Survive with a broken tail.

It does take courage to survive in troubled times, and at this point, Chen Di finally performed quite well, but compared with Chen Ping's movements, he was still half a beat slower.

As soon as Han Si left Zongzheng's mansion, he sent a signal to Feng Xuan, the commander who was guarding the periphery of the courtyard, that a hunting operation to round up the enemy was carried out at the foot of Qishan.

In terms of ability, Feng Xuan, who had served as the captain of the Praetorian Guard, had no doubt that all he lacked was qualifications and merits.

"Han Junhou, you lead a team to surround the main gate, and the rest of the soldiers follow me to copy the back road and block the enemy who escaped and slipped through the net." The action was imminent, and Feng Xuan's spirits were lifted.

"No!" Han Si received the order.

This round-up operation directly ordered the Changshi Mansion, for newcomers like Feng Xuan and Han Si, this is a good opportunity to test their ability in front of Changshi Chen Ping, once he misses it, he wants to be promoted again, I don't know when it will be again.

At the foot of Mt. Qi.

Fushui originates from the depths of the mountain stream, zigzags through the great plains, and finally joins the Weishui.

In some parts of this tributary, golden wheat waves are connected with some green and shy millet stalks, giving people a scene of infinite vitality. The millet stalk is undulating, and under the north wind blowing again and again, the air can also smell bursts of ripe breath.

Ma Feng lay his body tightly on the ridge, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and after a series of high-intensity running, he only felt that his heart was about to jump out.

Not far away, the sound of shouting and killing and screaming came from time to time, among them, perhaps one or two voices were very familiar, and Ma Feng's heart was already terrified.

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to be out of court, he was about to run over the wall, and at this time, he would have been blocked in the courtyard by the army with those companions.

This time, I came to Yongzhou to do intercropping, and now it seems that it was a wrong decision.

However, Ma Feng had to come.

If he doesn't come, there is no need for Zhang Han to say more, his children will be used as slaves and sold at will.

At the beginning, Zhang Han fished out Ma Feng from under Xiang Yu's butcher's knife, that is, he took a fancy to Ma Feng's connections, and a few days ago, Li Jun's large-scale search and arrest operation had made Ma Feng feel bad, Chen Di there, it was impossible to hide it for a long time, if it was really discovered, Ma Feng thought that with his friendship with Chen Di alone, it was impossible for Chen Di to exonerate himself.

"There is one more person, don't let the thief run away, chase!" Faintly, the shouts of Li Jun's soldiers were slowly approaching, and Ma Feng knew in his heart that the resistance on the other side of the courtyard had ended, and the companions left there were estimated to be all over.

"If you want to survive, you have to take risks?" Ma Feng was ruthless, straightened his waist slightly, and moved quickly between the millet poles, for the terrain in this area, he was familiar with his chest, through this corn field, in front of him was Fushui, and after wading through Fushui, it was the Qishan of Guangmao.

As long as he enters the mountain, even if there are more pursuers, Ma Feng is not afraid.

――。

Ma Feng ran away.

Feng Xuan broke out in a cold sweat.

When he interrogated the captured interrogator just now, and learned that Ma Feng, the former steward of Ma Cao, the confidant of the Qin State, was the main envoy of these people, Feng Xuan had a sense of oppression that the mountains and rains were about to come.

Ma Cao and his uncle Feng Jing are the backbone of the Yingziying Group, and they have a good relationship with each other, Feng Xuan has been to Ma Mansion a lot of times, and Ma Feng has naturally met a few times, but he never thought that Ma Feng would sneak into the dark room of Yongqi to find out information.

"Who is behind this?" Feng Xuan's heart was full of doubts.

"Report to the captain, in front of the Fushui River Beach, I found traces of someone flowing across the river." Han Si was out of breath, this time, the fly in the ointment ran away from the main culprit, which made him feel very faceless.

"Han Si, you cross the river to catch up, and the rest of you take a shortcut with me and go to Qishan Gorge to block people." Feng Xuan gritted his teeth and commanded. The Qishan Narrow Road is a pass between the Qishan Mountains, and these crossings are scattered throughout the gaps between the mountains, and after feeling that there is little hope of catching up with him, Feng Xuan decided to take a gamble.

The mountain road is crooked, and it is common for Wangshan to run dead horses, and Feng Xuan wants to gamble that Ma Feng's narrow road is the same as he guessed.

――。

With his familiarity with the terrain, Ma Feng took the lead and crossed the not deep water, and there was still an open area in front of him, as long as he put more effort into the dwarf tree jungle, it would be relatively safe.

"When I go back, I must find a way to pick up my family out, and then hide in a remote place, and never participate in the fight of the big people again." Ma Feng was running around, thinking wildly in his heart.

"Porphyry!"

A sharp arrow wind sounded in his ears, and before Ma Feng could react, a sharp arrow pierced through the root of his thigh.

"Ahh

Ma Feng screamed and rolled down on the riverbank, and behind him, a string of blood was conspicuously sprinkled on the warm ground full of dead leaves.

Ma Feng, whose mouth was full of blood, struggled to open his eyes, but saw several black-clothed men with bows and arrows on their backs and swords running out of the bushes in front of him.

"You're-!" Ma Feng's eyes lit up, but then his voice weakened.

"The surname is Ma, you recognize grandpa, right, it's okay, soon, you will be reunited with your master." Among the men in black, a tall figure squatted down, glanced at the embarrassed Ma Feng, and laughed fiercely.

"You guys, you voted for Chen Di, right?" Ma Feng laboriously closed his eyes and asked in a low voice. He had already recognized these black-clothed people, and several of them were the dead men who had been raised in the mansion by Fengchang Yingziying, Ma Cao, and Feng Jing, a pawn.

"So what, you must regret it, if you want to blame, it's just that you know too much." The man in black chuckled, and with a slight cut of the sword in his hand, a large wound of blood gushed out in Ma Feng's throat.

"You!" Ma Feng's eyes widened suddenly, his body twitched a few times, and he was silent.

"Let's go!" The man in black glanced at Ma Feng's dead body coldly, said hello to a few around him, and quickly turned around and fled into the mountains and forests.

People, in the case of pride, tend to let their guard down.

It's a kind of habitual thinking.

Even the disciples who have practiced the martial arts of the Mo family are the same, not to mention, this group of black-clothed people has only learned some of the Mo family's fur at best, and they are still far from the real heroes of the world.

The real chivalrous man is like Jing Ke who assassinated the first emperor, a hero who collapsed in front of Mount Tai and did not change his face, a warrior who still talks and laughs freely with a sharp blade on his neck, and a righteous man who can still adhere to discipline when money and wealth are put in front.