Getting farther and farther away from the cliff, Zhu Qiming slowed down, desperately recalling the description of the surrounding terrain in "Seven Strategies for Pingyu", and vaguely remembered that there should be a village here.

Follow a hillside in front of you on the left and you might find the village!

Zhu Qiming wanted to turn into the mountain road on the left, go to the mountain village to inquire about the movement of the tartar thief, suddenly heard the sound of hooves ticking in the distance, he hid in the forest, lay on the ground and listened quietly for a while, and found that the sound of hooves was moving from south to north and from north to south, and it was expected that no one would break into the deep canyon in front of him for a while and a half.

But the sound of hooves was sharp, and it was clear that there were several groups of men and horses moving nearby.

He stood up, sighed at the outline of what appeared to be a mountain village on the mountainside, and returned to the canyon.

Flying snow blurred the vision, and the ground was already a patch of white flowers. He shivered, only to realize that the hot sweat on his back had already soaked his underwear, and at this moment, the cold wind blew, and he suddenly felt a chill to the bone.

Faintly hearing the sound of light footsteps approaching him, he couldn't help but snort, and instantly opened the body of the "Jiuhua Three Illusions", floated forward and walked away, pulled out the short sword, and looked back at Fang Cai's place.

There are four people standing in the distance! An old man with gray hair was arched backwards, holding a wooden stick high above his head and tilting backwards with both hands; Two thin middle-aged men, one holding a shuttle dart and the other holding an iron fork, seemed to have full strength in their hands; A young man wearing a scarf held a stone in both hands and made a gesture to smash it forward.

Seeing this, Zhu Qiming was afraid for a while, if he was a little late, I am afraid that he would have been beaten into meat sauce at this moment!

Seeing that the four of them were all dressed as Han Chinese, Zhu Qiming immediately picked up his short sword.

The young man wearing a scarf threw away the stone in his hand and said with a little annoyance: "It turned out to be a Ming army, and it took me a lot of effort in vain!" ”

The middle-aged man with the shuttle dart and the iron fork also picked up the guy in his hand, and the man with the iron fork shook his head, "At such a young age, with fine skin and tender meat, I'm afraid that the hair hasn't grown all, no wonder the officers and soldiers can't help the Tartar thieves, what kind of soldiers are used here!" ”

The man with the wooden spear also shook his head, "Eh, people can't look good, I see that this little brother is very skillful, but he looks like a person who has seen a battle array." ”

The old man unloaded his strength, probably because he had used too much force, and he couldn't control his momentum at the moment, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground on his back.

"Uncle Hong, you are all the ones who hold your grandson, don't disobey the old man, you said that if you flash your waist, the two daughters-in-law should be distressed again!" The young man stepped forward to help the old man and muttered a few words.

The old man shook off the arm of the young man in the scarf, "Okay, you don't have a serious thing!" Have you read all the books in your legs? I'm not old, man! ”

The two middle-aged men couldn't stop laughing to themselves, and one of them said: "They all call themselves old uncles, and they still don't accept the old man?" It seems that your daughter-in-law won't let you serve the old age! ”

The old man blushed, bent down to pick up the stick, and pounced on the two middle-aged men, who ran away at once, and the old man had to stop, and scolded there to vent his anger.

Looking at this posture, the four of them are obviously not a family. Zhu Qiming stepped forward and bowed, "Old man, why are the four of you sneaking up on this ······· here Sneak up on me? ”

The old man glanced back at Zhu Qiming, and reluctantly put on a smiling face, "Isn't this a thief?" Most of the people in the village retreated to the barren mountains, and a few women and children hid in the village and refused to go out, but in the past few days the Tartar thieves have made a lot of noise, so I led the three unfinished things to take these women and children over, and when I saw you passing by in this outfit, I mistook them for Tartar thieves. The old man glared at the three people behind him.

Could it be that the old man picked up his daughter-in-law? Zhu Qiming thought about this, looked at the armor on his body, and deeply believed that the old man's "line" was true. "What about the other men in the village?"

"There are more than 300 people gathered over there, how can other men in the village leave casually? Martial arts people lead the big guys to guard there, in case the Tartars break through, it's not a joke! ”

Are the villagers huddling together to protect themselves? What about the Guards? Zhu Qiming was a little puzzled in his heart, "The nearby garrison must have fought with the Tartar thieves, right?" ”

The old man shook his head angrily, "They are all cowering in the barracks, how can they fight the Tartar thieves?" The Tartars arrived here a month ago. The old man's right hand pointed to the north, "Well, I camped more than forty miles away from here, and many people who had seen Tartar thieves went to report to the officials and soldiers, but they were all kicked out by the officials and soldiers, and they were said to be nonsense!" Hmph, the officers and soldiers don't go out of the gate for half a step, I'm afraid I haven't even seen a single hair of a tartar thief so far! ”

Tartars entered the country a month ago? Zhu Qiming thought about it carefully, according to the record of "Seven Strategies for Pingyu", there is indeed a mountain plain more than 40 miles away from the north, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which can be called an excellent place for the army to camp!

There were at least three routes leading to the camp of the 5,000 Ming troops he led. The east and west roads have to take a long detour through the mountains, passing through several villages and even castles along the way, making it difficult to sneak around. And the middle lane is the canyon where he was ambushed, and it is a hidden shortcut to his camp.

Taking advantage of the moment when the old man and Zhu Qiming were talking, the two middle-aged men slowly turned back, and the person who was using the iron fork before stared at Zhu Qiming with very strange eyes, "Such a young child will come to be a live target for Tartar thieves and create evil!" Eh, you're not a deserter, are you? ”

Deserter? It seems that these four people did not regard him as a great prince at all. However, their vision may be good, their age is there, they have to be tall or not, they have to be physically and unphysical, and they live like a soy sauce player!

