It was getting dark.

Xiao Liu, who has been a coolie for a day, can finally rest for a while.

According to the previous plan, they were going to escape tonight while the Tartar was asleep, and it was clearly not the time yet.

"Brother Afang, is there no problem with Uncle Seven?"

They are all villagers of Taoyuan Village, and they are very familiar with each other.

Uncle Seven's legs and feet are not very neat, and Xiaoliu is worried that there will be problems when he escapes.

"Don't worry, let's get out of here, I'll take everyone out and set up a few bamboo rafts, it won't take long. We all sat on the raft and went down the river, and by the time the Tartars found it, we had already run away. ”

Xiao Liu nodded with satisfaction: "Brother Afang, you are reliable." ”

"Don't talk about it, the province is attention-grabbing. If you have to rush at night, let's rest first. ”

The captured strong men lived in the Qing army camp, so that they could be monitored.

A dozen of them slept in a tent, close to each other.

Many people are accustomed to defecating and defecating in the tent, and as soon as they enter the tent, Xiaoliu smells a strong smell of feces and urine. The smell is disgusting when mixed with the smell of fox and foot odor.

Xiao Liu almost threw up, but he held back after holding back.

He is the only one living in the tent where he is a villager from Taoyuan Village, so the target is relatively small.

Those who have five or six, seven or eight Taoyuan Village villagers in a tent, have a big goal when they take action.

But this is originally a matter of gambling, staying will definitely die, and gambling will still have a chance to live. Normal people know how to choose.

Xiao Liu found a corner and curled up, he didn't dare to sleep, he could only squint his eyes to recuperate.

Time is so hard at this moment.

Xiao Liu could even hear the laughter of the Qing army, and at this time it was obvious that the Qing soldiers had not yet fallen asleep, and it was not the time to escape.

According to their plan, they had to wait until the camp was completely silent before they could escape.

There were three shifts of Qing soldiers patrolling the camp at night, and there was a brief gap between each other.

This is still the result of Xiaoliu and Brother Fonfang's careful observation, so they naturally have to make good use of it.

They had to take advantage of this brief break to escape the camp and join up in the dense forest not far away.

Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless.

Bless me for my escape from the clutches of the Tartars. I just want to live, is that wrong?

I don't know if it's because I'm too tired during the day, but before I knew it, Xiaoliu actually fell asleep.

In the dream, they returned to Taoyuan Village, the old cattle at the entrance of the village flicked their tails comfortably to drive away mosquitoes, the children fished in the stream by the stream, and the old man and the old woman sat by the mill at the entrance of the village to enjoy the coolness.

Everything seems so pleasant in the sound of buzzing cicadas.

Xiao Liu ran over excitedly to say hello to everyone.

"Seventh Uncle, Aunt Fang..."

As soon as he approached, the pair of old men and women showed their hideous fangs, and they laughed wildly and threw themselves at Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu was startled and instinctively stepped back.

"You're not Uncle Seven, Aunt Fang..."

He turned around and ran, only to find that the villagers he had just seen had conjured into skeletons, flesh falling from their bones and blood dripping all over the ground.

The stubble on the bones of the white Sensen was clearly visible, and there were even traces of sword slashing.

There are also skeletons that have no head, but they can make strangely low sounds.

"Give me back my life, Zhao Xiaoliu will give me back my life..."

"I didn't kill you, I didn't kill you!"

Zhao Xiaoliu responded aggrievedly.

"It was because of you that we were all killed by the Tartars. You let us escape, you forgot? ”

This voice is Uncle Seven's, although he has turned into a skeleton, Zhao Xiaoliu can still distinguish the voice!

"Uncle Seven, how can you blame me. The escape was discussed by everyone, and besides, it was proposed by Brother Alfon, not me! ”

Zhao Xiaoliu argued.

The skeletons were getting closer and closer to Zhao Xiaoliu, and he tripped over rocks in the process of escaping and fell suddenly.

This fall woke him up.

It turned out to be a dream!

Zhao Xiaoliu touched the sweat on his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

Why did he suddenly have that dream?

Why did Uncle Seven keep saying that he killed everyone?

Could it be because when they were escaping, they were found and captured by the Tartars, and their heads were cut off and their hearts were gouged out?

Hiss!

Zhao Xiaoliu gasped.

"Bodhisattva bless, I just want to run for my life. Just give me a chance. ”

Zhao Xiaoliu folded his hands and read silently a few times, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be late at night.

He hurriedly got up, walked lightly to the door of the tent, lifted the curtain and poked out half of his head.

The camp where people came and went during the day was very quiet at the moment, and Zhao Xiaoliu could even hear the crackling sound of the bonfire burning.

Oops! Now, Brother Alfon, have they fled?

They're not going to leave him alone, are they?

It should take some time to build a bamboo raft, and he should be able to catch up.

Zhao Xiaoliu's mind was running rapidly, and he gritted his teeth and decided to escape while the night was falling.

If you don't run at this time, tomorrow morning, when you see that most of the people in Taoyuan Village have run, you will definitely interrogate Zhao Xiaoliu.

Rather than being forced to die at that time, it is better to take a gamble.

If they can meet Brother Afang, they are naturally the best, if they can't, Zhao Xiaoliu also decided to run for his life alone.

When he was arrested to be a strong man, Zhao Xiaoliu didn't have time to bring anything with him, and now he is just a gourd filled with water.

He carefully put the gourd around his neck and walked out of the tent with his feet padded.

Zhao Xiaoliu looked up, and the dark night sky was shining with stars.

It's beautiful!

Unfortunately, he did not have time to appreciate such beauty, and trotted all the way out of the camp.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or bad luck, Zhao Xiaoliu happened to run into a team of patrolling Qing soldiers when he ran out.

Fortunately, he found it in time and stopped his steps.

A few more steps out, and he had nowhere to hide.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoliu was hiding behind a stack of haystacks, holding his breath and not even daring to come out.

In the silence of the night, the crisp sound of the scales of the Qing soldiers' armor colliding was so clear, like a life talisman.

Brother Fonfang, Uncle Seven, they should have fled, right? They should be setting up a bamboo raft in the jungle at this moment? They should be waiting for themselves, right?

Zhao Xiaoliu's questions were one after another, and he silently recited the blessing of the Bodhisattva in his heart.

Finally, the patrolling Qing soldiers went away.

Zhao Xiaoliu tried to listen, but he couldn't hear the footsteps.

He held his breath and poked out half of his head to look, and sure enough, it was empty outside, except that it was pitch black.

He had a cup of tea and had to run out of the Qing army camp.

Zhao Xiaoliu took a deep breath and clenched his fists to cheer himself up.

"I want to live, I want to live!"

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