In the batting area, Ikawa Qiang was unusual, staring at the pitcher Mound with a solemn face: How will the first ball be thrown? Do you come up and grab the balls?

First an outer corner...... Ball?

Ikawa let it go.

Then there's an outside corner low ball.

Ikawa held on.

Minister of the Imperial Guard: "Although these uncles are talkative, they are still very cautious in the game. The high and low collocation makes full use of the three-dimensional space of the good ball belt. ”

Beauty Supervisor: "The uncles have been on the battlefield for a long time." ”

Two bad balls, no good balls. The number of balls on the defensive side is unfavorable, and if the pitcher is in a hurry to grab the good ball at this time, then Ikawa has a chance.

It's still a bad ball?

Ikawa was judged by the referee to swing more than half of the bat.

Minister of Imperial Guard: "He is worthy of being an old man, and he is not afraid to throw four bad balls, and he implements his strategy in a down-to-earth manner, making full use of every number of balls, and controlling the rhythm of the game very well." I held it until the third goal, and finally brought Ikawa-kun into the ditch. ”

Beauty Supervisor: "But in this case, if you want to do the same, and then use a bad ball to lure Ikawa to make a move, it will be difficult to do it at this table." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ikawa really held a four-bad ball escort.

Once again, it has been proved that in the sport of baseball, who is holding whom, the dust will settle and it will be known! Pitcher and hitter, who is the praying mantis? Who is the Yellow Sparrow? It's really hard to say!

"Bei sauce, the characteristics of these wild ball boys, you are really easy to open your mouth!"

"Uh-huh! I've been coaching for over two months now, and I can't say anything if I don't know my players well. ”

"Mm-hmm, I know that Bei-chan is the most reliable."

Next up was second baseman Uraga Seven.

"Strong! Tanuki Uraga looks at you. ”

"I'm going to let Ikawa get a little bit of a circle."

The boys were cheering each other on, cheering each other on, and the uncles weren't idle—catchers and pitchers, infielders, gathered on the pitcher's mound, and it seemed that they needed to discuss how to deal with the situation at hand.

Throw: "I didn't expect that after that kid ate a bad ball just now, he would never be fooled again." ”

Catch: "This is just a lower line, the seventh stick, which shows that these boys are actually very capable." ”

Second Baseman: "Oh yes, is this meeting about how good the opponent is?" ”

Shortstop: "Let's get down to business." ”

The catcher coughed lightly, "Time is running out for warm up. ”

The pitcher moved his arm: "I think it's pretty much enough, too." ”

The catcher clapped his hands: "Okay, our plan is ...... next"

There was a flurry of chatter, and the Ogisan dispersed.

The game continues.

For the first ball, the hitter Uraga let it go with the attitude of fire reconnaissance.

A good ball.

The second ball, the rhythm of the throw, although a little slow......

A good ball, if you don't shoot, it's also a good ball.

Uraga exited the batting area, and he gathered his thoughts.

The rhythm of the second ball is relatively slow, but the speed of the ball feels faster than just now?

The third shot is very delicate, will you continue to throw fastballs? Confused, Uraga enters the batting area.

Slow ball or fast ball?

Oops, it's a slow ball!

“ball！”

The ball fell under the good ball belt.

The first-base referee ruled that Uraga did not play more than half of the bat.

Minister Gomori commented in a timely manner: "After the continuous speedball, a speedball came up at the key connection, a classic ball-matching strategy. ”

"The ball is getting faster, too." Kamino Moon Belia overseer added.

"Although the number of balls is leading, Uraga-kun has fallen into passivity." Overseer's hand slowly ran over the brim of her baseball cap.

Ikawa on first base received a secret letter from the overseer to steal the base.

The pitcher is a right-hand pitcher, and when he pedals, he can't see the situation near first base behind him without turning his head, which is indeed one of the advantages of stealing bases.

There are no small bridges, no flowing water, and no people.

It is indeed sunset, where is the broken intestine?

The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the official road, and a horse suddenly appeared on the horizon and scared the crows away.

The horse has no saddle or stirrups, but there is a man lying on one side of the horse.

Wanyan Chen monk.

The horses were moving forward slowly, step by step.