The young man with a Confucian scarf crossed his arms and looked at Zhu Qiming up and down, "Look at his armor, it is extraordinary, more eye-catching than the hundred households I have seen, you should not be a young army from the capital, right?" ”

Zhu Qiming hurriedly followed the words of the young man in the Confucian scarf: "I am a sentry in the Beijing army on shift, and I accidentally got lost. ”

The old man threw the wooden stick and looked at Zhu Qiming sympathetically, "Alas, a young army from the capital is easy to get lost here, so be careful." Eh, where is your camp? ”

"About ten miles west of Miyun County."

Well? The old man, the middle-aged man, and the young man were all stunned, and their eyes widened as if they had suddenly seen a monster.

The young man of the Confucian scarf was the first to come to his senses, "Interesting! The place of which you are speaking is not too far away, and from there it winds its way westward, then north, then south, and finally east, so that you can come here, and you have to go at least two hundred miles all the way down. I just saw that Your Excellency is coming from the east, but there is no road to the outside, could it be that Your Excellency has the ability to fly on the wall? ”

Two hundred miles? So far? I think the path given in "The Seven Strategies of Pingyu" is the same as that of the Confucian youth, but he has never calculated how far the road is.

Thinking of the Confucian scarf youth's remark about "flying eaves and walking on the wall", it seems that this is indeed the case! So, Zhu Qiming pursed his lips and put on a blank look.

"There may be a secret passage on the other side of the cliff, and I was hit by this little brother by mistake!" The old man glanced at the three of them with a little excitement, "It seems that we have to go over there to explore the road and try our luck, so as not to always take the wrong road in the future." ”

At this time, five people who appeared to be women appeared from the forest, and the reason why they said "look" was because their faces were plastered with mud, and they could be vaguely judged to be women by their figures. There were a large group of children behind the five of them, looking at Zhu Qiming in a daze one by one.

One of the women sighed with regret: "O iniquity! Such a handsome little Langjun, who is the opponent of those tigers and wolves? ”

War is cruel to women and children, especially when faced with inhuman Tartar thieves!

Zhu Qiming didn't want to say anything, the danger was imminent, he didn't want to delay here, he wanted to return to the camp as soon as possible, but after thinking about it, he walked around the two hundred miles of mountain roads alone, and he might encounter strange feelings at any time, and it was easy to reach the destination smoothly!

Looking at the four men in front of him, thinking that each of them has a large family of women and children who must be protected, how can he be embarrassed to expect them to lead the way?

Suddenly, there was a ticking of hooves on the west side, and the woman and the children hurriedly disappeared into the forest, Zhu Qiming and the four men crouched down in the bushes near the canyon, and the old man picked up the wooden stick.

The sound of hooves is getting closer and closer, and when you listen to it, you can tell only two horses. Zhu Qiming turned his head to look at the old man, "If it's a Tartar thief, I will kill one person in front, and the four of you will work together to deal with the other." ”

Hearing this, the old man didn't seem to believe in the courage of the young man next to him, and hesitated for a long time before nodding, and the other three all stared blankly, looking very nervous.

I can finally see who is coming. Looking closely, two horsemen and horses appeared in the snow curtain, with a strange color on their heads and thick armor.

Really a tartar!

There was a bend in front of him, so the Tartar slowed down his horse, and Zhu Qiming's gaze swept over the thick armor on the Tartar thief's body through the flying snowflakes, and finally landed on his neck.

But seeing the figure flickering, Zhu Qiming took advantage of the high ground and pounced, the unsheathed short sword let out a sharp whistling, and the cold light instantly swept over the neck of the Tartar thief in front, and the red blood stains suddenly sprayed out.

After Zhu Qiming landed, he turned his head, got up and looked back at the Tartar thief, and saw that the person in front of him was lying on his back, and the man behind him was holding his horse and drawing his knife.

The stick that the old man swung out was blocked by the Tartar thief with one arm, and the two middle-aged men were stunned and at a loss for what to do, and the young man with a Confucian scarf thought of going to hold the stone.

When he couldn't make a move, Zhu Qiming jumped up, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pierced the thigh of the tartar thief with a sword.

The Tartar thief drew only half of his sword, and after the pain, he glanced blankly at his right leg, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he let out a miserable howl and rolled down from his horse.

The old man stepped forward and struck the thief in the back of the head with a stick, and with a "click", the stick broke in two. I saw that the tartar thief turned over and struggled to get up.

"Don't do it yet!" The old man yelled at the three people around him, looking angry.

The old man's roar did not embolden his companions, but frightened the three of them, and all the guys in their hands fell to the ground.

Hey! It was really a mistake to achieve a positive result, and the big stone that the young man in the Confucian scarf held high above the top impartially hit the forehead of the Tartar thief, and the Tartar thief straightened up, and immediately swallowed his breath.

Finally a mount! Zhu Qiming breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the war horse, and said goodbye to everyone, "These two must be pathfinders, there may be a large group of Tartar thieves nearby, quickly drag away the corpses of the Tartars, take away the horses, cover the bloodstains, and leave this place as soon as possible!" ”

"Little brother is mighty!" The old man exclaimed, his face was full of admiration, and he waved his hand and threw a cloth bag-shaped object to Zhu Qiming.

Zhu Qiming stretched out his hand to catch it, the cloth bag felt warm in his hand, and it obviously contained pancakes and other food. He thanked him, rode away against the heavy snow, and the old man's command came from behind him.

"You may encounter thieves and beasts along the way, little brother beware!"