Chapter 575: You Must Live! (Page 1/1)

In winter, the grassland is yellow, and a heavy snowfall has just made the yellow grassland wear a white coat.

In such weather, cattle and sheep will freeze to death, and herders will find a place to hide from the wind and snow to minimize the loss of white plague.

But in the vast white world, there are a few war horses galloping. Not far from them, there were dozens of horsemen desperately chasing, and the two teams of men and horses chased and fled into the distance.

If you look closely, you will find that the nostrils of the war horse are constantly spewing white gas outward, and even in winter, a layer of fine beads of sweat has appeared on the body of the war horse.

Obviously, these horses have reached their limit, and if they run down, they will fall to the ground. But the few horses that fled in front of them couldn't care about anything else, and they were still desperately whipping their horses.

One of the riders approached the leader and shouted, "Shadow! No one can escape if they continue like this, so I'll resist them for a while! ”

After saying that, the man slowly lowered his horse's speed and turned around and rushed towards the pursuers. His eyes were full of determination, not only was he not a little afraid, but there was also a look of madness.

Shadow tried to stop his companion, but he swallowed the words that came to his lips. Along the way, there were already six companions who blocked the Jurchens' pursuers in this way, and they were able to escape until now because their companions were using their lives to give them a chance to live in the future.

Resisting the urge to turn back, the shadow roared loudly: "Drive! The war horse accelerated forward again, although it could not last long, but if it could run for a while, there would be more hope of survival.

The speed of the war horse was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow that blocked the enemy rushed to the front of the Jurchens. The Jurchens who caught up with the shadow did not have half a point of joy on their faces, on the contrary, there was a lot of panic for a long time.

I saw the shadow tugging on his chest, "Woohoo! White smoke came out of his chest. The Jurchens hurriedly turned their horses and wanted to dodge, but the already tired war horses were a little sluggish.

"Boom!" A loud bang exploded on the shadow's body, and the pursuing Jurchens were killed on the spot. The remaining horses were frightened, some fled, and some simply fell to the ground.

The pursuing Jurchens were suddenly in disarray, and they could no longer pursue the enemy. The surviving Jurchens were speechless for a while, and they were somewhat unaware of the enemy's madness.

I'd rather be blown to pieces, than pull the back of the Jurchens. These people are obviously different from the timid and fearful Ming people in their cognition, and the ruthlessness on their bodies is not much worse than that of their Jurchens.

Encountering such an enemy was enough to give anyone a headache, and the Jurchens could only stop and gather their horses, rest and simply trim before pursuing.

Anyway, the grassland is covered with snow, and the enemy can't run far at all. It will be easier to catch up with the tired opponent after a while, and then it will be the time for the Han people to pay the price.

Shadow's real name is Geng Wanxin, and he originally ran a pharmacy at home. He had a good business and was quite wealthy, with a pair of children and a virtuous wife.

But the appearance of the Jurchens destroyed all this, and he still can't forget the scene when his wife hid him in a water tank, but he and his children were tortured and killed by the Jurchens.

When he was captured as a slave by the Jurchens, Geng Wanxin used the poisonous mushrooms he found to kill more than a dozen Jurchens and fled to Changsheng Island.

When the Shadow recruited, he resolutely chose to join. The belief in revenge has always supported his hard training, especially with poison.

Because of his ordinary appearance, he was not noticed, and he often solved his opponent silently when he shot ruthlessly, so he was nicknamed a shadow.

Geng Wanxin glanced at the remaining six people around him and said, "Black Bull! The three of you immediately dismount and hide, and wait for the pursuers to pass before heading south back to Immortal Island. ”

"Captain! What about you? It's better for the captain to hide, and I'll go and divert the pursuers! Iron Bull said immediately.

"Leave us alone! We'll go north and then east, as far as we can to the sea. When we return to Changsheng Island, remember to ask the adults to look for us at the beach where we have been! Geng Wanxin and the three of them marched towards the north with six war horses.

The three who were left behind carefully cleaned up the footprints left behind, walked a little south, and then hid in the snow.

The Jurchens' pursuers soon caught up, and they stopped where the shadows had divided their forces, and then pursued them to the north.

The three black bulls waited for the pursuers to go away before they got up from the snow. They wiped the liquid from their faces, whether it was snow or tears, and walked south.

"Captain! You must live, we will definitely save you back! The black bull swore to himself.

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Zhang Wei drove very fast on the ice, and when he arrived at the place where he was connected, he changed into an ordinary carriage and headed south.

In Anshanwei, he plunged headlong into the mountains, followed the road he had traveled back then, crossed the Jurchen defense line all the way south, and appeared in Fuzhou.

Li Yongfang was drugged all the way, and it wasn't until he was imprisoned that Changsheng Island came to his senses. It was as if he had a nightmare that he would never wake up from, and he became a prisoner in the blink of an eye.

And he was also a prisoner who could be executed by a thousand knives at any time, and such a contrast almost made him crazy on the spot. But he never had the courage to commit suicide, otherwise he would not have been the first to surrender and become a traitor.

After Gao Qiliang, the sixth Taibao of Jinyi Wei, and Cao Huachun, the prison guard, learned the news of the capture of Li Yongfang, they were almost crazy with joy.

This is the first rebel general to be captured alive, which is of great significance to Daming. Not only can Da Ming raise his eyebrows in front of the Jurchens, but it can also deter those who have hooked up with the Jurchens.

This operation is completely revenge on the Jurchens, and it is estimated that the active spies on Changsheng Island can be stopped for a while.

Zhang Dou didn't make this limelight, he had already made a big move, and the ability of the shadow would make some people tremble.

In case it arouses the suspicion of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, the gains outweigh the losses, so the folding of the Jinyi Guard is the first merit, and Zhang Dou and the superintendent Cao Huachun are the merit of planning.

The two who had received meritorious service in vain naturally had no objections, and Gao Qiliang personally led the team to escort Li Yongfang to Beijing.

If you want to send Li Yongfang to Beijing before the first day of the first month, the time is still a little rushed, so Gao Qiliang immediately went to Beijing with a song.

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On the Changbai Mountains in the northeast, in the snow-covered primeval jungle. The three Jurchens led their horses and complained as they went, and even experienced old hunters would not go into the mountains in such a season.

They did not dare to disobey the military order, so they could only move forward in the snow. Especially since the snow here is knee-deep, and it will be difficult to move an inch with every step forward.

After walking for a while, the water vapor from the mouths of several people had frozen a thin layer of freshness on their beards and eyebrows. Several of them stopped and began to look around where they could rest.

Just as they stopped to observe, a figure emerged in the snow, its crossbow bolt aimed at the enemy.

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