Relying on the cover of a hundred and ten pack horses in the clearing, Shang Cheng and Zhao Shishi were lucky enough to dodge the bows and arrows of the Tuqi people, and rushed into the woods with rolling belts.

But it's not safe here. The forward cavalry of the Tukutz had already arrived in front of the station, and with a whistle, more than a dozen horsemen turned around their horses, swords and bows in their hands, and whistling in their mouths, towards the woods where Shang Cheng had just disappeared. Before the man and the horse reached the edge of the clearing, six or seven arrows rose up in front and back, drawing a curved arc in the air, chasing the backs of the two people.

The two men did not dare to look back at all, and bent their waists, desperately turning left and right in the woods, not giving the Turquoise cavalry a chance to aim.

They kept running towards the deepest part of the woods.

This forest is not big, less than five or six miles from north to south, only three miles wide from east to west, and there are few tall and straight trees such as pine, cypress, and fir tree in the forest, and more are miscellaneous trees such as elm, willow, locust, and peach, which grow both short and dense; The more people look into the woods, the more difficult the road becomes, sometimes there is hardly a gap between the three or two trees, and there are all kinds of tree branches wrapped around the leaves and flowers, people can't distinguish between east and west, north and south, and the two people can only rely on listening to the shouts and shouts of the Tuqi people behind them to decide the direction of their escape......

By the end of the day, they had lost the strength to listen to the movements of the people behind them, and they were just trying to run for their lives. Both of them had tense faces, their eyes staring at the front, their noses wide open, their mouths snorting and panting, their faces covered with sweat and sludge, and they couldn't help but walk on their legs. Their old sheepskin jackets had long since been thrown away, their jackets and trousers were full of freshly torn cuts, their faces were scraped out of thin blood channels by tree branches, and their foreheads, cheeks, neck, chest, and placket were full of dust, mud, and spots. They ran desperately through the roadless woods, until the green trees and shrubs that kept crossing before them suddenly turned into a wall of ochre-yellow rocks......

…… They had run out of the woods and to the very edge of the river.

They had to stop, gasping and looking at this cliff that was far higher and steeper than the walls of Duanzhou Mansion, and a deep helplessness and despair suddenly filled their chests.

Is it over? That's it? At the moment when he realized that there was no place to retreat, Shang Cheng's hand involuntarily touched the short knife in his waist. This is something he bought from a grassland homeless man for twenty yuan in Beizheng County. The short knife is very sharp and very handy, and when he prepares a wedding banquet for himself, he uses it to cut the bones of pigs and sheep, and when he goes out to work, he uses it to defend himself; He also used it to carve two wooden dolls for his unborn son, both of whom he carried in his coat. Now the blanket is still left in the open space of the military station, most of the two wooden dolls can not be recovered, and the knife is still there, as long as he can live, he can always carve a lot of dolls for his son. He held the handle of the knife made of white copper, and smiled bitterly in his heart, one by one, he was afraid that he would never have the opportunity to carve the "Great Five Blessings" again.

But it's not entirely without a chance! Since the woods are so dense, the cavalry of the Tutu people can only dismount if they want to kill them, without the help of the horses, there is no condescending advantage, and then they run all the way to chase down, these people will not have much strength left, and now the deer is dead who has to say who has to say!

He drew his short knife one by one, maybe the people of Tuqi would not have driven so far for the sake of two packmen, right? And he didn't seem to hear their deep voices for a long time...... Maybe they didn't chase after them at all?

He slowly turned around with luck and hope.

There were no Tutzi in fur hats and leather armor in front of him, only rocks large and small that had been weathered off the cliff face, only ochre-yellow earth with sparse green grass, and only blue skies. There were a few clouds floating in the sky, and they were as white as sheep. The gurgling Youliang River is still as clear as it gets, like a transparent ribbon in the Seventy Mile River Road. The breeze that swept across the river road was mixed with the smell of various flowers in spring, and carried the smell of dry dust in the air......

The dagger slipped to the ground unconsciously.

He was saved! He's safe for now!

After realizing this, his tense nerves immediately relaxed, and his limp legs and feet could no longer support his body, and he slowly sat down against a huge stone more than two people high. Now he felt the tightness in his chest, and his head swelled and ached, as if it was about to explode. He was like a man who was suffocating and dying, his chest rising and falling violently like a busy bellows, and he was breathing desperately with his mouth and nose wide open.

He gasped for a long time before slowly recovering from the heightened tension. He looked around, Zhao Shishi's face was unusually ruddy, and there seemed to be a fire dancing on his cheeks, leaning against a stone half-sitting and half-lying to gasp. Stone's companion was hit by two arrows in the thigh as he fled, and they had to leave him. And Uncle Zhuzi...... Uncle Pillar ......

