After a few loud bangs, the river suddenly fell silent, it was a deathly quiet, quiet and depressing, still nervous, and still so still that the heart was pounding.

Shen Tong held Fang Fei's hand tightly, his eyes rising and falling on the surface of the river and the banks of the river.

The canal is an artificially dug river, and its course is far less wide than the natural rivers and lakes, and this is the narrowest part of the road.

Choose here, better control the situation, do not give the other party a chance to escape, eight ships pursuit, strong siege, torpedo bombing, there is a front reconnaissance, there are primary and secondary, there are tactics, there are rear hands.

Shen Tong's palms were wet, is this Tu Wei and the dead?

Not long ago, she also saw Tu Wei in the Old Dragon King Temple, Tu Wei will report it, he thought that Tao Shiyi handed over the real Shen Tong to the Yang family, so he killed Tao Shiyi Manmen, and now he is here to hunt down Yang Jincheng?

This change came too quickly, and the sudden rush of thought made Shen Tong break out in a cold sweat.

The Dead Soldier's Battalion, the previous life occupied almost all of her life.

"Fire, it's on fire!"

With the exclamation, the firelight reflected the red surface of the river, in fact, it was only in an instant, in the raging flames, the large carved pillars of the big ship disappeared on the water, the sky-high fire was swallowed in the ripples, only the smoke that had not yet dispersed proved that everything just now was not a dream.

"Look, someone, someone!"

A few black dots suddenly emerged from the water and swam desperately towards the shore.

"It's useless, you can't escape unless you let it go on purpose." Shen Tong muttered.

"Miss, that's the kind boy's boat." Fang Fei was a little sad, she was only nine years old, this was the first time she had faced death, it was someone she had seen, the ship was on fire, and it sank, and it would be dead.

Shen Tong didn't guess wrong, on the green riverbank, a group of people suddenly appeared, they were holding longbows, and feathered arrows shot like rain on the river!

"Ahh His hand loosened weakly, and the man he was dragging sank down.

Seeing this, Yang Jincheng, who followed closely, sank in his heart, this person was not his entourage, he was the Flying Fish Guard under his uncle! The person who sank was his uncle Yang Jie!

Yang Jincheng plunged into the water with a fierce son, and he, like his guards, grew up in the north since he was a child, and became watery.

But he had to save his uncle.

This time, Yang Jincheng went out of Beijing, bringing more than 30 people and two of his father's staff, he stayed in Long'an Mansion for two days, and joined his uncle Yang Jie and returned to Beijing together. Last year, Yang Jie was transferred to Flying Fish Guard, although he was only a deputy envoy for the time being, but this meant that the Yang family finally began to control Flying Fish Guard.

This time, Yang Jie secretly came to Long'an Mansion, rode lightly, and did not alarm anyone, and fifteen Flying Fish Guards dressed as ordinary attendants were also on the ship......

When the torpedo hit, he and his uncle were discussing countermeasures, they had already found the eight boats, and when they docked, Flying Fish Guard secretly checked that it was the boat of the Canal Gang, and it was the merchant and his family.

They had long noticed the merchant's boat, the man in a brocade robe, and the little maid who followed the family to buy.

The Canal Gang wants to do business, of course, it's not worth Flying Fish Guard's shot, but the Canal Gang will inevitably make a big fuss, eight boats! Amusing.

But now, Yang Jincheng knows, it's themselves who are ridiculous!

What merchants, what canal gangs, are all tricks, this torpedo, this rain of arrows, this is warfare, this is the art of war.

Yang Jincheng held his breath and swam in the direction where Yang Jie sank, Yang Jie didn't know how to water, his hands and feet were fluttering together, his body was getting heavier and heavier, Yang Jincheng hugged his leg from under the water and held it up hard......

Yang Jie's head had just surfaced, and there were random arrows flying, one arrow was like a flash of wind and lightning, hitting Yang Jie's eyebrows!

Blood swept across the river, and the exhausted Yang Jincheng finally let go......

When night falls, the Grand Canal returns to its tranquility, with no wind, no waves, and sparkling fishing lights.

Through the curtain, the two little girls did not move, frightened by the events of the day, today they were extraordinarily quiet, did not chirp, did not throw the leftover mussel shells into the river to play, they drank the cup of tea, and hung the curtain early, and should have fallen asleep by this time.

Mo dared to come in with a smile, and there was irrepressible excitement in his voice: "Seven young people are here!" ”

Jiang Shuangliu's cold face had warmth, and he dared to come back at this time, this is really bold.

There is such a big thing, the surrounding coastal yamen, all levels of guard camps, and even the Dragon and Tiger Guard will be dispatched, within three days, the flying fish guard will hear the news, and even he is ready to disguise himself to go by land, leaving the place of right and wrong, he, the initiator, instead went and returned, the prince said that he had a brave word on his chest, let him read more and sharpen his temperament.

Fang Fei's even breathing came from his ears, and Shen Tong slowly opened his eyes.

There is sweat medicine in the tea, Shen Tong vomited quietly, she has a way to pretend to drink the tea, she didn't stop Fang Fei, the surname Jiang wanted to kill them, just like pinching an ant to death, just strangle it, there is no need to waste sweat medicine, so there must be something that can't let them know tonight.

In the past two days, the behavior of the surname Jiang is too strange, if he has nothing to do with the eight boats, Shen Tong will not believe it.

But if those eight boats were slaughter guards and dead soldiers' battalions......

Shen Tong no longer wanted to go down, not that she didn't dare, but that she didn't have time, she was leaving, but not tonight.

In this life, she doesn't want to enter the camp of the dead again, she would rather beg for food and go to Beijing than risk being captured by the slaughter guards to take a hitchhiker.

There was the sound of footsteps, the sound of leather boots on the board.

"Old Jiang, your place is too small." A voice came, very young, a teenager, or, a child.

"Yes, it's not as good as seven less, it's all a big battle." It was Master Jiang who spoke.

"How's it going today?" The boy asked.

"Heroes out of youth." Master Jiang said.

"It's a pity that Yang Jincheng ran away." There was no disappointment in the boy's voice, some were full of hatred.

"Yang Jie is dead, and the goal has been achieved." Master Jiang persuaded him.

"No, it's not enough......" There was a thick nasal voice in the teenager's voice, and he cried?

"Seven less, what's the ...... What's wrong, what's wrong, aren't you going to Beijing? Why did you come here all of a sudden? Master Jiang asked anxiously.

The boy's voice sounded again, still nasal, but every word he said was like an ice stone breaking, calm and cold.

"The prince is gone."

Silent, the needle drop can be heard, and through the curtain, you can also feel the depression like a hole sealed for ten thousand years.

There was a pop of knees falling to the ground, and the adult man's sad and angry voice said: "What instructions does the prince have?" ”

"The mighty general Jiang Shuangliu and the commander of the palace guard of the Qin Wangfu Xiao Ren led all the generals under their command to return to Xi'an as soon as possible, without delay, and those who violated the order will be dealt with by military law!"