Yuan Bin was still muttering in his mouth: "I didn't want to escape, it was my grandfather who asked me to fetch water." ”

Ding Yi just smiled bitterly, he remembered that there was a time in history that Yuan Bin went to find water and was framed and escaped by the Wara Tartars, and was beaten badly, or Yingzong gave some silver to settle the matter, but it didn't seem to be a matter of Xuanfu Zuo - admittedly, it is impossible to think that every time Yuan Bin is beaten, there will be a record. But Yuan Bin's love of crying is really as recorded in history, and it is not false at all.

But the Warats were impatient: "Ming dog! Grandpa asks you something, answer it quickly! ”

Ding Yi couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, the ordinary Warat Tartar, he was not afraid of one to three, just now with one to six, he didn't say a word to kill them; But this time the family is a cavalry, he is on foot, it is not easy to get it, not to mention that these three are different from the five Warat people just now, looking at the size and jiashi, I am afraid that it is a character comparable to Jeddah, even if he gets off the horse, the three of them will come up, Ding Yi is not a little sure, but he can probably still escape.

Fleeing is not overcoming.

If it is really like Jeddah, one-on-one, with a knife in hand, Ding Yi is not afraid, but one against two, the victory is also a miserable win, one against three, he can only escape.

But people have horses, how can they escape? People can't outrun horses, right?

As for Yuan Bin, Ding Yi is not a saint, and he doesn't know how to settle down, so where can he have time to pay attention to this guy? If the remaining two grenades in his backpack were modern pull-ring grenades, Ding Yi would immediately touch one and throw it over, even if Yuan Bin might be injured by mistake! On the battlefield, everyone dies together, or throws a grenade, even if an ally is accidentally injured - in fact, he is dragged behind by a rope, beyond the edge of the explosion kill radius - to create a chance to turn the tide of the battle?

In reality, this is definitely something that does not have to be chosen.

Dante's grenade did not have a collision fuse or a delay fuse. You have to light a fire, light a torch, open the fuse, and light the ...... Enough to shoot him many times in front of him.

"I just saw someone riding a horse, coming from there, the knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, I don't know if it was the person you were looking for, but I heard him say, 'Grandpa taught you to play with sheep bones!' He wanted to cut me with a knife, but I dodged and told him that the Ming Emperor had sent me to find and talk first, so he scolded me a few words and went to the woods over there. Ding Yi said this to the three Warat Tartars, although Ding had blood stains on his body. But who doesn't smell blood on the people on the battlefield? Even these three Tartars are also the same bloodstained, so they didn't think that Ding Yi did it because of this.

Of course. More often than not, they don't think that a Ming person. You can kill those six Warat soldiers.

Yuan Bin was dragged behind the horse. gasped, but cried again: "I'm also grandpa who asked me to fetch water......" Ding Yi looked really speechless, this previous teacher in Beijing, I really didn't see that I loved to cry so much. Listening to his crying, Navarat was annoyed, dragged him with a rope, and smashed him to the ground with the back of his sword. Vomited blood.

So Yuan Bin cried even louder.

The three Warattars discussed in a low voice, and one of them said to Ding Yi: "You, go and tie yourself to him!" If you can't find him in the woods, grandpa will kill you!" He said tied together. Naturally, it was Yuan Bin who was lying on the ground crying.

Ding Yi shook his head and smiled: "Do you know that the guards of the Xuanfu are unwilling to come out to greet the emperor?" Did you know that you are angry at not receiving your reward? I don't have time to chew my tongue with you, and I'm still waiting for me to discuss this matter over there, if you can afford to be angry, then you can do it, I'm a civil official, you have a lot of people, and you have horses, it's easy to kill me. Then he went to the west, walked a few steps, and then turned back to the three Varattars and said, "By the way, you had better not kill this man, and the emperor will send him to call the city gate, and the other people, the guards do not know, and they are afraid that they will be killed by an arrow." ”

After walking more than a dozen steps, I heard the Navarat Tatar behind him shouting: "zhanzhu! ”

But listen to Navaratar and his companions, "Don't be deceived by him, go to the woods, and if you don't need a horse anyway, give him a horse, and I will go with him to Nayan, and if he speaks to us, I will kill him." The other two Varattars listened and felt reasonable, and the woods were only a few dozen paces away anyway, so they dismounted, and gave the reins of one horse to their companions.

"Get on the horse!" Navarat Tatar shouted at Ding Yi, "Be sharp! Be careful that Grandpa stabs you! ”

Ding Yi shook his head and said: "If I know how to ride a horse, I would have fled back to Jingshi in Tumu Fort a long time ago, where is still here, I am angry with you!" ”

The three Warat Tartars got up, their mouths were not dry and scolding a lot of useless swear words of the Ming people, and they used knives to force Ding Yi, so Ding Yi pretended to be trembling, and climbed on the back of the horse, that Wara Tartar was deliberately bad, as soon as he saw him on the back of the horse, he patted the horse forward, he pulled the reins of Ding Yi's horse in his hand, and naturally ran up, Ding Yi hurriedly hugged the horse's neck, looking at him very embarrassed, and the three Warat Tartars laughed very happily.

