In the second half of the night, Zhang Mao was not polite, climbed to Ding Yi's side, and said in a low voice: "First ......" only one sound, and he stopped, because the sharp bayonet was on his throat, the top of the tip of the knife and the sticker of the blade, for soldiers who have practiced how to kill, those are two concepts. Because Ding Yi was lying down, if he used a blade to stick to Zhang Mao's neck, he had to complete a dragging action to complete the cutting; And with the tip of the knife in the throat like this, as long as you continue to stab up, you will be able to finish off the other party immediately, and there is no time for Zhang Mao to react. The latter Rao is bold and tall, but after all, he is only a fourteen-year-old boy, and his little face is pale with fright, you must know that the hand he raised has not yet touched Ding Yi, almost a second ago, the latter was still making a slight cry!

"Hourglass." Ding Yi opened his eyes, put away the bayonet, and stretched out his hand at Zhang Mao. Although Ding Yi didn't make a watch, but the glass was fired, the hourglass of timekeeping, but it was still not a problem, he took the hourglass from Zhang Mao's trembling hand, the snow stopped, the moonlight was transmitted into the snow nest, and the hourglass of the timekeeping could be seen, and there was a thin amount of sand in the leak, Ding plugged the hourglass to Zhang Mao, "It's not time." Then Zhang Mao looked at Ding Yi in astonishment, and let out a slow and low cry.

This is the veteran, the veteran will not stand for a second longer, the time is not time, if it is in the station, it doesn't matter, in the battlefield, you must not carry out the style in a big way, people's physical strength is always limited, recklessly to carry forward the style, and finally they can't hold on, so that the group is wiped out that is to find their own death.

Zhang Mao had no choice but to climb out of the snow nest. Tighten the fur coat on the tight jacket and find a place where the moonlight does not shine through. For the first time he had grown so big, he felt so eager to sleep. He even thought that this hourglass had been manipulated by Ding Yi? Why did you miss that little bit of sand? Haven't missed it for so long? But he had to hold the wound eccentric wheel crossbow and look around vigilantly, this is no joke, God knows how far they are from the 100,000 Tartar iron horsemen who surrounded Miyun's avant-garde? In fact, even where Zhang Mao is now is completely bottomless, and he can only rely on the compass to determine the general direction, so he knows very well that he can't be careless at all. I didn't even dare to whisper a curse to Ding Yi or mutter some complaints.

The damn pinch of sand finally leaked out, and Zhang Mao only felt relieved at once, and was just about to crawl back into the snow nest. saw Ding Yi coming out of it, as if he had stuck the last grain of sand, Ding Yi didn't look at it, and seemed to know where Zhang Mao was lurking. Just walked over. When he passed by him, he whispered, "Stay vigilant, and come to pick up the sentry when you finish your hand." "Zhang Mao really wants to scold his mother, this gentleman is like this? Can't you just get up earlier and relieve yourself? But thinking that he would be able to go to sleep immediately, he finally waited for Ding Yi to come back before handing over the crossbow to Ding Yi.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, I'll call you in two hours." Ding turned the missing hourglass upside down and restarted the timer.

Zhang Mao patted the snowflakes on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered to Ding Yi, "Sir." You'll have to wait until you've lost all the flips......"

"Well, what else? You're going to have to get up and get rid of your hands before you get off, right? This is a common practice in the army, hurry up and go to sleep. ”

Zhang Mao climbed into the snow nest, really touched his head on the ground, and fell asleep when he lay down. was woken up by Ding Yi several times and said to him: "Snore quietly!" In fact, Zhang Mao didn't know what Ding Yi said in a daze, but a stone was thrown in and smashed on his head, and he woke up and snored quietly. It's also a last resort, if you can let him snore, then what kind of whistle do you stand?

Because of this, whether it is to the beast or the Tartar ranger, it is equivalent to shouting: There is someone here!

That loses the meaning of the sentry at all, it is better for everyone to sleep well together, not so tired, life and death are better.

This snowy moonlit night is a rare calm. When Zhang Mao slept for two hours and got up to pick up the sentry, this calm disappeared. Originally, this was not a place to walk on the snow and enjoy the plum blossoms, this was a battlefield where 100,000 Tartar iron horsemen rushed to attack.

Not long after the moonlight faded and the first rays of the sun shone from the east, Zhang Mao heard a sound in the distance, which was the time when the horses' hooves stepped into the heavy snow. His hairs stood on end, he couldn't help but tense his muscles, tiptoed into the snow nest to wake Ding Yi up, still the same as before, without waiting for him to utter the second syllable, the bayonet was once again against his throat, but this time Ding Yi did not ask him the hourglass question again, but immediately put away the knife and made a tactical gesture towards Zhang Mao, because of the empty snowfield, the sound can be transmitted far away, and Ding Yi fell asleep on his side, his ears on the ground, and he clearly heard the sound of horses' hooves slowly approaching.

