Qin Yang didn't care and waved her hand: "People know that they are going to die, it's normal to cry, she wants to go back to Yandu, and she doesn't dare to mess up." ”

What's more, she hasn't found out whether Wen Wanrong is eyeliner or not, and what do you want to do so much.

He told Song Zhi that everything was going according to plan.

The surprise attack was scheduled to get dark four days later, and during these four days, Qin Yang deliberately relaxed his guard on Wen Wanrong.

Since the day Wen Wanrong knew about the beauty's plan, she stayed outside the camp and read books every day, not crying, not making trouble, not going out, and not talking to anyone, so quiet that she had no sense of existence.

Until half an hour before departure, there were no anomalies.

Qin Yang knew that Wen Wanrong was indeed not eyeliner.

But even if it's not, you can't change your tactics.

"You cry and mourn your face, who to show it." He was quite satisfied with Wen Wanrong's disguise as a Northern Barbarian woman, but his expression was too depressed.

Wen Wanrong tugged at the corners of her mouth stiffly, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Qin Yang looked at it and came to the fire: "Just like you, the enemy must rape first and then kill, don't expect Lao Tzu to pick up the corpse." ”

So saying, he hung her in place, and called for someone to bring her over and send her away.

"General Qin," before getting on the horse, Wen Wanrong suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Yang's cloak and whispered, "I have two sentences, can I go after speaking?" ”

"You say."

"I don't want to die, if you can escape, can you bring me back?"

Her voice was not loud, but Qin Yang could hear it clearly.

He looked at her for a moment, his expression dark: "Hold out in a quarter of an hour, I will arrive, you find a way to find me yourself." ”

"Okay."

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, Wen Wanrong wants to survive.

Later, she was sent to the reconnaissance range of the enemy camp and became a person.

Wen Wanrong looked at the torches dotted in the distance, and observed the terrain, although she didn't understand military affairs, she could see that there were not many garrisons in the Beiban grain and grass camp.

The fewer guards, the better her chances of escaping.

Wen Wanrong took a few deep breaths, grabbed the dirt on the ground and wiped it on her face and clothes, and tore off a cuff to make herself look like an embarrassed and displaced refugee.

Then he ran all the way in the direction of the camp, deliberately crashing into the guards at the door.

The guard immediately blocked it with a sword, shouting the Northern Barbarian dialect that she didn't understand.

Wen Wanrong didn't know what it meant, and she couldn't say it, so she could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, and tell the other party that she was lost in distress.

The guards apparently did not believe that a suspicious woman suddenly appeared.

He shoved her a few times and told her to get out of here.

Wen Wanrong's foot injury had not healed, she couldn't stand steadily, stumbled back, sat on the ground with her buttocks, and burst into tears in pain.

The guards thought she was deliberately not leaving, yelled louder than just now, and slapped her backhand.

Wen Wanrong's mouth immediately smelled of rust, she covered her red and swollen face, her ears were buzzing, and she was still thinking about what to do, when she heard another man's voice appear, and the guard immediately quieted down.

She guessed that the movement was too loud, attracting the head of the barracks.

The other party probably saw that she was a woman, and asked someone to bring a torch, pinched her chin, and looked at her for a while.

Wen Wanrong's face was full of mud, but a pair of autumn water cut pupils, under the orange red fire, sparkling, bright and clear, especially the reddened eye sockets, like dansha painted in the corners of the eyebrows A shallow shadow, adding a bit of charm and charm to the immature face.

The Northern Barbarian man, who has also been locked up in the barracks for a few months, not to mention the first-class goods, is eager to be a woman and pick up the essence.

Covetous and greedy gazes wandered over her, as if she had made up her mind.

Wen Wanrong didn't have time to react, so she was picked up horizontally and went to the direction of the camp.

She knew that the other party had taken the hook, and how to retreat next, beating a drum in her heart.

Qin Yang taught her a lesson too deeply, and she was afraid to do it again.

After some thought, she took the initiative to attack, and after entering the camp, she tried to be obedient and well-behaved, and asked to wash her face.

For beautiful women, the inferiority of men's instincts is basically responsive.

Not long after, someone brought a basin of water, Wen Wanrong smiled at the leader, and slowly washed it with delay.

The leader was not in a hurry, and asked someone to bring wine and food, beckoned to Wen Wanrong, and motioned for her to come over and drink with him.

Wen Wanrong knew that a few cups of yellow soup would be in her stomach, this man would plot against her, and she would definitely not be able to escape.

However, refusal, anger the other party, the same lifeless.

Her mind was spinning fast, and she was still thinking of countermeasures, when suddenly a force dragged her over, and a glass of wine forced her in.