He swallowed hard.

Uncle Zhu is dead, he was killed in front of him by the arrows of the Tututs. The scene of Liu Laozhu's fall involuntarily came to his mind: clusters of arrows with flesh and blood, bloody throats, and senseless struggles......

He buried his head deeply, as if trying to avoid the tragic image in his mind.

But more images pounced on him. Uncle Zhu was the first person he met in this world; In front of him, Uncle Zhu always maintained his respect for him; Uncle Zhu thought everything for him, and even risked his own net worth and life to set up his identity and household registration for him; Uncle Zhu also gave him a good courtyard in the photo, and Zhang Luo found a good daughter-in-law for him. Uncle Zhu Zi is almost meticulous to him, and until now, he still owes Uncle Zhu 7,350 yuan, which is one after another in the major events of starting a house, marrying a daughter-in-law, and buying a pack horse, Uncle Zhu has lent him one after another, and has never mentioned to him the matter of repaying the money, even if the Liu family is difficult, Uncle Zhu Zi and Yue'er will not mention a single star in front of him......

He realized with pain and sadness that he had now lost a friend and elder who was not a relative, but who was more like a relative!

But now is not the time for sorrow, let alone revenge! Revenge must be avenged, but not now!

The first thing he had to think about was how to get out of the immediate danger.

It's certainly not a place to stay!

He stared at the military stations and official roads a few miles away.

Because of the distance, the men and horses inside and outside the station were only the size of ants; These "ants" are busy everywhere, regathering pack horses and reloading goods. There was a column of "ants" outside the fence of the station, and another row of "ants" stopped behind them; The "ants" in the back row seemed to make some moves, and then the first row of "ants" suddenly crawled down...... On the official road that passed in front of the military station, a black line stretched from the end of the Sichuan Road in the north to the end of the South Sichuan Road, and it was the horse team of the Tuqi people. This is five thousand people? Or 10,000 people? Or is it more? No matter how many people there were, the Turbidians were about to start searching and clearing up near the station. This time it will definitely not be like just now, teaching him and Zhao Shishi to have a chance to escape easily.

As if to prove the correctness of his reasoning, three columns of people suddenly appeared on the white and shaky open field outside the military station, and then an ant in front of the queue seemed to make a gesture, and the three columns of soldiers entered the woods in three groups: left, center, and right.

No way! You can't stop any longer, you have to go quickly!

He asked Zhao Shishi, whose face was gradually normal: "Is there any road here that can go back to Yi County without taking the Guangping Post Station?" ”

As if he hadn't heard his words, Shi just stared at the "ants" on the military station and the official road with a blank face, and it wasn't until he asked a second time that he lowered his head and thought about it, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

"Where is the closest military village to here?"

“…… Such as its village. We can go there......"

Shang Cheng immediately shook his head and rejected the stone's suggestion. He would rather take a huge risk now and go to Guangping Village at the Nanchuan Road Crossing thirty miles away, than go to such a village. As soon as anyone sees the endless stream of Turquoise troops on the official road, they should know that most of the village is over. But he also wondered in his heart, when the Turks invaded on a large scale, why didn't Ruqizhai light a beacon fire to warn the south?

"In addition to Ruqizhai, which other military village is closer to here?"

The stone said: "Guangping Fort, and Nanzheng County." After saying two words, he gradually thought about the current situation, and immediately added, "Hurong Village in the north is also a big village, even if you go there, you must go like its village; If you don't go like its village, you can only go over the mountains in front of you one by one, but the road is too far. ”

Shang Cheng wrinkled his brows and thought for a moment. If its village can never go, Hurong Village can not go, and there is no way to avoid the path of Guangping Station, it seems that you can only go south first, and then slowly look for an opportunity to escape after arriving at Guangping Station. If he could slip past Guangping, he would not go to Beizheng County, but immediately took a small road and rushed back to Yi County. Looking at the scale of the Sudden Exhaustion Horse Team, and then thinking of the first large village of the Yanshan Border Army, such as its village was silently trampled by the enemy, he always felt that Beizheng was not safe. He concluded that the target of the Tuqi people this time was not Duanzhou City, but it must be the military depot camp outside Yixian and Yixian County; Maybe it's both.

Thinking that Yixian was likely to become the target of the Tuqi people, he immediately urged Shi to get up.

Go to Guangping Camera first and move; If you really can't do it, then go over the mountain! Even if he climbs, he has to crawl back to Yixian County, where his relatives are!

It was still broad daylight, and they didn't dare to approach the official road at all, so they could only run from the edge of the Liangchuan Valley to the Guangping Station.

As they walked, they prayed to God in their hearts that the Turbidians would not take Quang Binh Fort so soon.

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