…… Struggling to escape from the cold palace where the fire spread rapidly, Fang Wuying suffered two more burns. He frowned, helplessly looking at the bleeding wounds on his body, his head and face were blackened by smoke, and the whole person was embarrassed.

", it's a mess!"

He cursed, slowly finding a secluded spot and turning on the communicator.

After a long time, Lei Jun's voice came from there: "Captain Fang? ”

"I'm still in Daming Palace." He said succinctly, "Where are you?" ”

"We have left the palace and approached Li Heng's team." Lei Jun's voice was mixed with channel noise, "We want to test it, it's best to gain their trust—how about Su Hong?" ”

"Lost."

"Huh?!"

Fang Wuying changed his posture to make the arm on his hand less painful: "She was captured by the rebels, and I didn't protect her." ”

“……”

"I'm going to save her tonight." Fang Wuying said, "I'll go and investigate the camp of the rebels." ”

"How are you? Are you alright? ”

"Got a little hurt." Fang Wuying paused, "They wanted to burn me, but they didn't succeed." ”

“…… Don't act rashly, we'll figure it out after we meet. ”

"Nope." Fang Wuying flatly refused, "She was lost in my hands, and it should be up to me to find it back - besides, the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes......"

Before he finished his words, everyone knew how dangerous it would be for a woman to fall into the hands of the Hu people.

"Have you heard Xiaowei's whereabouts?" He asked again.

"Well, it's also on Li Heng's side."

"Then you will meet first." Fang Wuying said, "I'll go to you when I rescue Su Hong." ”

"Well, be careful yourself."

Turning off the communicator, Fang Wuying simply took off his armor, and the heavy metal was on his body, which made his injured body even more inconvenient to move.

He has never been accustomed to wearing armor, since Murong Chong's time, he loves convenience and speed, those are the sworn enemies of armor, for this bad habit of not liking wearing armor, during his early training, Fu Jian reprimanded him more than once, in Fu Jian's opinion, if he does not wear armor, it is equivalent to going to death.

But this time I went to save people, so I didn't think about it, sneaked into the camp, rescued people and left, which didn't require much protection.

The torrential rain stopped, the sky slowly darkened, and Fang Wuying finally found the outside of the palace, this large camp of the Turks.

He hid behind a low bush.

The Hu people who came and went spoke Turkic, some were carrying baggage, some were carrying buckets, and some were carrying looted goods from the palace. Occasionally, he could hear the cries of women......

Turkic is a language that they are less exposed to in their usual training, and it is only a small part of Fang Wuying's understanding, although he was also born in the northern nomads, but the language systems of the two are not close, and the unique vague and deep post-tongue sound of the nomads in the Tang Dynasty sounds like an African tongue twister that is difficult to distinguish in Fang Wuying.

Anyway, let's go into the camp first.

Rebel battalion.

Thick clouds were pressing in from the west, and the sky was a little dark. Rolling thunder rang from the distant sky, and purple lightning tore through the leaden sky from time to time, like a scar whipped by a ferocious leather whip......

Several high-ranking Turkic generals stood outside the camp, they looked ahead from afar, on the gray wasteland, a group of soldiers on horseback, holding whips in their hands, their movements were soaring, whirling, the dust raised by the hooves and leather whips was almost half in the air, and the war horses under their crotches raised their heads and neighed magnificently......

Behind one of the horses, a man was dragged.

The man was bound by a long rope and could not struggle, and the other end of the rope was attached to the horse, and the horse galloped forward, and the man was dragged to the ground and jolted. As soon as he got up, more than a dozen horsewhips hit him in the head......

The man was dragged and rolled on the ground by the horses, and occasionally trampled by the horses' hooves, and was now covered in bruises.

Seeing all this, one of the generals suddenly said, "Is it okay?" ”

The other also nodded: "The young general ordered not to die, this should be about the same." ”

"Speaking of which, the young general is really a god, how did he know that someone would come to rob the camp last night? How did he know that the people who robbed the camp would be so difficult to deal with, so that they had to dispatch the top masters of the major battalions in advance to prepare? ”

Hearing him ask, the other one laughed, and he touched his beard: "The young general has always been like a god, don't you know?" Back then, it was the major general who advocated raising troops in Fanyang, and raised troops with General An to clear the king's side——"

Before the words fell, the horse with the man galloped to the front of the camp, and immediately the soldier came down and walked behind the horse, the person who was dragged seemed to be unconscious, he kicked the man a few times with the tip of his boot, and when he saw that there was no response, he turned his head to the generals outside the camp and said: "Lord Qiyu, this guy has fainted." ”

"Drag it in and pour it with cool water. Although a heavy amount of poison has been given, don't take it lightly, this person is very powerful, and I heard that he can't be poisoned to death. After one of them finished speaking, he turned to the camp, "I'll go and inform the major general." ”

There was a white fog in front of me.

Fang Wuying wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't hear anything coming out of his throat.

He was in severe pain.

…… It seemed that every inch of the skin had opened its mouth, and those tiny bloody wounds seemed to have been scraped by a blade, and every inch of skin hurt, and the head was about to crack, and every bone seemed to be broken.

He has lived for so many years and has never been tortured like this. The pain oozed from the bone marrow little by little, like a sharp knife, the blade rustled and scraped his flesh.