Following Ding Yi slowly climbed out of the snow nest, packed the quilt into the bag of the carrying cow, and put the two skis on his feet, the two of them quietly supported themselves with snow poles, and slid towards the low hills to the east, which was the location chosen for camping yesterday, and it was the position in the snow field where the surroundings could be observed.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand and pressed down the crossbow raised by Zhang Mao, which made the latter very puzzled, because in the field of vision of the naked eye, the team of Tartar rangers could be seen from a distance, a total of ten people, one person and three horses, although Ding Yi and Zhang Mao were wrapped in white cloaks, but if they were allowed to approach, they would definitely find out, with two against ten, with foot against horse, unless with a gun, how to fight?

But who knows how far away the Tartars' brigade is? As long as there are one or two hundred-man teams one mile away from here, then the two of them are dead. So Zhang Mao didn't know why Ding Yi didn't let him do it, and then he heard Ding Yi's extremely soft voice sound: "Are you sure that within thirty steps, you can accurately hit the other party?" ”

Zhang Mao just wanted to say yes, but hesitated again, only to hear Ding Yi say again: "This is a living person, not an arrow target in the training ground, your heart beats very fast, in this case, your hand is unstable." Give you a crossbow for the teacher, and you will hand me the well-wound crossbow, may it be done? ”

"Yes."

Ding Yi didn't speak anymore, but adjusted his posture to make the aiming posture more comfortable, which could better improve the accuracy of shooting. Originally, it was right to shoot people first and shoot horses, but there were no established archers on Dante's side, and the opponent had three horses for one person, so what if he shot the opponent's horse? With the skill of a Tartar cavalryman, he could pull the back of the reserve horse without a breath when he fell to the ground, and then in that breath, he turned over the barebacked, running preparation horse, and exceeded the moving target of thirty paces, and the crossbow in Ding's hand, even if it could hit, the stopping and penetrating were enough.

Therefore, he can only shoot people, and the first two shots must be guaranteed to hit, bringing serious injuries to the opponent without causing death.

If two horsemen were shot dead at once, and the Tartar cavalry were as good as ghosts, they would immediately turn their heads and blow their horns to warn. This is definitely not the result that Ding wants, he must leave two wounded soldiers to the other party, and the seriously injured need to be rescued by them, and he has not died for a while......

Gradually, they approached, but the Tartars did not seem to be ready to come this way, and forty paces away from Ding Yi and them, they turned towards the small woods on the side, which was the camp where Ding Yi's master and apprentice had camped last night. It seems that these tired and scolding voices can even be heard by Ding Yi's patrol cavalry are trying to find a place to be lazy.

Ding Yi gently lowered the crossbow in his hand, untied the rope tied to the ski, and made a tactical gesture to the puzzled Zhang Mao, signaling him to be on guard and shoot if anyone escaped. Then he drew his bayonet and, in a very ugly but absolutely concealed position, crawled back into the grove, the one whose branches were covered with snow.

Zhang Mao didn't understand why there was a smile on his face, he thought it was very strange, as if there was a peerless beauty or a table of sumptuous hot dishes in the grove.

"What do I do, you ask?" Zhang Yu in the British Mansion looked at Wan Zhen'er in front of him with a smile on his face, "You are Ding Rongcheng's female brother...... Don't panic, except for your husband, only Ding Ruyu and I know about this matter, otherwise, with the means of the one in the palace, you won't be able to live now. As she spoke, she played with the guitar in her hand, and seemed to feel that the pitch of a certain string was wrong, so she tightened it, and then said to Wan Zhen'er, who was anxious, "You really shouldn't come to see me secretly, your husband didn't let you move, that is, you don't need to operate, if you do this, if someone knows your deeds, it will abolish your husband's move." ”

Wan Zhen'er bit her lip, and she could see tears rolling in her eyes: "But, but that will, teach you to go to Guangxi and invite the two masters and wives to Beijing, which is clearly the intention of taking you hostage!" The gentleman is out of the pass again, and his life and death are uncertain......"

Zhang Yu shook his head, finally put down the guitar, looked at Wan Ji'er, but laughed: "Life and death are uncertain? You're still too good, Miss Wan. She stretched out her hand and motioned for Wan Zhen'er to use some preserved fruit cakes, but she took the hot tea handed by Yahuan and said to Wan Zhen'er, "This tea is sent by him, saying that it is the wild tea of Guangxi, boasting that it can reach the sky, and deceiving the silver of many vassal and elegant people in Beijing, you can give it a try." But her next words made Wan Zhen'er almost spill the cup of tea on herself, because Zhang Yu said, "It's not the end of life and death, but death." This is a situation where there is no way to live, otherwise how can it be called a desperate plan? Teach me to go to Guangxi, but even the coffin nails are nailed one by one, even if your husband has the ability to come back from the dead, you must teach him to be trapped in the coffin, buried deep in the solid soil, and suffocated to death again! (To be continued......)