Monk Wanyan Chen had been vigilant, observing the surroundings as he slowly leaned down on the horse's body and gradually stood up.

He doesn't just look with his eyes, he sees with all his senses as a hunter.

Safe? It's supposed to be safe, right? At least on this part of the journey before dark......

Gradually, the horses stopped moving.

Monk Wanyan Chen slammed his arm on the horse's back, and the whole person jumped up, and stepped on the horse's back with both feet, fully demonstrating the demeanor of a horseback nation.

Monk Chen stood on the horse without a saddle, and looked around again and again with his hands on the pergola......

The horse is very sensible and has remained in the same position without moving.

Monk Chen found no abnormalities......

Finally, Monk Chen sat down on the horse again, and then rode away slowly.

The official road returned to its silent state, and the crow ...... But he did not fall back to the old vines and trees.

With a creaking sound, the carriages appeared one after another on the official road.

A fleet of vehicles of no small size.

A small squad of knights, more than a dozen carriages.

"Monk Chen, you did a great job! Recently, thanks to you being in charge of driving the road, the convoy has come all the way and has not been disturbed by the endless attacks of the bandits. ”

"Your Excellency has won a prize! The lower officials are terrified! ”

Monk Chen was indeed terrified, because he himself didn't think that he had done a good job at all, so that the thieves had no chance. It's just that the thief suddenly didn't come, although I don't know what the reason is.

Monk Chen has been in the officialdom for a long time, although he is still a small military official, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he knows more or less what to say, and the truth above is really not to be said.

However, Monk Chen's intuition kept reminding him that the thieves were not actually far away, and the thieves had been staring at the convoy.

They're there!

Of course, this truth still can't be said, otherwise people's hearts will be shaken, the team will not be able to lead, and things that cause trouble to the leaders must not be done. Why don't they come? This heart is heavy on my heart, and Monk Chen's restless eating and sleeping in the past few days is also the proper meaning of the question.

They're there!

Why don't they come?

They will definitely come!

Thinking of this, Monk Chen tightly grasped the hilt of his saber.

When that time comes, where do you go from here?

Fight to the death?

Easy to say! Life has been difficult to die in since ancient times, let alone a death battle without a glimmer of hope!

Falling into such an isolated and helpless situation, I'm afraid it wasn't the group of thieves who had calculated it a long time ago!

Although these thieves continued to attack the horse team along the way, they were very measured in their actions and only killed the leader. Whoever comes out on top in the team will not see the sunrise the next day.

"Only punish the evil, and never ask!" Action is silent proof.

The most ruthless evidence is that the shot never misses, and the person who is killed will appear on the road of the horse team the next day.

As a Jin man, Monk Chen knew that his clansmen were not good-tempered, and this kind of blatant provocation would inevitably arouse the anger of the Jin people, but a group of people shouted for revenge and went back, but they didn't know where the enemy was. The golden man who screamed the most fiercely would inevitably be corpsed the next day, following in the footsteps of those who came out.

Kill chickens and monkeys, rabbits and foxes are sad!

Once, twice, three times, no matter how guarded, no matter how vigilant, it is completely useless. The camp, the sentry, all have become decorations, you can come and go when you want, and you don't even know if you come and go! No trace was left...... Wrong! Something was left, a bright red flower, the only clue that could be found every time.

A sprig of flowers......

And the one who disappeared was as if he had never been in the team...... Until his body was found the next day.

Before Monk Chen became a small military official, he also studied for a few years, and he was also a talent in the Jin Kingdom. Monk Chen, who was considered an intellectual among the Jin people, remembered that there was such a line in the Tang poems of the Han people......

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles."

It's just right!

The anger of the golden people is at its peak, and it is useless! And then...... Day after day, the situation took a turn for the worse. People's anger gradually dissipated, negativity gradually began to spread, and fear began to gradually take over.

Monk Chen knew that if there was no opportunity to change the atmosphere of the team, I was afraid that the collapse of the entire horse team was imminent.

Who did the little prince who went to the Southern Song Dynasty offend this time? So powerful! This ability is simply explosive, and Monk Chen has a bold idea in his heart, even if it is the elite of the Southern Song Dynasty court, or the elite of his home country, Jinguo, it is impossible to have this ability!

It can't be done by one person! It must have been an organized operation.