And in the bone-chilling pain that made him almost faint, Fang Wuying vaguely heard someone humming a song:

Omotherdear,I‘msuchafreak,Amutantman,awomanunderneath,WhywasIbornatall?

(Oh, dear mother, I am so grotesque.) The deformed man, the woman at the bottom, why did he give birth to me? ）

…… Who's singing?

The tone is so familiar, Fang Wuying suddenly thought, he had heard this song, yes, and he had heard it many times...... By the way, I remembered that this is Yoko Kanno's CD, the episode of "Ghost in the Shell", which is his favorite record disc, which he bought when he traveled to Japan before, and the familiar man's whisper has lingered in his ears for a long time.

This disc has obviously not been found for a long time, can it be said that it has not been lost?

So, is he in his own home? Who's playing the record?

…… Or, sing the song by his side?

Fang Wuying's mind was in turmoil, and many memories kept pouring into his mind one after another: in the dark, he felt into the camp of the chaotic army, only to strayed into a trap, and dozens of Turkic people with knives appeared like ghosts and surrounded him......

No, not quite right...... He's not at home, he's not in modern society, he's obviously still in the Tang Dynasty!

Tang - Chao!

The English song continued to be sung in a low voice, and Fang Wuying only felt that his brain was extremely confused!

He opened his eyes suddenly!

The singing stopped. A gentle and steady man's voice sounded in Fang Wuying's ears: "...... Are you awake? Captain Fang. ”

That's Mandarin.

What greeted Fang Fang was a high tent. He rolled his eyes slightly, and immediately saw the armor on the soldier's body, shining with a cold and piercing light.

“…… This is...... Where? He heard a few broken syllables pouring out of his throat.

Disorder.

There was a soft laugh.

"This is the rebel camp, Captain Fang, you were captured by my design."

The voice was gentle and lovely, as if he was joking, and Fang Wuying struggled to focus his almost sloppy gaze on the face of the man who spoke beside him.

So, in the dim light that came through the cracks in the tent, he stared dumbfounded at the speaker's face!

“…… Xiaopeng?! ”

For a while, Fang Wuying thought that he had fallen into a dream!

He wanted to get up and grab the man to prove that he wasn't looking at an apparition! But as soon as I exerted my strength, the sharp pain spread throughout my body!

Fang Wuying fell back into the cotton cloth.

"Captain Fang, your injuries are not healed yet." The other party's expression was very concerned, "You can't push too hard like this." ”

Fang Wuying didn't seem to be able to hear him, he only stared at the person in front of him: "...... You're really Xiaopeng?! Are you Shi Yunpeng?! ”

The young man in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on his young but weathered face.

"How did you end up like this?! How did you end up here? ”

After saying these two sentences vigorously, Fang Wuying only felt dizzy, he couldn't stop wheezing, and his body shrank into a ball.

"Well, don't push too hard......," the young man seemed a little embarrassed, "the wound medicine has been applied, and I don't know how many bones have been broken, now you can only rest—"

Before he finished his words, his arm asked Fang Wuying to grab it!

“…… Su Hong," he gasped, "Is she here with you?!" ”

The person who was caught by him looked at him with a wonderful gaze, and the expression on his face was strange and indescribable.

"If you say it's Concubine Mei, she is indeed in my hands." Suddenly, he smiled, "But I won't admit that she is my sister Su." ”

“……”

Fang Wuying's gaze seemed to penetrate the heart of the person in front of him, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "...... Who are you?! You're not Xiaopeng! ”

Looking at him, the young man shook his head slightly: "I've changed my name, guess what I'm called now?" ”

A smile appeared on his face as if he were playing a game.

"Forget it, you can't guess anyway. My current name is Shi Chaoyi. ”

Like five thunders! Fang Wuying's expression was completely stunned!

“…… Shi Chaoyi? He lost his mind as if in a dream, "Yes...... Is that Shi Chaoyi? ”

Looking at him, gently breaking the hand that was holding his arm, the young man whispered, "You are tired, sleep for a while." ”

After he finished speaking, he ordered his side: "Stand down, he can't escape." ”

Before the account was issued, the young man waved his palm at the lamp and candle, and with a snort, the candle flame was extinguished!

Inside the tent, it fell back into darkness.

Author: Shi Chaoyi...... Uh, I don't think I need to introduce it, laugh~

Terminator08, thank you for your advice, a friend has raised similar concerns before, she is afraid that readers are not familiar with the characters enough, and it will cause a sense of alienation (after all, my good friend is afraid that I won't make money, Khan). In fact, Murong Chong is the most unpopular one, uh, the rest is basically known to everyone, rest assured, except for the Murong sisters and brothers and Concubine Mei, I am all selected characters according to middle school history textbooks, hehe~ You said "overestimated" or something, I'm really not that high, in my opinion, overestimation is better than underestimation, empathy, who wants to be underestimated? Do you think that's the reason? ^_^ In the readership, there must be a lot of masters who can make me break out in a cold sweat, I always think so.

I also understand the concern of the rest of the readers, in terms of character creation, I hope to arouse everyone's empathy, the main purpose of this article is not to tell history, but to tell the "history of the maturity of the soul", it doesn't matter who he is, what matters is whether he has the shadow of us ordinary people. Therefore, the public familiarity of the characters is not used as a criterion.

Also, thank you to the Grey Saints and other readers, thank you for your appreciation~