The Han people who were rescued by Mu Qingli stumbled slowly in the passage along the way.

They have been in a state of not having enough to eat and drink for a long time, and their physical strength has been seriously overdrawn, and the only thing that supports them to go on is their extreme desire for life.

This three-kilometer passage, in their eyes, is suffocating. They were afraid that they would be caught back by the Hu people behind them, and they would continue to live in fear and death.

I don't know how long it took, the faltering people met the advancing Zhendong army unexpectedly.

As soon as they saw the army, the people thought it was Hu Ren, and they were so frightened that they retreated again and again, desperate in their hearts, or Zhao Ziyi, who was still riding on a horse and walking in front, took the lead to appease: "Don't be afraid, we are the Zhendong Army." ”

By the light of the torches, Zhao Ziyi recognized at a glance that the scrawny team in front of him was the Han people.

Hearing that it was the Zhendong Army, the people finally left tears in their eyes: "The Zhendong Army! ”

Zhao Ziyi turned over and dismounted, approached the people, and asked, "Are you from the checkpoint?" Have you met other soldiers of our Zhendong Army? ”

A young man with a yellow face and thin muscles closest to Zhao Ziyi said fiercely when he heard this: "General! Go and save them! ”

"Yes, General, go back and save them."

The others chimed in, their faces anxious.

Zhao Ziyi's heart sank, and he quickly turned over and got on the horse, "I'm sorry for everyone to make way." ”

Although the sound was not loud, the people heard it, and everyone went to the cliffs on both sides of the passage, and after a while, they gave way to a wide road.

"Drive!"

Zhao Ziyi waved his horsewhip and left, and the Zhendong army behind him quickly followed.

When they arrived, Zhao Ziyang and his party were almost wiped out.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang, who was covered with large and small wounds, Zhao Ziyi's always indifferent face showed urgency, he stepped forward, turned over and dismounted to support Zhao Ziyang's crumbling figure, "Ziyang." ”

Zhao Ziyang grinned at Zhao Ziyi, revealing his white teeth: "Big brother, you're here!" ”

"Well, I'm here."

In the face of the fierce and large number of Zhendong troops, the Huhai people had no room for resistance at all, and were soon annihilated by the Zhendong army.

The ancient city, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, was torn off a big hole by the Zhendong Army after sacrificing nearly two hundred pioneer soldiers.

After capturing the checkpoint, Zhao Ziyi did not rush to arrange an attack on the ancient city, but divided his troops and attacked the other three checkpoints around the ancient city at the same time.

The raid team of 200 people led by Zhao Ziyang killed 185 people, and the 15 surviving people were seriously wounded.

Mu Qingli was overdrawn in physical strength at the moment before Zhao Ziyi led the army to attack, and he was hit by arrows in his legs and abdomen, and fell to the ground and fainted.

The seriously injured group, after the doctors hastily treated the wounds, were carried to the temporary wounded barracks in Wangcheng.

When Mu Qingli woke up, the pain of the wound made her gasp, she struggled to prop up her upper body, and looked at the wound: she was hit by an arrow in the thigh and calf of her left leg, two arrows in the calf of her right leg, and a knife wound on her left arm that was deep and bone-seeing, and the most serious was an arrow in her left abdomen.

Mu Qingli was afraid for a while, if she hadn't leaked some of the power of that arrow, she was afraid that she would be shot through the abdomen! In such a medical environment in ancient times, she couldn't imagine if she could survive being shot through the abdomen.

Looking at the clothes on his body again, Mu Qingli breathed a long sigh of relief, unloaded his strength and lay back on the plank weakly. Fortunately, when they treated the wound, they did not take off her clothes and pants, but only cut the fabric that blocked the wound, and her identity was once again dangerously kept secret.