Chapter Eighty-Three: The Escape Accident
Han Xiaoying gently wiped away the tears on her face for her, and said gently: "Hua Zheng, the matter has come to this, what's the use of you crying, let's listen to the second senior brother, hurry up and find a way to get out." ”
"Sister Huazheng, don't cry, I'm sad when you cry." Guo Jing stood beside her, and there was a little red in his eyes, "My mother has just died, and I haven't cried much, what's the use of crying, we should spend more energy on revenge." ”
Listening to Guo Jing's words, Hua Zheng raised his head: "Is Auntie also dead?" Guo Jing's mother Li Ping is gentle and kind, and she is also very good to herself, Hua Zheng naturally likes her very much, and can be said to be the second favorite person besides her mother.
Guo Jing nodded heavily, staring at the small courtyard where the layers of smoke rose, and said resolutely: "No matter what." I must avenge this revenge. ”
"What's going on over there in the Golden Horde, let's go find Mrs. Heelun and lead someone to break out." Zhu Cong interrupted them and asked about the situation on the Golden Horde.
"Over there, over there" mentioned the Golden Horde, and clusters of arrows rained down in front of Hua Zheng's eyes, blood flowed everywhere, and the corpses of women and children in the tribe. Hua Zhengdi's eyes were red again. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down and said: "The people over there are almost dead, Wang Han's tens of thousands of iron horsemen are surrounding the Golden Horde, and Mrs. Heelun is also surrounded by it, and when I come over, the Golden Horde is almost about to be captured." ”
"Huh?" Everyone was surprised, but they didn't expect that the core of the camp was surrounded by enemy cavalry. A few of them still want to find Mrs. Heerlun to gather people to break through, it seems that it will not work, and fortunately Hua Zheng came over, if it weren't for this, a few of them just happened to be sent to death in the past, and now only a few of them want to break through.
"What should I do?" The whole blonde was a little anxious. If you want to break out of the army of thousands, the strength of a few people will definitely not work.
The snake staff in Ke Zhen's evil hand paused heavily and shouted: "What a panic!" Second, you can get an idea. "Zhu Cong is the smartest of the few, and it is most appropriate for him to come up with ideas.
Zhu Cong nodded, pondering, now the plan. Hard breaking must not work, hard can't be done, then you can only come to the soft ground, the eyes can't help but sweep to the ground a few corpses, the folding fan in his hand is closed, and he shouts: "There is!" ”
Burning smoke rose from a gray yurt, and three Mongol cavalrymen rode on their horses with a big grin. From time to time, large groups of cavalry rode past them. A Mongolian tiger hat on the side was low, and he said to one of the Mongolian cavalrymen who looked like a leader with some nervousness: "Second Master, is this okay?" Won't they see it? ”
This Mongolian is dressed up as Guo Jing. The second master in his mouth is naturally Zhu Cong. Zhu Cong saw the corpses and came up with an idea. It was the cavalry pretending to be Wang Han and slowly approaching the periphery in order to break out of the encirclement. But now there were only four sets of Mongolian soldiers' clothes, and there were eight of them together who had to find eight sets.
Zhu Cong glanced at Guo Jing, and said in his heart that it was all this time, why did he still say this: "Jing'er, you and I have higher chests, now you don't have to think about anything else, you are just a cavalryman, and nothing else has anything to do with you." When Guo Jing heard this, his face turned red, but his chest was much higher.
The other person pretending to be a Mongolian cavalry on the side is Nan Xiren, he has the best kung fu among several people, and he is a stable person, so he chose him, he smiled: "It's all this time, Jing'er, don't think nonsense, I think the idea of the second brother is good." ”
The three of them whispered this, and three cavalrymen passed by, Zhu Cong stretched out his hand and stopped them in Mongolian, he had been in the grassland for several years, and the smart Zhu Cong had already learned the Mongolian language. Zhu Cong beckoned them to stop.
The three cavalrymen saw that they were cavalrymen who looked like centurions, and they didn't dare to slack off, the officials of the Wang Han tribe were strict, and they should treat the superior with courtesy for the subordinates. Zhu Cong didn't say much, only said: "There is something here." He turned and went back, beckoning them to follow.
The three horsemen followed to the bend of the yurt, and before they could figure it out, they fell off their horses with great force. After these three people got it, Zhu Cong and the three of them repeated the old plan and called two more cavalrymen. After the clothes and horses were ready, several people changed into the clothes of the Mongolian soldiers, although the two dwarfs of Han Xiaoying and Hua Zheng were a little ill-fitting, but they still couldn't see it on the horse, their faces were covered with dust, and they couldn't tell that they were two girls at all, and they looked at two thin Mongolian boys by mistake.
A group of eight people, leading the horse to gallop westward silently, according to Zhu Cong's estimate, Xiying has the least smoke, and it should be a weaker place for the enemy. Walked all the way through countless broken yurts, or with the remnants of the fire, or with the corpses dripping with blood, to the gate of Xiying. The former majestic Yuanmen fell to the ground lonely, and the trampling of countless people and horses had already made its majesty disappear.
The eight horsemen had just stepped through the gate, left the western camp, and arrived outside Temujin's camp, but before they could be happy, the sound of clattering horses reached several people. Zhang Zhangli aimed his bow and arrow at them. "Why don't you go and kill the enemy, but run out of the camp?" The cavalry led by him was dressed in the costume of the Jin Kingdom, flicked his horse whip in the air, and reprimanded in a fierce voice.
These people are the team of the envoys of the Jin country, after this trip, Yan Honglie brought most of the envoy guards of the Jin country, except for the thousands of people who guarded the side, the rest of the people were sent to sweep the fish that slipped through the net, they saw that several people were dressed up in the Wang Han tribe, but they went out, and immediately had suspicions, the captain beckoned, and the subordinates behind him opened their bows and arrows, as long as one was not right, they had to release the arrows.
The eight cavalry were stunned for a while, they didn't expect to meet the cavalry of the Jin people just out of the camp, and there were as many as a hundred people, Zhu Cong grabbed the reins, measured the distance with the person with his eyes, it was about dozens of meters away, and it was not easy to rush over, and his brows couldn't help frowning.
Zhu Cong nodded and rode his horse to meet him. He greeted from afar, "This Lord Jinguo, we are on the orders of the young master Shi Du...... Zhu Cong rode his horse and approached him unhurriedly, if he rode too fast, he was afraid of arousing his vigilance.
The captain of the cavalry of the Jin Kingdom can be said to be showing off his might and power in the Wanghan tribe during this time, seeing that the other party is respectful, he also relaxed his vigilance, and at this time Zhu Cong reached into his arms, he also thought that the other party was going to bribe him, and he was even more proud at the moment, but he might as well Zhu Cong took out something from his arms and threw it directly into his face, and at the same time, with a luck under his feet, the person rose into the air. It landed behind his horse like a wild goose, and the captain had not yet had time to react. Zhu Cong was already sitting behind him with a smile, a sharp dagger against the back of his neck.