87 Feng Yi and they chased out for three or five miles before they stopped their feet, and they returned with a few mountain bandits, and if they chased down, there was no one to guard the prisoners caught along the way, and after a life-and-death struggle, they were too tired to chase. At this time, I have to sigh at the super willpower that people burst out when they are between life and death, and those mountain bandits who are also tired and running away are faster than rabbits, and they disappear in a puff of smoke.

After some checking, three of the dart masters on his side died, two were seriously injured, and Jiang Yueshi and Xiao Wu were seriously injured, Xiao Wu's flank bone was broken by a shot, which can be regarded as blocking the tip of the gun, although the wound is not very deep, but coughing up blood from time to time. Except for Ugulun and Fan Tuo in the back, almost everyone hung a lottery. What about the caravanserais? "It's been a long time since the damn was gone!" "Holy shit, are they good? If you throw away your goods and run away, why should Lao Tzu take his life to protect these miscellaneous things? The guys cursed.

Every once in a short distance, the corpses of one or two mountain bandits lay on the ground. Sitting on a stone by the side of the road, Ugulun sat on a stone with his right arm hanging limply, and his left hand laboriously beat a strip of linen cloth into a dead knot, looped it into a sleeve, and then put his right hand through the noose around his neck. "What's wrong, it's hurt?" Seeing this, Tian Chuying next to him hurriedly went to help him, and Wu Gulun waved his left hand, "It's okay, I shot in a hurry just now, and I lost my strength from the strain." ”

Feng Yi looked at the dead guy on the ground, and couldn't tell whether he should be happy or sad at this moment. Looking around at the crowd, most of them were excited, they escaped death, and they also won the mountain bandits, at this time, they just recovered their strength, laughing wantonly and venting, exaggerated expressions and movements, and relieved the remaining fear.

Several men were beating a group of prisoners who were crouching on the ground and holding their heads in their hands, and one of them was not known whether he had been beaten badly or was injured from time to time, and his mouth was spitting blood. "Almost, stop fighting." Feng yelled, and those guys gradually stopped and walked away scolding.

"Fuck, it's the same guy who robbed us last time." Wang Huzi pointed to a person and said. There were seven captives who were caught, and a young mountain bandit was sitting on the ground, and Feng Yi had an impression of him, the one who hit his flying knife. This kid's kung fu is good, and he made a few moves with Feng Yi, but unfortunately he didn't expect Feng Yi to have such a hand, but he still dodged the first knife. At this moment, the knife in his lap was gone, it was pulled out, and he didn't know where to throw it, and he stared blankly at the people around him.

Feng Yi looked at him, his heart moved, and he called the two brothers to step forward, "Alas, you! He pointed to a mountain bandit who was kneeling on the ground, "Come out and come with me." The mountain bandit looked at Feng Yi in horror, hunched over and got up, "Uncle, spare your life!" I didn't hurt anyone! "Shut up!" Feng Yi raised his leg and kicked him one by one, "If you are told to go, you will follow, and if you talk too much, you will be killed." The man trembled and walked with Feng Yi and a fellow to the distant woods, walked nearly thirty steps, and came to a big rock, Feng Yi pulled out a knife, grabbed the man's hand and pressed it on the rock, "Lao Tzu only asked once, who is the descendant who injured his leg?" Who is he? If you say a word, I will cut off your hand, and if you talk nonsense, I will cut that hand! Got it? The man nodded in fright, his legs shaking. You've said it, I'll ask someone else, and if you say something different, I'll cut your hand. ”

"It's the young master! He's a young master! It is the son of our Dongjiazhai master. The man hurriedly said, "What about the others?" What are they called? pointed one by one and whispered, who is the leader who came out this time? How do you know we're here? Where is the cottage? How many more people? Who are they? Say it slowly. Remember! If you speak differently from others, what will you do, think it out for yourself. ”

"I say! I'll be honest! Uncle, you have to spare me! The man spat out beans and said one by one. Feng Yi stared at the man's eyes for a moment, then withdrew the knife. At this time, Wugulun and Fan Tuo also came over, and they arrested another person to ask, the answer should be similar, but Feng Yi couldn't remember it, but he knew that he had arrested a young village master.

After taking away the bandits, several people gathered around to discuss. "I'm afraid I have to leave quickly, beware of them moving troops back." Feng Yiyi, several people nodded. "Dongjiazhai is not far from here, and if you are fast, you can call back and forth in a day and a night. We walked slowly with the car, and we had to move quickly. ＂

The path between the mountains and mountains, the same winding and twisting, walked Feng Yiyi and his party on the mountain road, they hastily buried their three companions, and set off with the wounded. Unlike the road they came, they turned on one of the forks and took another road, they did not go north to the road back to the city of Zhou, but turned northwest to go to the farther distance of Luoquanjing, although Luoquanjing is a town, but there is a lot of salt production in that place, there are many large merchants, and its prosperity is no less than that of Ziyang County.

After Feng Yi and the others discussed, they thought that the mountain bandits in Dongjiazhai would almost certainly chase after them. Not counting the injuries, there are seventeen or eighteen mountain bandits who died this time, and revenge is certain! This also includes their second master, Hu Erge. In addition, there are these captives, and if the great master sits on that chair, he will not ignore his brothers, and will not let them be taken away and remain indifferent, not to mention his son Dong He, his only son.

