In the dark, Zhou Min rode on a big green donkey with some trepidation, holding the SF knife in his hand, and couldn't help but look around at the figure of the Chinese knife in the crowd.

I don't know when it started, once there was a little wind and grass on the road, she would instinctively look for such a figure:

White teeth, handsome nose, and gestures, all different from anyone else.

The figure is neither strong nor weak, and it exudes an indescribable smell all over its body, which makes people unconsciously fascinated.

The face is white, the fingers are delicate, and he has the childish face of a rich boy.

However, under such a face that is easy to misunderstand, there is a powerful heart that is afraid of bandits, bullies, and brocade guards.

It's not just her, it's not just one of these feelings, it's the true voice of the entire huge convoy, from the beginning to the present.

Yes, at first glance, he is indeed a boy like a doll.

But as soon as he stands up, the one in front of him, even if it is a tiger, and everyone is behind him, he will not feel fear and panic.

Just like now, in the darkness where he could barely reach his fingers, he just gave a gentle order, and these more than a hundred carts, carrying countless goods, provisions, and men and horses, walked quietly in the cold and windy wilderness, without a trace of restlessness.

"Sister, are you afraid?"

Zhou Min looked around, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at He Yuyan, who was also riding on a big green donkey.

As a woman who had gained trust in the convoy and was one of the few women in the tour with a certain amount of force, the two of them were assigned to the servant women's camp as soon as they set off, and were given provisional full jurisdiction.

"Shhhh

He Yuyan said, definitely glaring at her in the dark.

Zhou Min knows and can feel it.

For some reason, now she has more and more intuition that the sister in front of her seems to have a lot of unusual Jianghu atmosphere. Especially when something happens, her demeanor that bursts out instantly is very sophisticated.

As a disciple of the Wudang faction, he still followed Zhao Youtian a few times before he fell ill and lost his memory, and Zhou Min was still very sensitive to this feeling.

It's just that I don't know why this Sister He deliberately hides these breaths on her body.

Could it be because of Childe?

Zhou Min thought about it, and couldn't help but feel a beat in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look around.

Who knows, in the night, this time He Yuyan suddenly took the initiative to ask:

"Sister Min, did you see the red lady in the convoy, why haven't I seen her all the time, is it possible that Gongzi didn't bring her back?"

Zhou Min pursed his lips and smiled secretly, and replied in a low voice:

"Did she say goodbye when her troupe wasn't in the mountains?"

Childe said she could leave at any time. No matter what she does, I know that she is not with us, no, with Childe. ”

In the quiet sound of rolling wheels, He Yuyan became silent again.

Unconsciously, the outline of Qixian County became farther and farther away, and when it finally disappeared on the horizon, the sky gradually became transparent.

At this moment, the convoy also happened to pass through a small hill on the plain.

The small hills of the plains are generally no more than a few meters high, and the highest is more than ten meters, and even some large trees cannot compare.

He had been exploring the road hundreds of meters ahead, rushing out of the hills with a cold air, and then beat his horse past Zhou Min and his servant camp, and went straight to the Wendao behind the convoy.

After a while, the whistle sounded for the camp.

More than 100 men and horses of the 1st and 2nd Reserve Battalions immediately took action, while directing the battalions to camp between the hills, and at the same time assisting the miscellaneous battalion to arrange more than 100 carts in order between the hills into a simple defensive formation, and unloading the mules and horses, feeding them with water and replenishing forage.

The 35 guards began to disperse and patrol around the camp.

Wen Dao took Li Goudan and climbed the highest hill, and took out his binoculars to look at the surrounding wilderness one by one.

The first thing that caught my eye was the hard-working mountain boy who was as hard as a hunting dog, and his outpost scouting team scattered in all directions in a tree-like posture. Their black shadows, from large to small, on the whitening wilderness of the Great Plains in early winter, are like moving ants, dotting this ordinary morning.

I didn't expect this Ming army, who had taken refuge in himself, to unknowingly glow with such a dazzling performance.

Sure enough, there are no defeated soldiers, only defeated armies!

I am not afraid that there are no good soldiers, but I am afraid that there is no good army.

Wendao sighed, and his eyes suddenly froze:

Well. Why did they suddenly start retreating again?

Not good, there is a situation!

Wen Dao hurriedly turned the telescope, and just extended a little farther away, the lens was full of yellow sand, and black shadows swept towards this hill.

"Li Goudan, go back quickly, let the camp quickly prepare for battle!"

As he spoke, Wen Dao couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

This time, I'm afraid I'm really in trouble.

Regardless of whether this overwhelming number of people and horses swept in, whether it was an official army or a thief, from a distance, there were almost endless heads of people everywhere in sight, and such a huge number of people was not something that his small convoy could resist.

This time, it has already kept up with the last encounter with Zhang Nai's eight hundred thieves, and it is not the same!

Li Goudan looked at the knife and saw that he had never looked dignified, and he was also frightened, so he climbed onto his big mule in a panic, and ran back like crazy.

After another moment, the telescope could finally get a rough view of the flags waving in front of the rolling people.

Hmph, sure enough, it's Li Zicheng's army again!

Wen Dao snorted coldly, took his eyes away from the front banner with the word "Chuang", and looked at the other hunting banners:

Colorful flags with a lot of surnames written on them.

But the most are still written with two banners, "horse" and "king".

"Ma and Wang, who are these two?"

Wen Dao frowned, took out the manual in his arms and looked at it, nodded and said secretly:

The time and place are right, then they must be Ma Guangyu under Li Zicheng, and the king of Xingshi is loyal to the kingdom......

Thinking about it, Wen Dao suddenly raised his head:

In this case, behind them, there must be Sun Yingyuan and Huang Degong, the chief military officers of the Beijing battalion who were ordered to go out of Beijing to reinforce and suppress bandits!

"Childe-"

An anxious shout interrupted Wen Dao's thoughts.

When I turned my head, it was the mountain baby who had rushed back, looking at herself with a pale face, climbing up the hill with both hands and feet.

"Don't come up, hurry back to camp!"

As he spoke, Wendao jumped down, patted the mountain baby comfortingly, and asked:

"We've been walking since two o'clock in the morning, and we should have arrived in Xichuan by now, right?"