xiaoliu ran to the dense forest in one breath, already panting and sweating profusely.

At this moment, there happened to be a wolf howl, which frightened Zhao Xiaoliu's legs and stomach and almost sat on the ground.

Damn, this is terrifying.

Don't be killed by the Tartars, but eaten by wolves!

After a fierce ideological struggle, Zhao Xiaoliu still decided to enter the dense forest.

After all, the Tartar is more ferocious and terrifying than the wolf.

He risked his death in the wolf's belly to gamble.

Zhao Xiaoliu didn't dare to light the torch when he took it out, so he couldn't see the road ahead clearly, so he could only touch the trunk of the tree and walk forward little by little.

The woods were very quiet, and Zhao Xiaoliu could even hear his heartbeat clearly.

Just when he was worried, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and Zhao Xiaoliu hurriedly followed.

At that moment, a man suddenly pounced on him behind him and struck him straight to the ground.

Then an old punch slammed into his nose.

"Ahh

Zhao Xiaoliu exhaled in pain, and blood flowed out of his nose.

"Little Liu?"

The man who punched him was stunned for a moment, obviously hearing the voice familiar.

"Brother Alfon?"

Zhao Xiaoliu also heard the other party's voice and was equally surprised.

"Is it really you, Xiaoliu?"

They couldn't see each other's faces clearly in the dark night, but the sound was so familiar that it could be said to be inseparable.

"It's me, Brother Afang, everyone escaped?"

"yes, we're making a bamboo raft, and we thought you'd been caught."

Brother Alfon helped Zhao Xiaoliu up, tore off a piece of cloth on his sleeve to wipe off the blood stains and plug his nose for Zhao Xiaoliu, and helped him walk forward.

"We're all waiting in front of us, thinking we're going to leave if you don't come again."

Zhao Xiaoliu said in his heart that it was fortunate that he came in time, and he would have missed it if he was one step too late.

After walking dozens of steps forward, Zhao Xiaoliu could already see the firelight.

It turned out that the villagers of Taoyuan who had escaped had lit a bonfire here and were warming themselves by the bonfire.

It's late autumn and early winter, and the evening is still very cold.

The young men are better, and an old man like Uncle Seven really can't stand the torture of the cold.

"Uncle Seven, Xiaoliu is finally here!"

Brother Alfongo said excitedly to the villagers.

"Ah, Xiaoliu is here, good, good! More than 50 people escaped from our village, quite a few. ”

Zhao Xiaoliu felt uncomfortable when he heard this.

There were originally hundreds of people in Taoyuan Village, but dozens of them were taken away by the Tartars to make strong men, and most of them would not have escaped death if they had not escaped in time.

"Uncle Seven, we are not really safe yet, wait until the bamboo raft is tied up and we will go down the river. As long as we can see the army of the country's surname, we will be safe. ”

"Yes, yes!"

At this moment, a man covered in tendons and flesh said to Brother Afang: "Come here and take a hand, the bamboo raft has been tied, let's carry it to the river." ”

Brother A Fang and Zhao Xiaoliu hurriedly stepped forward.

"One, two, three, up!"

With the joint efforts of everyone, they finally lifted a bamboo raft and walked towards the river.

"Be careful, don't hit your feet!"

They carefully lowered the raft and then carried a second one.

They built a total of five bamboo rafts, and one bamboo raft can seat about 10 people, just enough to fit all the more than 50 villagers.

Taoyuan Village is on the edge of the Yangtze River, and most of the villagers have good water skills, and building bamboo rafts is a basic skill, so they can tie up bamboo rafts in such a quick time.

However, this is also a beautiful day, not long ago there was a thunderstorm, thunder split a lot of bamboo. Good

The villagers of Taoyuan Village can directly pick up ready-made ones.

"Little Liu, you weren't discovered by the Tartars when you ran out, right?"

"How is that possible, I can run faster than a rabbit!"

Zhao Xiaoliu said proudly: "But I fell asleep, if I hadn't woken up from a nightmare, I'm afraid I would have really made a mistake." ”

"What dream?"

Brother Alfongo asked casually.

"Well, I don't remember this very well, it's a nightmare anyway."

Zhao Xiaoliu swallowed and spat, "Let's not talk about this, hurry up and get on the bamboo raft and run." When the morning dawns, the Tartars will definitely send someone to chase after them. ”

"Hmm."

Brother Alfongo nodded.

Now they take advantage of the night to go down the river, and the farther they run, the safer it is.

The Tartars were afraid of the army of the country's surname and did not dare to act rashly.

As long as they run to the country's surname, they will be safe.

"Let Uncle Seven go up first."

Zhao Xiaoliu suggested.

"Okay, anyway, there are enough rafts for everyone to sit on!"

The group helped the elderly villagers such as Uncle Seven onto the bamboo raft, and then pushed the bamboo raft to the surface of the river.

"Uncle Seven, don't look back and keep going!"

After sending away the seventh uncle and the other old and weak, Zhao Xiaoliu and Brother A Fang and others pushed the second bamboo raft to the river.

Four bamboo rafts were pushed away in a row, and only ten people remained.

They dragged the bamboo raft into the river, and then jumped on the bamboo raft one by one.

When the bamboo raft drifted down, Zhao Xiaoliu finally collapsed tiredly.

"We've finally escaped!"

"yes, we've finally escaped."

Zhao Xiaoliu and Brother A Fang looked at each other and smiled, smiling so brightly.

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In the early morning, a misty smoke rose from the Yangtze River, and the soldiers in the camp of the Ming army's sailors sat together.

The men are burying the pot to make rice, and the fragrant white rice porridge exudes an enticing fragrance, accompanied by sticky cakes and pickles, and it is a hearty breakfast.

In the tent of the Chinese military commander, the coach Zheng Chenggong is carefully checking the map.

The map in his hand is a detailed map of Anqing Mansion, and there are detailed records as small as a pass.

He looked very carefully, drawing in circles on it from time to time.

Soon they will enter the territory of Anqing Mansion and will inevitably engage the Qing army.

Zheng Chenggong hopes to be able to incorporate everything into the plan as much as possible, so that he can deal with it calmly without being impatient.

"Your Highness, if you catch some spies, do you want to be executed on the spot?"

At this time, the soldiers came to the account and reported in a deep voice.

"A spy in the East?"

Zheng Chenggong hesitated for a moment and said, "Bring them to me." ”

"Yes!"

It was normal for the Qing army to send sentinels to investigate, and Zheng Chenggong thought that he would use this opportunity to ask for some useful information.

After a while, the soldiers tied up the Qing army spies.

Zheng Chenggong took a closer look, these spies were dressed in tatters, and some were even very old, which didn't seem to match their identities.

"The national surname is Ye Mingjian, we are all the people of Taoyuan Village, and we ran out of the night after being caught by the Tartars, we are not spies."

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