Yingzong's escape has proved Ding Yi's resourcefulness, but it is not enough;

As soon as Ding wants to survive, he will have to use his cunning as a ransom.

will not let go of Ding Yi because of appreciation.

Absolutely not.

Wolves have always been an extremely cruel existence.

The large tent was extremely spacious, and the large candle with the thickness of the child's arm lit many branches, making the tent extremely bright, and the movement and expression on his face could be seen clearly. Ding Yi raised his eyebrows, rolled a cigarette roll of tea, lit it on the candle, took two puffs, and said to Ye first: "I'm leaving, I'll leave before dawn, and I'll take Jeddah with me." ”

Under the bright firelight, you can see the blood on the face of Boyan Timur on the side, swelling purple for a while, what is this? asked him if he wanted to help Wara take Xuanfu or Datong in order to survive, and he actually said that he was leaving! But Boyan Timur was just about to open his mouth to reprimand Ding Yi, but he also stretched out his hand first, stopped what he was about to say, and motioned Ding Yi to continue.

"On the grassland side, Badama came forward to contact me, and on the Daming side, my family members organized it, only grain, tea, and salt were limited, which is my bottom line." Ding Yi was silent when he said this, thought for a long time, took two puffs of the tasteless tea cigarette, spit out a puff of smoke, raised his head and said to Ye first, "Badama must not ask for an increase in the price of horses under the pretext of starving many people to death in the grassland. That's the bottom line of business. ”

also looked at Ding Yi without speaking, his gloomy eyes, like a hungry wolf.

Ding Yi took a sip of the inferior tea, which was already a little cold, and then said: "As far as you are concerned, you must want to imprison me until you invade the Central Plains and feel that you can't do anything, and then you will seriously consider this business, otherwise, as Boyan Timur said, you have horses." If you have a knife, you can get it yourself, what kind of business do you do? ”

Speaking of this, Ding Yi stood up and stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Ye Xian and asked with a smile: "If you are powerless to knock on the level, what business will I do with you?" He didn't say that he wasn't afraid of death, nor did he say that at that time, why would he be afraid to exchange one of his lives for the weakened clouds of Warat, he just asked. Asked calmly.

The question also trembled in his heart.

There may be victorious wars in the world, but at least in the face of the tall city walls, whether it is Jingshi, Xuanfu or Datong, they are also very clear that they may not be able to win. The ability of the Ming army to fight in the field. For now, the battle at Tumubao has been demonstrated. is negligibly low; But there is a fortified city to defend. No matter how cowardly a person is in the field, he can summon up a little courage.

The difference between them is also clear.

He closed his eyes, still not speaking.

Ding Yi stood there with his hands on his sleeves, standing there steadily, with a smile on his face.

Boyan Timur was the most irritable person in the world, and his chest was constantly heaving. A heavy snort came out from time to time, and he looked like an enraged bull ready to pounce on the matador at any moment, and although he had probably never seen a matador perform, it did not prevent him from acting like an angry bull.

"From him yujian Badama. Is there a word that this man said that is false? He first closed his eyes and asked Boyan Timur on the side. The latter snorted coldly and did not answer. Because he knew that he was not asking him for an answer first, but telling him that Weishenme would consider Ding Yi's statement.

It wasn't until Ding Yi finished smoking the tea cigarette and threw down the cigarette butt that he finally opened his eyes.

The chips thrown by Ding Yi are, to put it bluntly, smuggling.

The smuggling work has always been done by someone, and Weishenme wants to let Ding go first, and come to do this smuggling business with him?

Because there is also a Xining by his side, this traitor has already sold everything he knows about Ding Yi. Ding Yi, who controlled the Ming Imperial Dart Bureau, if he was willing to establish a secret smuggling channel with Badama, the amount of goods traded would not be comparable to those merchants who pulled a few horses and hired a dozen or so guards.

This is black market trade, not smuggling at the border. In fact, the latter does not benefit much, and it cannot change the status quo, but businessmen can make huge profits; The former can allow many people to survive in the grassland, and can allow more grassland tribes to survive.

This is the reason why Weishenme has to consider it first.

"You have two women in Mingguo? Are they alive for you? ”

"Yes."

"You have apprentices in the Ming Kingdom, and they can die for you?"

"Yes."

