Jiaoyun Village goes to the cold water hole, about 120 miles away. The trail is rough and becomes more difficult at night. So, make as many trips as you can before dark.

According to the plan, the lightly armed horse exploration team should rush to the blacksmith village more than 40 miles away from here before dark. Tip it up there and keep going.

If all goes well, the expedition team will rush to the windmill pass, which is more than ten miles away from the cold water hole, in the second half of the night. Take a break there. After daybreak, the expedition team spies the entire day to spy on the cold puddle.

The main force will strive to rush to the vicinity of Shigu Village, ten miles south of the windmill pass, before dark tomorrow, choose a place to hide, spend the day, recuperate, and then rush to the cold water hole after nightfall tomorrow night.

As he spoke, the ten members of the exploration team galloped up the mountain road. Xie Yucheng has a good physique, while Niu Er is thin but full of toughness, and he was okay at the beginning. But after walking for about twenty or thirty miles, the two of them obviously couldn't keep up. The probe team had to slow down.

As a result, by the time we arrived at the blacksmith village, it was already completely dark.

Chapter Forty-Nine: Windmill Pass Gambling House

The crescent moon hangs on the top of the mountain in the distance.

In a forest outside the blacksmith village, everyone untied the bamboo tube rice on their backs and ate it indiscriminately, and continued to walk in the darkness of the night after taking a nap.

When passing by the village along the way, many dogs barked wildly. In some densely populated villages, there are even one or two hundred dogs, and groups of people are chasing and intercepting people walking at night.

When a pair of green eyes floated under the black roadside corner fence bridgehead, accompanied by bursts of barking and screaming. The spectacle makes you almost suspicious of being in the primeval jungle in the dark night.

Fortunately, the team was prepared, and sprinkled dog food again and again, and when the dogs fought over the bones and the dog ate the dog, the team quickly got out and left. In this way, I hurried and hurried, and when I reached the vicinity of the windmill pass, it was already dawn.

The shadow of the mountain overhead and the color of the trees on the side of the road are gradually faintly recognizable. The third brother who walked in front retreated, saying that a few miles ahead was the windmill pass. The place goes forward, until the cold water hole is densely populated for more than ten miles, and it is not suitable to swagger across the border in the early morning, so as not to startle the grass and snakes. It's better to take a break and go in batches after dawn. So, the crowd went into a mountain col and a forest.

Xie Yucheng and Niu Er were already exhausted and close to prostration, when the exploration team found a dry place in the mountain forest and told them that they could rest. The two of them were paralyzed like a puddle of mud, and they fell asleep when they fell asleep.

Dreams are sweet and short-lived. The midday sun shone through the gaps in the branches, waking Xie Yucheng from his sleep.

Birds chirp in the woods, and insects chirp in the grass not far away. Xie Yucheng got up and found that the third brother, Qiao Feiyan and the others were gone, and only a tanma named Lao Ha was left, sitting on a tree stump seven or eight feet away, and was holding a bamboo tube to eat.

Only then did Xie Yucheng realize that his stomach was gurgling.

Each person brought five bamboo tubes for rice. Two pork fried rice, last night's dinner and today's breakfast; The other three rice are stir-fried with salt and can be stored for a longer time.

Xie Yucheng didn't eat breakfast, and now he still has four bamboo tubes. He took out the bamboo tube that was used for breakfast, opened it and smelled it, and found that the fried rice in oil prepared yesterday afternoon not only did not smell at all, but was more fragrant. However, the oil was lard, and it had been hidden in the back basket, and it was cool under the trees in the mountains, and the oil had solidified with the rice.

Xie Yucheng looked around, and saw that there was no trace of a fire around, and it seemed that they didn't have a fire either, and they were wondering how to heat the rice, when they suddenly caught a glimpse of a large stone nearby, which was white and white by the midsummer sun, as if it was about to melt. He walked over and opened the bamboo tube and let it open to the scorching sun.

Perhaps it was the reason for the anxiety of waiting, at the foot of Lingtou Mountain, far and near, the original faint partridge cry became clear at this time: I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it.

Seeing that the lard was rapidly melting and the rice grains in the bamboo tube were becoming shiny, Xie Yucheng flipped through it with his chopsticks, intending to eat, when suddenly a gunfire rang out in the direction of the windmill pass.

The old man seven or eight feet away got up in a hurry, Xie Yucheng also walked over quickly, and the two of them followed the bushes and looked vigilantly at the mountain road in front of them.

The shrub branches swayed gently, and the sun was white and bright, and the eyes were scorching. There was a barking of dogs in the distance, and in a short time, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps on the mountain road ahead.

Through the gap in the bushes, I saw a detective horse stumbling out of the curve, chasing a few dogs and a dozen guys with guns.

Nicknamed the chicken coop, this tanma got its name from his unkempt hair. It was drawn from the village before the departure yesterday, and it is said that he has good skills.

Xie Yucheng and Lao Ha glanced at each other, and invariably took out their guns, trying to aim at those pursuers from a distance.

After a while, the chicken coop fled to the front, and several vicious dogs also chased after him, and saw that a yellow-haired dog was about to pounce on his legs.

Lao Ha, who was hiding behind the bushes, made a move.

The chicken coop was overjoyed when he saw this, and stammered and shouted: "Old, old brother......"

Lao Ha didn't answer, he got up, moved quickly forward behind the bushes, and fired the box gun in his hand again and again, so that several dogs were drenched in blood, and with their tails between them, they turned around and ran.

Xie Yucheng also fired a shot, but did not hit any target.

Seeing this, a few guys chasing after him stopped and looked left and right in a panic, and after a while, one guy was shot in the shoulder. Only then did they come to their senses and threw themselves into the bushes by the side of the road.

The dense bushes in front of Lao Ha stumbled for a while, and the chicken coop came out of it, and sat on the ground with a butt on the ground, gasping for air.

Through the gap between the branches and leaves, Xie Yucheng saw that the pursuers and a few dogs all turned around and ran away at this time, running farther and farther, and disappeared at the corner of the mountain road in a blink of an eye.

"Yo ho, this wilts?" Lao Ha looked at the direction of the mountain road, a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with a bang, he spit out a blade of grass on his mouth.

"Chicken nest, what's going on?" Lao Ha turned his head and stared coldly at the chicken coop, "Who are those people, why did you come back alone?" What about Brother Niu? “

"......" the chicken nest was speechless.

"Old Brother Ha, this place has been exposed, and it is not appropriate to stay for a long time. We must move immediately. Let's talk about this when we get to a safe place. Xie Yucheng interrupted Lao Ha's words, and his vigilant gaze turned to the mountain road in the direction of Windmill Pass.

"Mr. Xie is right," Lao Ha nodded, but he said worriedly, "But, what if the pretty boss or the third brother come back and can't find anyone?" “