Wang Yong knew that he had definitely been discovered. It's okay if he was killed by the Tartars, the news that the emperor was trapped can't be sent, and Lord Song has also failed to live up to his trust and please, which is the most important thing.

The Tartar cavalry was getting closer and closer, Wang Yong's eyes wandered around, and at a glance he saw a puddle of water that had accumulated water after the rain not far away, and suddenly he was in a hurry and rolled into the small puddle; The puddle was not deep, but it was full of sludge, Wang Yong lay his body in the sludge and sewage, only showing his two eyes under a clump of long grass at the edge, the sound of hooves was audible, and a gurgling bird song came, and more than 20 Tartar soldiers had arrived at the hiding place just now.

"Huh, what about people? The direction pointed by the brother on the watchtower just now was here, and it was gone in the blink of an eye. A Tartar shouted as he strangled his whirling warhorse.

Another Tartar jumped off his horse and soon saw the traces of Wang Yong tumbling into a puddle in which the ripples of sewage had not stopped, and bubbles were still bubbling in the water, apparently someone was hiding in the water.

The tartar squeezed his eyes and made a gesture, and deliberately said loudly: "I think it's because the lookout's brother is blind, no one is here at all, damn it, let's run for nothing." ”

At the same time, several Tartar soldiers quietly dismounted, holding long knives and slowly approaching the puddle, one boot showing half of its heel in the mud, several Tartars covered their mouths and snickered, and at the same time raised their scimitars, shouting: "Tell you to fucking hide in the water." ”

As he spoke, the scimitar slashed the heel of the boot that was half exposed on the paper, along with a large area around it.

The scimitar rose and fell, the muddy water splashed wildly, scattered, and the Tartar laughed piercingly, startling a few larks not far away who spread their wings and flew straight into the sky.

There was not a trace of blood coming out of the sewage, and the Tartars who were slashing with knives stopped their movements with their faces full of sewage water stains and consternation, looked at each other in amazement, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and a huge thing covered in mud suddenly jumped out of the puddle, and in the muddy water, a silver light flashed by, and the two Tartar soldiers stood in the water with a frightened expression, holding their throats with their hands and gurgling, and then fell into the water with a bang, and the vigorous blood quickly stained the red and turbid sewage.

"It's not good, this son of a bitch's murder." The Tartars reacted and let out a shout.

Wang Yong, one of the thirteen Taibao of the Beizhen Fusi, is not in vain, the embroidered spring knife is as fast as a lightning sneak attack, the two Tartars were immediately cut throats, after killing the two, the barefoot Wang Yong flew ashore with the smelly sludge, rushed to a few horses twenty steps away before the Tartar soldiers surrounded him, his footsteps were a little on the grass, and he flew on the back of a war horse, his legs were clamped, and the horse galloped wildly.

The Tartar soldiers scolded and got on their horses to chase after them, the horn sounded, and the Tartars in the Yangyuan barracks also reacted quickly, and dozens of horsemen rushed out of the camp gate to intercept them.

Wang Yong slammed his horse and galloped southward, ignoring the Tartar soldiers who came to intercept him in front of him, staring at him and holding his embroidered spring knife high and passing through the dozens of horsemen who intercepted him, and the three Tartars behind him rolled off the horse, and Wang Yong's shoulders also had a deep snow hole.

"Shoot the arrows!" One of the leaders shouted angrily.

All the Tartars woke up, and took out the bows and arrows on their backs and bent the bows to shoot, the Tartars were already good at shooting arrows on horseback, and the bumps did not lose their heads at all, dozens of arrow feathers were like poisonous snakes and went straight to Wang Yong's heart, Wang Yong knew that it was powerful, and his body slipped out of the horse's belly to play in a stirrup to hide, and the feather arrows crossed the horse's back with a screaming sound, and the horse's speed did not slow down and rushed through the open space next to the camp to the south of the mountain pass.

The Tartars chased closely, and four or five groups of horses in the camp also joined the chasing team, and the feather arrows swept over Wang Yong's head and sideways, Wang Yong shrank his head and waved his long knife to block, trying to dodge, and the danger was full of dangers.

"Shoot the horse, shoot the horse." Someone shouted.

Everyone was like an enlightenment, and the truth of shooting people and horses first actually forgot about it, and suddenly a large nest of feather arrows shot at the war horse under Wang Yong's crotch.

Wang Yong scolded in his heart, turned around and waved the embroidered spring knife at the horse's hips to block, the feather arrows were too dense, although he blocked five or six feather arrows, but the left and right were not complete, a feather arrow went straight to the horse's right thigh and shot at it, and Wang Yong's embroidered spring knife just swung to the left to block a flying feather, and the strength was blocked with the old flawless force. Between the lightning and the fire, Wang Yong's hanging left hand saw the way the arrow came and stretched out his hand to block it, and he heard a 'poof' sound of blood splashing, Wang Yong screamed in pain, and the palm of his left hand was shot through by a flying feather, and the arrow was only a fraction away from the horse's leg, and was blocked by Wang Yong with his hand.

