When Zhao Si heard this, he didn't think so, and raised his eyebrows, as if he heard the name of a wealthy man outside the city.

Genghis Khan? What's that?

With an "oh" in his mouth, Zhao Si continued to walk forward, but after taking two steps, the sweat on his forehead came down in a flash.

Mongol!

Like a rabbit that had been poked in the sore spot, Zhao Si jumped a step towards the side of the street, his whole body was tensed into a bow, his frightened eyes looked at the group of people following him in panic from his round eyes, and his hands tightly grasped the iron ruler pinned to his waist, as if it was not an iron ruler, but a big knife.

"Who!? Who are the Mongols? Zhao Si's voice was a little funny because of nervousness, sharp as a eunuch.

"Shh His nephew hurriedly reassured him: "Be quiet, uncle, that guy doesn't know that I have seen through him, I didn't expose him when I took away this wrench, these Hu people are all brave people, once they break the kettle and want to fight with us, it is not a good place on this street, it is easy to cause chaos." ”

"So, what to do?" Zhao Si was uneasy and looked around: "What if they still have the same party?" ”

This can't be blamed for his cowardice, because at this moment it is wartime, the news of the Mongol invasion of the south is every day, and the refugees who fled from Henan have brought countless horrific stories, in the rumors, the Mongols are depicted as three-headed and six-armed, fur and blood-drinking, and infinitely powerful monsters, all of them can be used as ten, killing people like picking up grass and mustard, listening to the ears of these people in the south who have not been swordsmen for a long time, it is naturally a very terrifying thing.

Although Zhao Si is very strong on weekdays, he is as powerful as King Kong in the eyes of the ordinary people and the scoundrels in the market, but he is actually a straw bag with a strong heart, he is a horizontal person, but he is cowardly when he encounters someone who does not want to die, and when he hears the three words of Mongolian, he immediately sweats countless times.

"It's all locked, don't be afraid. If there are really comrades, they would have jumped out to save them a long time ago. His nephew is a person who has seen the world, and the vision and courage he has cultivated from the business background in the north and south make him behave more like a head catcher than Zhao Si at this moment, and he came up with an idea: "Why don't I go back first, Yu Ming Mansion, set up a safe arrangement in the mansion, and wait for my uncle to lead them back, and then come to catch turtles in an urn." Do you think so? ”

The two of them suddenly ran to the side of the road and muttered, which had already attracted the attention of others, and looked at them strangely, Zhao Si had no idea, and when he heard the joy, he nodded hurriedly, and his nephew ran away first.

And Zhao Si was forced to be calm, in fact, he pretended to be okay with trembling in his heart and continued to walk back with people, frightened all the way, lest a group of Mongolian craftsmen as big as orangutans suddenly jump out of the lively crowd on both sides of the street, shouting and slashing and killing indiscriminately with barbarian words that he didn't understand.

Fortunately, there was nothing to do all the way, and I arrived at the palace smoothly, and as soon as I entered the gate, the two heavy doors were slammed tightly, and from behind the wall and by the corridor, countless sergeants poured out, one by one, with knives and guns, bows and arrows, and surrounded the group of people who were escorted back from the outside.

Zhao Si cleverly flashed to the side, and shouted at the Xiangyang prefect who was standing on the high steps behind the soldiers: "Fuzun, Fuzun, Mongolian fine work is here!" Yes, there is! ”

His shout was like a starting pistol, and the soldiers who were facing the enemy immediately raised their swords and guns, and the bright blades of the soldiers forced towards a group of Hu people, and the inexplicable Wuyan and others were forced into a small circle.

The blade of the spear was pressed against the Adam's apple of Uyan Hulihan, and an inch further forward could pierce through it.

Wuyan Khan has come down, why, if you fight in the Great Song Dynasty, you will be killed?

He hurriedly beckoned his guys to all kneel, knelt in front of him and kowtowed: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, my lord, we are Khitan merchants, Khitan merchants, not Mongolians, misunderstanding, I have Kanhe, I have a guide, ...... here"

Before Uyan finished shouting, he felt as if something was wrong.

Behind him, there seemed to be a figure standing still, and the burly figure cast a big shadow on the ground, as dignified as a mountain in the swords, guns, swords, and halberds of the forest.

Who is so kind? I don't know how to be soft when I suffer a loss.

Wu Yan looked back and was surprised to see that the new guy who had been rescued by himself from the river, Shi Mo Ruan, was squinting, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, standing there proudly, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Shi Mo, you still don't kneel!" Uyan is angry and anxious, is this the time for a moment of courage? You're not afraid of death, but don't bother everyone.

Shi Maruan changed his honest and dutiful appearance when he was on the boat, ignored his words, and didn't look at Wu Yan, but raised his thigh and kicked Wu Yan in the back.

Then he stepped on Uyan's body and stepped forward with his head held high.

The indomitable momentum, the fierce as a tiger, the indifferent expression on his face, and the Shi Moruan in Wuyan's impression, are like two people.

Uyan lay on the ground, completely stupid, what happened?

All his buddies are also stupid, is this still the same Shi Mo Ruan?

The Song soldiers who were surrounding made an uproar, and pressed the formation forward again, and the tips of dozens of spears moved from Wu Yan's throat to the big man who suddenly stood in front.

"That's him!" Zhao Si's nephew shouted at the right time, he stood behind the soldiers, next to the prefect of Xiangyang, pointed to the big man who stood straighter than himself without fear and shouted: "That wrench, even if it is taken down from his finger!" He is a Mongolian craftsman! ”

Mongolian finesse!?

The eyes of Wu Yan and the others were extremely wide, and the emotions of horror, surprise, anger, and fear were mixed in their hearts, highlighting their faces, which were convulsive expressions.

Shi Mo Ruan, who eats and lives with him for many days, is a Mongolian fine worker?

But it doesn't matter how they feel in their hearts, no one cares.

Everyone present focused their eyes on the Mongol Han who seemed to have no consciousness in the enemy camp.

The prefect of Xiangyang is a civil official, a thin old man with white hair, he is calm, and he flicks his sleeves: "Take it!" ”

"Slow!" The voice of the Mongolian Han was louder than him, and the real voice was like a bell, shouting out that the tiles in the hall of the government were shaking the earth.

Song Bing, who was holding a spear and forcing this person, unconsciously shrank backwards slightly, this big man's momentum was too fierce, although his height was not very high, about the same as ordinary Song soldiers, but he was strong in his body, and his arms exposed outside the sackcloth were twice the thickness of ordinary people, and he was bulging, and it was completely conceivable how the muscles of the body shrouded in the sackcloth were developed, if there was a blade in his hand, he was afraid that it would be even more terrifying.

The big man was surrounded by everyone, but as if he was not the one who was surrounded, there was no trace of fear and cowering, and after sweeping his eyes like a wolf, he stared at the prefect in front of him through more than ten layers of heads, and actually smiled.

The prefect's heart that was targeted by him was inexplicably churned, as if a worm flew out of the eyes of the Mongolian man and shot at himself, making a cold air permeate his body for no reason.

"I am Kublai Khan, the prime minister of the Great Mongolian Mongol Desert Han Land! Who dares to take me! Kublai Khan had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the words he shouted were extremely cold, he raised a hand and pointed at the prefect of Xiangyang: "Quickly take me to see your Jinghu envoy Jia Nidao, you can't afford to delay my trip!" ”

(End of chapter)