"Go home, and if you are really right again, Badama will send someone to talk to you."

Ding laughed, shook his head and said, "First, you are wrong." ”

"Oh?" He also squinted first, which made him look like a poisonous snake. With eyes open like a wolf and eyes like a snake, this is a man who mixes up and down, and is full of murderous intent all the time, and actually controls the huge grassland. He has the majesty of a king, his methods are cruel and brutal, and no one, no one, dares to speak to him like Ding Yi.

Dante spoke to him like this: "You have women, not just two; Thou hast children and many children; There are brothers and sisters, who live for you or because of you. ”

"You have Boyan Timur, and the king of Saikan, including those who have been with you for many years, and they can die for you."

Ding Yi stopped at this point, looked at Ye Xian, and did not speak again.

After a long time, he nodded first and said, "Yes, you are right." ”

In fact, this is a mutual threat.

It's a real threat of red fruit.

Regardless of whether he has the ability to knock on the border and invade Daming first, it is a fact that he can kill Ding Yi's two women, or Ding Yi's disciples, send killers to infiltrate Daming or pay for his life, for the actual controller of the grassland, it is a fact that can be done at any time.

He has the ability to carry it out, not to scare Ding Yi with words.

Ding Yi did not deny this, but he reminded him first: Your women, children, brothers and sisters, and confidants are more than me. To make you miserable, to make you sad, to torture you, I will have a better chance to do it.

I also agree that Ding Yi can do it.

A guy who is in the midst of all hosts, even hijacking the commander, once he wants to attack women and children, he will not be spared; Once the war is over, those henchmen, including Boyan Timur, will not hug each other on the steppe every day, and bring hundreds of guards to hunt, right? Then if Ding Yi makes a move, there is nothing to doubt.

"You're reminding me. Should have killed you now. He also raised the wine glass in front of him first, and drank bitterly, the wine slurry stained his beard, which made it even more hideous.

Ding Yi shook his head, looked at him and said, "There is no eternal alliance in the world, and there is no eternal enemy, only business, business that is profitable for each other, will be forever." You always want to make business not like business, and I don't like that. I'm just reminding you. Business is business. ”

Ye Xian suddenly laughed, and waved his hand at Ding: "You go home." ”

As soon as Ding was gone, as he said, as soon as he came out of the big tent, he called Jeddah and set off, and it was still dark.

Boyan Timur asked angrily, "That Yan." Why let him go! I didn't believe him, and I cut off his hands and feet. How dare he not work for us! He was furious at Ding's humiliation. Right in front of him, he hacked to death the loyal guards, kidnapped him, and even disjointed one of his arms, which was an absolute embarrassment for a general who could carry a sword and fight on his horse; He was even more angry that he had been deceived. Because Yingzong's escape was without warning, and during Yingzong's arrival in the Warat camp, Boyan Timur seemed to get along with Yingzong and gradually became acquainted. In the original history, he also spoke to Yexin many times and persuaded Yingzong to return to the Ming Dynasty first. He vaguely felt in his heart that even if Yingzong wanted to escape, he should tell him instead of keeping him in the dark.

"What if the war doesn't go well?" He also sighed first, patted his knees gently, he did not look at Boyan Timur, but looked at the wine in the glass, as if there was the will of immortality in the wine, "I mean just in case." "He can't do everything to attack Da Ming, he also needs to maintain the strength that can shock the grassland army.

He also drank all the wine in the cup first, and then raised his head and said to Boyan Timur: "After breaking the customs, Ding Yi's property and women are all yours!" He threw the glass, the iron cup, and threw it on the ground and was trampled on it into a flat piece of metal, "and then he will have to use it for me." ”

Boyan Timur's eyes suddenly brightened, yes, as long as the level is broken, then what Fang Cai Ding said is all nonsense! Meaningless nonsense, the men of the grassland, will pick up a knife and leap on the horse to get what he wants. He didn't notice it for a while, and he first said what Zuihou said: Even if the closure is broken, he doesn't plan to kill Ding Yi to vent his anger.

Such a mind is the difference between ordinary people and heroes.

This kind of person can endure things that ordinary people can't endure, so they can often achieve things that ordinary people can't achieve.