Gradually, Ding Yi looked back, the two Tartars were no longer visible, and the speed of the horses slowed down, but there were many Warats here who were moving around the tent, and finally passed through this tent, Ding Yi was thinking about how to find an excuse, but heard the Tartar shouting: "Ming dog!" Aren't you a civil servant? How do you carry two knives? It's to borrow something from our nobles on the grassland! Bring it to grandpa! ”

He saw Ding Yi stuffed in the backpack, the handle of the big Malaysian leather steel scimitar that Badama gave him, in order to draw the knife conveniently, the handle of the scimitar was naturally at the edge of the huge backpack, which was originally covered by a cowhide cover, and at this time it was immediately bumped, and it was revealed.

"Okay, here you go." Ding Yi stretched out his hand to pull the Damascus steel scimitar, but said, "This knife was also given to the emperor first, and then it will be said that you snatched it......" The Tartar was so angry that he whipped it, if Ding Yi hadn't avoided it quickly, he would have been whipped.

Wara Tarzi pointed to the Hundred Refining Qiushui Yanling Knife on Ding Yi's waist and shouted: "That Yan thing, grandpa can't afford it, you give me this knife!" ”

Ding Yi naturally refused, pulled out the scimitar and said: "If you want to take this one, it's not mine anyway, but the knife on my waist can't be given to you, it's a memorial given to me by an old man of mine!" As he spoke, he shoved the scimitar into the hand of the Varattar, who was not a fool, and looked at the scimitar although it was not unsheathed, but the handle and scabbard were extremely gorgeous, and it was thought that it was also the first kind of person to afford to use it, where would it cause trouble?

It seems that because he can't ride a horse, Ding Yi's body is crooked and sticks to Navara's body, and his mouth still says: "This is for you, it's ......" Tartar pulled Ding Yi's backpack, and he wanted to tear off the long knife on Ding Yi's waist, but unexpectedly, his neck was cold, and a head flew out.

Ding Yi shook off the headless corpse and pulled his hand, wiped a handful of blood splashed on his head and face, looked at the knife, and couldn't help but praise: "Good knife!" "This Damascus scimitar, but it is really worth this praise, Fang Cai Ding suddenly attacked, drew the knife and swept out diagonally, in fact, the distance of the force was insufficient, I thought that a knife that cut the throat of the other party, who knew that it cut out, and actually cut off the entire neck. At this time, he looked at the blade of the sun and cut off the edge of the cervical vertebrae, and there was no curling or cutting at all.

After putting the knife into the sheath and putting it back in the backpack and fixing it, Ding turned around his horse, looked at the head of the Vara Tartar who still did not close his eyes on the ground, patted the long knife on his waist and smiled: "Do you know how the old man gave me the knife?" It's just like you. As he spoke, he reached out and untied his scimitar and arrow from the headless corpse, and rode his horse back the way he came.

To Ding Yi's surprise, when he ran close to the woods, the crying and crying brother Wen, that is, Yuan Bin, was actually fighting with the Vara Tartar, he pulled the rope wrapped around the neck of the Avatar with his left hand, and pulled out the Tartar's scimitar with his right hand, gesturing, and from time to time he came up to the Tartar's leg that was being held by him, so that it was difficult for the other Varat Tartar to find an angle to shoot him with a bow and arrow.

It's just that Brother Wen Zhen is doing the same thing, which does not prevent him from crying at the same time.

This made Ding Yi much more relaxed, and when the wart with the bow and arrow listened to the horse's hooves turn around, Ding Yi had already pulled the trigger of the crossbow and hit the arrow in the eye socket of the guy. The crying and crying brother Wen Zhen stabbed the Tartar into the heart with a clean knife.

"Brother Wen Zhen, can you wipe your face?" Ding got off the horse, helped Yuan Bin, who still had tears in his eyes, and said helplessly. At this time, a feeling of danger suddenly invaded his heart, Ding Yi pulled Yuan Bin and rolled on the ground, and he flashed behind a big rock, and listened to "Take, take, take!" "A row of feathered arrows, no less than thirty or forty, was shot before them, and the feathers of the arrows were still not trembling.

Ding Yi pressed Yuan Bin, and the two of them shot behind the stone and didn't dare to raise their heads, but they heard each other say in a blunt Daming official: "Arrows can not only shoot directly, but also throw them." Throw your weapons out, and slowly stand up, or you will die behind this rock! ”

Letting go of Yuan Bin's hand, Ding glanced at it slightly, and a feather arrow grazed the boulder past his ear, picking up a string of sparks. At this time, I heard someone over there say, "Wait! But he shouted to Ding Yi in Mongolian, "Ding, is that you?" Show me the knife! ”

Ding Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, it is really a place not to meet in life.

But all he could do now was take out the Damascus scimitar that Badama had given him in his backpack and lift it over the stone.

"Come out, Xiucai." The man looked at the knife, said to Ding Yi, and told his men to collect their bows and arrows.

Because he was the head of the guard who had been a thousand-commander in Badama, Ding Yi also heard his voice, so he took out this knife. (To be continued......)