Chapter 42: Strange Girl Zhao Yanran
Fortunately, the mountains in Xihe Mountain are generally gentle, and a few people quickly found a suitable place to rest and spend the night, and coincidentally, a few traces of rest of the pursuers were also found here, just look at the campfires lit by the hay brought by people on the ground.
It is a cliff that covers the top of the head, and the concave shape is sheltered from the wind and rain, and the area is about the size of a bedroom.
Tian Wu sat on the ground and wanted to fall asleep, but he still beat his spirit and began to take out all kinds of things.
This kind of barren mountains and mountains can have a pot of gurgling hot soup, and can also conjure up a lot of dry thatch out of nothing to pad the back of the buttocks, which is actually very moving.
After barely resting for an hour, it was completely dark, and there was an argument about whether to light torches.
Tianwu and Liu Xi want to make torches, it is dangerous to walk on the mountain road, but now it is night and the road is slippery, why don't you shoot torches to die?
Ma Wu was very paranoid that this would startle the snake, which made Tianwu hate Ling'er's woman more and more, it was best that this woman really had some ability, otherwise if she was just an ordinary maid, I was afraid that she would really kill her with a knife.
On the road in the dark, Tianwu's hand walked all the way on the mountain wall, the wet mountain wall made his reaction slow down a lot, when he touched a bed bug lying on the mountain wall, he didn't react, but he retracted his hand in horror and found that the whole hand was no longer able to smell.
“……”
It's useless to complain, you still have to touch the mountain wall, and after walking for a while, Tianwu suddenly turned around and walked back.
Ma Wu and the three of them could only turn back and see Tianwu polishing the fire fold, and the firelight shone on the mountain wall.
"Tianhe blocks the road and separates life and death, and his skills are as cheap as grass."
Although these two sentences are scribbled, you can also see the font of its beautiful penmanship, and then ponder the time when the engraved poem appeared, nine out of ten should be written by that Ling'er.
"What does that mean?" Tian Wu asked.
Ma Wu and Liu Xi shook their heads for the first time, don't count on them if they don't know a word.
Xuan Jing pondered for a while: "Could it be that he committed suicide by throwing himself into the river in despair?" ”
"Mentally retarded!" Tianwu gritted his teeth and said: "These two poems literally, the author is desperate to be chased and killed, but there is a river like a moat blocking the way of life, lamenting that he has no ability to meet him." ”
"This fully reflects the protagonist's hesitation, anger, sadness and helplessness at the time, you pay attention to this sentence - a skill is as cheap as grass, and the strength of the carving knife is much greater than the previous sentence, indicating that the protagonist has a great obsession with this river, aren't you blocking my way of life, then I have to cross it to you."
Three: "??? ”
"Cross the river! If this goods was washed away by the water, I didn't say it, if it was lying on the other side of the river, it means that it was related to me, and if I didn't cross the river since I wrote these two poems, it would be useless for such people to come, so we would go home and not look for it. ”
Tianwu's spirit was shocked, and the three of them naturally didn't say anything, in fact, they didn't want to go to that bullshit woman very much.
As soon as I reached the river at the foot of the mountain, I saw a fire below, and the sound of curses and quarrels was heard.
"Five pursuers, how can it be less than imagined!"
The first encounter with this group of people still startled people, and the four of them secretly observed that the number of people was indeed a little less, and it did not match the footprints.
These men were obviously sergeants, their hair was messy, their clothes were covered with mud, a few raincoats and rain boots were hanging on a wooden rack to bake, and a pan rack was boiling something on the fire, which was definitely not delicious anyway, otherwise it would not have been without fragrance.
"Stinky bitch, you jumped into the river when you were about to catch up! I said let's go back and forget it, labor and management really can't move! ”
"The little marquis has an order that must be caught, so go back and wait for death? It's not like you don't know that person's character. ”
"What then? These eighty percent have been washed away, I don't know if they are dead or alive, and people and corpses can't be found, so if you continue to waste time, won't it be a dead end? ”
"Don't be verbose, the raft is almost ready, cross the river later."
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The quarrel of several people was very fierce, and there was a fierce debate around whether to chase or not, and how to chase.
"Yo, the raft looks pretty sturdy!" Looking at the raft that was erected next to him, Tianwu's eyes lit up, there was really no gun, no cannon, that fool built it for us, and we relied on it when we went home!
The two groups of people are opposites, of course, there is nothing to say, Tian Wu divided the weapons of several people from the iron ring.
In order to prepare for this rescue, the ring vacated almost all the green salt vegetables, and just now I wanted to put some vegetable leaves in the soup only to find that there was no at all.
Ma Wu drew up a battle plan.
"In the firelight, the eyesight will drop a lot in the dark direction, and after a while, the three of us will sneak up together, trying to get at least two people to lie down. Angkor, you don't have to do anything, don't take out that crossbow, I'm afraid I'll be killed by mistake. ”
Tian Wu: "??? ”
Of the five people after the quarrel, two continued to perfect the raft, three were sulking, two were lying and one was half-lying, where did they have the leisure to pay attention to the movements in the night.
Boom...
The footsteps on the ground sounded quickly, and Ma Wu and the others, who had been close to the distance of a few meters from the five people, no longer hid their footsteps, and suddenly pounced, and the waist knife was slashed, and the two sergeants who were lying on the ground and were about to get up screamed and were chopped to death.
The half-lying one reacted quickly, and jumped back as soon as he pulled out his waist knife, Leng Buding was slapped on the head by Xuan Jing, who jumped out silently, and fainted on the spot.
The two who were perfecting the raft retreated a long way away, drew their waist knives and faced several people in a tight battle, while their eyes wandered around looking for an opportunity to escape.
"We are from Ji Hou Mansion, who are you so bold?" One man yelled.
Ma Wu smiled: "It turned out to be Ji Hou's scumbag, and he is the one who sucks the blood of our border army the most, right?" ”
The faces of the two changed, and they immediately understood that these people were deserters from the border army! Suddenly, a look of fear appeared in his eyes.
"Tuk!"
"Poof!"
The sound of the crossbow and arrows sounded shortly, and a sergeant on the left fell to the ground with his heart in his hands and died on the spot, and the one on the right saw the opportunity very quickly, and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Looking at the surprised eyes of the three people, Tian Wu wanted to pick up the stone and knock them on the heads one by one.
Damn, look down on labor!
I can't dance with knives and guns, do I still need someone to teach me to shoot people with a broken crossbow?
I interrogated the sergeant in an unhappy mood, and then I realized that the woman who was being chased and killed was not called Ling'er at all.
Zhao Yanran, a strange girl, is twenty-four or five years old, looks weak but has a good flying knife, and is extremely light, and it is said that she is also proficient in strategy.
This woman is not from Shanbei, but came to Shanbei from Zhongzhou to do business, inadvertently out of the limelight a few times, was favored by the third son of the king of Shanbei, Jihou Li Jingxi, and after returning from the pursuit of many times in vain, she couldn't help but think crookedly, and conspiracy to catch her, afraid that she would hurt people with flying knives and hurt her tendons.
Tianwu's heart moved: "If that's the case, I'm afraid it's really a talent." ”