The Tartars screamed and cursed, Wang Yong got up in pain, pulled out his feathered arrows with all his might, and whipped the horse's buttocks with the arrows, and the horse seemed to know that Wang Yong had saved its life, and rushed to the exit of the valley.

Although the Tartar soldiers pursued relentlessly, but as one person and one horse in front of them filled the entrance of the valley and disappeared into the rocks, the horn to stop the pursuit also sounded, for an unknown person to let the brigade of men and horses chase out of the mountain pass is not allowed, outside the mountain pass is the boundary of the war with the Ulzhou soldiers and horses, since the Black Mountain Fort was killed by the Ulzhou soldiers and horses more than 40 people more than ten days ago, the Shangguan ordered not to go out of the mountain pass, no one dared to disobey this order, can only watch the muddy brave guy go away.

Wang Yong didn't dare to stop at all, although there seemed to be no pursuers behind him, Wang Yong still hit the horse's buttocks frantically, forcing the horse to use all his energy; On his hands, the wound in the shoulder socket was full of blood, and with the bump of the horse's back, the blood in the wound also splashed bumpy, and the whole body became bloody, and he was also worried that he would not be able to hold out to Fort Black Mountain, so he had to run with all his might.

An hour later, on the walled fort on the top of the Black Mountain Fort, the Ulzhou guards stationed in the garrison saw a horse galloping out of the mountain road to the north, and stared at it vigilantly.

The soldiers on the wall hurriedly reported to the hundred households guarding the fort, and the hundred households led the people down the hill to the front, and they were all startled, this person's head and face were full of mud, and his body was blood-red, and he was almost no longer human.

"Hey, who are you?" A flag officer kicked Wang Yong, who was motionless.

This kick happened to be lifted at the wound of Wang Yong's shoulder socket, Wang Yong woke up in pain, and in a daze, he opened his eyes wide and saw the soldiers in Ming army uniform surrounding him, and he was excited to get up, but he found that his whole body was weak and could not move at all, and his mouth could not speak.

"Who are you?" The little flag asked again.

Wang Yong barely raised his finger and pointed to his waist, tilting his head and fainting.

"Search for him." Hyakhe ordered.

Xiao Qi covered his nose and stretched out his hand to grope on Wang Yong's dirty waist, and suddenly found a black sign full of muddy water, the hundred households frowned and took it, wiped it with a cloth towel, and suddenly exclaimed: "Beizhen Fusi Jinyi Wei guards hundreds of households? Hurry up, save the walled fort. ”

Everyone was shocked, and carried Wang Yong back to the fort with all hands and feet, stripped off his clothes, washed it with water, medicated the wound, and poured down a big bowl of hot soup, and Wang Yong slept until night, and finally woke up.

"Hurry up, send me into Ulju City to see Lord Jiang." Wang Yong shouted loudly when he woke up.

"Are you one of the hundred households of Fusi in Beizhen?" The hundred households guarding the fort of Montenegro have yet to ask about his identity.

"I am Wang Yong, the subordinate of Song Zhenfu, the subordinate of Beizhen Fusi, and the emperor was trapped in Xinpingbao by the Tartars, Song Zhenfu ordered me to ask for help from Lord Jiang of Ulzhou, take me to see him quickly." Wang Yong was in a hurry to get up, the wound on his shoulder burst, and the blood soaked through the bandaged cloth.

"Are you Nan Ye's subordinate?" The hundred households exclaimed: "Nan Ye and the emperor are surrounded by Tartars? ”

Wang Yong didn't answer, struggled to get up and ran out of the door, he didn't have time to explain too much to Baihu, it was already dark, and it had been delayed for a day.

"Prepare the horse and go back to Ulju." The hundred households also knew the severity of the matter, and ordered in a loud voice.

"Don't go, Lord Wang, for your wounds can't ride a horse." The hundred households forcibly carried Wang Yong back to the bed and said, "Lord Jiang will definitely come to see you in person." ”

Wang Yong also knew that he could no longer ride a horse, and hurriedly said: "There is a letter in the mezzanine of my clothes, take it and hand it directly to Lord Jiang, he will know when he sees the letter, he does not need to see me, please Lord Jiang immediately send a fast horse overnight to send another letter to Admiral Zhang, who is stationed in the camp eighty miles north of the capital, remember to be fast, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

The soldiers found the letter wrapped in oilcloth in the mud and blood-soaked clothes that Wang Yong had picked off, and the hundred households did not dare to delay at all, and led the people to gallop back to Ulzhou City on horseback.