The Qinshan Mountains stretch endlessly, and the team of Jianghe has been walking in the mountains for several days. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In addition, the mountain road is bumpy and rugged, although I am used to riding a horse, I still feel a little uncomfortable. Looking at Wu Xiaobei and Xiu'er in the carriage again, both of them were pale.

When they reached the mountainside, and in the evening, the housekeeper chose a slightly flat place and arranged for the team to rest for the night. Jiang He got off the horse, Wu Xiaobei was also helped out of the car by the maid, Jiang He smiled at her, and she barely squeezed out a smile in response.

Jiang He moved the horse to the river and tied it, and then went to the river to wash his face, these days the wind and sun have made him tan more than once, but from the skin color looks more like a southerner.

The soldier is washing rice and cooking, and the maid is also washing rice by the river, Jiang He is impossible to eat a pot of rice with the young lady, he only eats and lives with the soldiers these days, but it is much better than the steamed bun dry food he brought himself.

After washing his face, Jiang He took some grass for the horse, patted the dust on his body, and opened the map to see that at this moment they had reached the edge of the Qinshan Mountain Range, and they should be able to leave the mountain in two days.

Wu Xiaobei squatted by the river, the mountain stream in summer was always full of vitality, rushing towards the bottom of the mountain, occasionally rolling up a circle of small whirlpools in the river, she quietly looked at those whirlpools, feeling that they always had an inexplicable vitality.

Jiang He looked at the soldiers who were resting in place, and then turned his head to look at Wu Xiaobei who was squatting by the river.

Who are you? What are these soldiers nervous about? Wu Xiaobei.

The night in the mountains came earlier, and perhaps the sun had not yet set completely, but it was finally blocked by the mountains, and when you looked up, there was only the dark night and the stars, and the soldiers had already lit the fire. Jiang He sat in the pile of soldiers and listened to them discuss spirits and women aloud, speaking vulgarly and loudly. The other fire was enjoyed by Wu Xiaobei and the maid alone, the housekeeper and the soldiers who were keeping vigil were farther away, and Jiang He only felt that the mountain wind was a little strong.

The soldiers often had a pot of wine, which was passed around the crowd, one person took a sip, and it was also passed to the hands of the river, but the river waved his hand and refused. It's not that Jiang He doesn't drink, it's just that he really can't accept the greasy-looking wine jug and the spout full of saliva.

Jiang He drew two torches, sat down in front of the tent, lit a fire in front of him, and then took out a book by the light of the fire to read. He needs knowledge now, a lot of knowledge. I don't know when Wu Xiaobei came to his side, Jiang He heard the sound and looked up and saw her holding the puppy and quietly watching and sitting in front of the fire.

"Sir is very hardworking. Wu Xiaobei added a piece of firewood to the fire.

Jiang He also closed the book, took a branch and wrote on the ground: "Because of ignorance." ”

Wu Xiaobei looked at the words on the ground seriously, and then said with a smile: "Mr. is not an ignorant person. ”

Jiang He shook his head, picked up the branch and was about to write again, when suddenly he felt a chill, a very strong coldness!

Murderous!

Jiang He raised his head suddenly, and the black mountain stream in front of him suddenly revealed endless killing intent, and the hidden depths of the night were like fanged beasts that had been crawling.

The old butler seemed to have noticed something, and stood up suddenly.

"Whew!"

An arrow flew, and the black arrow merged with the dark night, and disappeared from all shapes, and when it was found, the feather had already flown in front of it!

But Jiang He still heard the sound of breaking the air and the slight sound of the whirring air at the end of the arrow feather, and the arrow came from the upper right and headed towards Wu Xiaobei!

Jiang He pounced on Wu Xiaobei, instantly knocked her to the ground, and then kicked the fire on the ground away, in this dark night, standing in front of the fire is simply a live target!

"Enemy attack!"

The soldiers on the night watch let out a loud shout, but it was too late, dozens of arrow feathers had already landed in the area where the soldiers were, and the arrows made a dull popping sound as they entered the flesh. The screams of the soldiers were followed.

The river pulled up Wu Xiaobei and retreated to the rear. The place was too flat for the enemy to hide from in the second salvo on the opposite hillside.

Jiang He had never been in such a thrilling situation, and the arrows flying from the dense forest were as cruel and merciless as a torrential rain falling from the sky.

Duh!

The second round of arrows has arrived!

At this moment, Jiang He had already pulled Wu Xiaobei to hide behind the carriage, and an arrow was shot at the horse. The horse screamed in pain and ran forward like crazy. The lightly wounded soldiers quickly got up, and leaned in with their shields in the middle of the second round of arrows.

Another terrifying rain of arrows struck the shield in the soldier's hand, making a dull crashing sound. Some arrow feathers flew to the ground in front of them, instantly striking stone grains, which shows the horror of the force!

The arrow feather finally stopped, and the carriage had not gone far before it collapsed. A deathly silence ensued, like a dark cloud slowly piling up before a rainstorm, sinking terribly. The world that was still laughter just now has become a purgatory on earth in an instant!

"Xiu'er?" Wu Xiaobei looked at the pitch-black ground and trembled and shouted softly.

All that answered her was the eternal silence and the sound of the rushing river.

Jiang He covered her mouth and didn't let her speak again. He felt Wu Xiaobei's hot tears like soybeans dripping down his hands one by one.

"Move!" shouted the old butler, standing not far away.

The soldier slowly moved forward with his shield in his hand, his steps light and heavy, with only the occasional slight thud of his shields bumping together. But before they could move two steps, a loud thunderous sound came overhead. Jiang He's heart is cold, rolling stones!

He pressed Wu Xiaobei's shoulder and leaned hard against the edge of the cliff, and the stone the size of a water tank above his head made a rumbling sound, like a loud thunder, and instantly rolled down from the top of his head!

One after another, the ground at the foot of the river shook and shook, countless pieces and dust were smashed into the air, and a stone bullet flew up and scraped on Jiang He's face, drawing an inch-long hole, and blood flowed down his cheek instantly.

The soldiers who reacted a little slower had already been buried under the stone pile, and in the end, there were only three soldiers left standing beside Jiang He and Wu Xiaobei.

They were all gasping for air, a stark contrast to the eerie night. The cold moon shone indifferently on the mountain, and a piece of moonlight shone on the blood-stained river.

Jiang He knew that now was never the time to catch his breath, so he pulled Wu Xiaobei, who was already sluggish, up and ran to the east.

But before he had reached ten paces, a rush of footsteps came from the front and back. By the moonlight, there were more than ten people, from beginning to end, this was a mortal situation!

The old butler stood at the front with a knife, old tears were in his eyes, he never thought that he would one day die in the hands of the southerners, his knife had not been stained with the blood of his own people for too many years.

He wiped the tears and blood from his face, and shouted loudly: "Protect Miss, kill!"

The three soldiers were expressionless, their eyes full of determination, even though their comrades had almost all fallen from the attack. They threw their shields heavily on the ground, drew the knife at their waists, and quickly formed a defensive formation, forming a triangle to surround Jiang He and Wu Xiaobei. Jiang He pulled Wu Xiaobei tightly, and he also held a cold knife in his hand.

The sound of neat and slight footsteps could be heard in the distance, and judging from the comparison of the number of people alone, it was already a battle without suspense.