For Feng Yi, what to do with the captives? Killed? Or is it put? Does it work? If you kill it, it will be useless except for forming a mortal enemy. And this is not in line with the morality of the rivers and lakes. Besides, who will push the cart without captives? In addition to money, there were wounded people in the car. So Feng Yi, what they have to think about is how to go back? Speaking of which, there are several main roads they can choose from: First, continue to the destination, Fushunjian in the south, this road is the closest, and it can be reached in almost a day. But this road is closer to Dongjiazhai, only half a day away, and the mountain bandits who escaped earlier should have run back to report the news. If you go in this direction, you will most likely collide. Even if they missed, they still had to go back, and the wounded brothers had to recuperate and stay in someone else's land? This is not feasible. The second is to return to the state city by the same route, and it will take three days to go back here, at this speed? It's normal to be caught up and slaughtered. The other places to go were too far away, and the road was steep, so they thought of a third way, to go to the spring well! You have to walk for four days, but when you get there, you may have a basic guarantee of safety, there is a waterway, and you can reach Zhuxi Town by boat no more than 100 miles downstream.

The walking bandits struggled in the middle with carts loaded or carrying the wounded, each with a hemp rope tied to his waist, the other end of which was tied to the wheelbarrow, followed by a knife-carrying dart man.

There are more than 100 mountain bandits in Dongjiazhai, located in Hushan in Shaoxi Mansion, and the main business is to rob the caravans of the past on weekdays. The village was originally not called Dongjiazhai, it was called Lijiazhai, it was the foundation handed down by the ancestors, and it was served by another group of people two years ago, and it was renamed Dongjiazhai. Today's owner of the village is surnamed Dong Minggui, and his son's name is Dong He, who is this young mountain bandit who was injured in the leg. Feng Yi asked Dong He alone, and he was the only one among these captured mountain bandits who knew what was going on with the Changfeng Dart Bureau's dart this time. The peers in Baizhou City gave it a letter from the Hengtai Dart Bureau. What dart to protect, where to go, how many people, and when to set off are clear. The three dart bureaus in the state city reached a consensus, and they joined forces to destroy him, the newcomer, who was muddy.

Fan Tuo frowned, "With such a move, do you think you will be caught up?" You wouldn't guess we'd go this way, would you? He seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact, he was asking Jiang Yueshi on the side. Scarface's leg was badly wounded, and the trouser tube of his left leg was tightly tied with strips of linen, full of congealed blood, and swollen to the point of being coagulated. At this time, he was sitting on a wheelbarrow with his eyes closed, and was pushed by a tall mountain bandit. Hearing this, Jiang Yueshi opened one eye, looked at Fan Tuo, and said viciously, "You mean that Lao Tzu dragged you down?" Then why don't you get out of here? Fan Tuo listened to the fairy and smiled, "Your mother, talking stinks better than farting." Just asked casually, if you are really caught up, Lao Tzu will definitely have to run, and may not be buried with you? When Jiang Yueshi heard this, she grinned, and without looking back, she pointed at the tall mountain bandit behind him who was pushing the cart and was so tired that he was panting, "Don't push faster, if you catch up, you think you will be saved?" Lao Tzu can't run, but Lao Tzu will kill you first, then you can still win! Hey, hey, hey! "Alas, didn't Huo Laosi rush back to the state city to report the news first? You ghost, why don't you say something unpleasant. Fan Tuo pouted.

They hurried all the way, did not go fast but did not dare to stop for a long time, and continued to hurry after sleeping for only two hours at night, and had already traveled for two days, and then there was another day and a night to reach the well of the spring. In the meantime, they had also met other caravans, and they had wondered if they should travel together and take care of each other. But Jiang Yueshi and Feng Yi both thought it was unfeasible and useless, so they should take care of it. One is that the other party is carrying goods slower than them, and the second and more important point is that if the mountain bandits chase them, they must be here to save people and seek revenge. I don't think there will be a caravan that meets in the water, risking death to wade through this troubled water. So they don't stop at all and hurry up.

Original, version - the right belongs to the slow hand Lao Zhang. Public-public-number: The end of the Song Dynasty is coming. The full release has begun.

In the middle of the night on the third day, except for the vigil, all the people, including the captured bandits, no longer cared about the dampness and mosquito bites, and fell asleep on the ground, and all of them fell to sleep. In a haze, Feng felt a tingling pain in his arm, and he suddenly woke up. "Someone's coming." A dark shadow lowered his voice, he knew it was Ugulun. "Get up, all of you, silence!" Feng Yi and Ugulun climbed a big rock, only to see a string of lights flashing in the darkness in the distance, it was a torch! Who would be in a hurry in the middle of the night in this wilderness? "What should come always comes." A sense of sadness rose from Feng Yi's chest. "Quick! Hide the car in the woods, be quick! Feng Yi was slightly relieved, and said hurriedly. The trees on this side of the road are short and the slope is a little steep, can you hide it? At this moment, there was a shout in front of me, coming! There was a dark sentry who walked in front, and Feng Yi and them had already been found in the dark. "Look at the captive, cut him at every turn!" "guys!" "It's a mess. The sharp and piercing sound of the bamboo whistle suddenly sounded, piercing through the dark night, echoing in the hollow.