But at this time, there was a centurion outside the tent shouting: "That Yan! Apoyrakshasa is leaving the camp! No, no, the slave should be damned, it's Ding Yi Naming dog, with Jeddah's unproductive guy, going out of the camp! "This centurion also fought seven or eight first, and it was he who pulled it up with one hand, and he thought that he was deeply appreciated first.

It's just that this centurion didn't expect that what responded to him was a snow-bright sword light.

With a single sword, he cut off his head.

He also shook the knife first, spilled a puddle of blood, and put the knife into the sheath and said to the guard: "Didn't you give him an order to go back?" Go down and get ten lashes! What is the use of allowing people to roar outside the tent? He looked at the headless body of the centurion still standing, shook his head first, and went into the tent, and the anger in his chest was not necessarily less than that of Boyan Timur.

If it was in the past, even if this centurion yelled blindly, at most he would have been reprimanded first.

But tonight I also want to kill first.

"Drag twenty Ming dogs here." There were also eerie words from the tent.

Killing a person is not enough for him to relieve his breath.

It had never been a quiet night, and Sergeant Warat had never strictly guarded the ranks of the army, even if it was a prior order.

Even if you don't dare to disobey the order in the big camp and go out of the big camp, the first order will not work.

After Jida carried the Mingzi battle flag and rode out of the camp with Ding Yi, less than two miles away, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind him.

There are many people who are afraid of the rumors of the Rakshasa, but there are also hot-blooded men who are not afraid of death among the Warats: "Demons! Go back to hell! ”

"Hold this flag," Ding Yi said to him, looking at the flag that Jida held in his hand.

"Yes." Jeddah threw his flag out with all his might, planted it on the ground in front of him, took his bow in his hand, and watched the torches rushing from the camp.

Ding Yi turned the horse's body, drew his knife in his hand, Damascus scimitar in his left hand, and refined the Qiushui Yanling knife in his right hand, one knife was holding obliquely on the ground, and the other knife was held across his chest, riding the horse forward, the wind was encouraging him, blowing his clothes like fluttering, the two horses staggered, each taking more than ten steps forward, slowly reducing his speed, the torch tightly held in the hand of the Warat knight, illuminated his own neck that was gushing blood, and he had lost his head.

The headless body fell to the ground, one foot still dragging on the horse's pedal, and in a moment the blood drowned out the torch.

Ding Yi said coldly on the horse: "Who else?" ”

The wind sent his words far away.

"Akin Rakshasa! Go back to hell! "There is more than one brave prairie man, if it is daytime, maybe his archery skills enough to shoot the eagle will make Ding Yi, whose crossbow has been destroyed, embarrassed, but this is the black night. But the man of the grassland still has a knife, a bright knife, he is holding a torch in one hand and a scimitar in the other, and even the wind cannot blow out the blood in his chest.

Ding Yi didn't light a torch, and darkness was the situation he was most accustomed to, like a jungle.

When the man of the prairie saw Ding Yi's knife, the knife cut off his head.

"You know how to call me a Rakshasa, how do you not know that in the dark night, I am a god!" Ding Yi rushed at the sporadic torches and sent his roar to the wind. He did it deliberately to sow the seeds of terror in the hearts of the Warats, in the hearts of their enemies, whom he would fight again.

Each roar, stirring in the wind, became majestic and powerful, making his enemies shudder and subconsciously slow down their horses.

The torches in the distance never moved forward.

"Ding!" The two knives fought, and Ding Yi said in a deep voice on the horse, "Who else?" ”

Those torches suddenly moved quickly, but the direction was no longer Datong, but the Warat camp.

So this night, there was a terrible legend among the Warats, the legend of the Akrakshasa of Apoy.

When the morning sun rises from the horizon, the light tears through the night.

The black-armored knights who tightened their horses' belly belts outside Datong and prepared to wait for the city gate to open into Datong listened to the rangers blowing the whistle, so they looked north, but in the fierce wind, a Mingzi battle flag was waving in the wind, it was broken, there were holes through arrows, cracks cut by knives, and blood stains that could not be washed.

It has fallen, it has been trampled, it has been stained with urine, it has been covered with dust, it has been forgotten by the world.

But at last it broke back and flew in the wind, and it was not the flagpole that supported it.

It's the backbone.

In this year, it is called: Ding Yi. (To be continued......)

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