The Slave Chief had undoubtedly seen too many warriors, but after taking a closer look, he couldn't help but nod slightly.

The slave chieftain started with martial arts, and almost conquered the entire Liaodong with thirteen sets of armor, relying on more than just the courage that the Jurchens practiced in the white mountains and black waters.

Therefore he loves both the brave and the wise.

So, after seeing Huang Chongzhen, who seemed to be Yunwen Yunwu, his heart was even happier, and his eyes also revealed an appreciation, and said: "You should have read a lot of books on weekdays." ”

Huang Chong said as a matter of course: "Hai Yaxi has followed the edict of the Great Khan and has been studying hard for several years, whether it is the ancient books of my Jurchen tribe or the concise and incomprehensible books of the Han family.

However, Haiyesi's favorite is the illustrated version of the Han novel "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" highly recommended by the Great Khan, which is illustrated and easy to understand, and the story is very important in the art of war, which is really broad and profound......"

As he spoke, the fellow gestured and danced a spear forged from fine iron.

The shadow in the corner and the father-in-law outside the curtain saw this, and their hearts rose to their throats.

The slave chief didn't care about this, what he couldn't resist was the boy's exaggerated and shameless boasting.

God knows that among the Jurchen generals, he strongly admired the new romance novel "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" by the Ming people, which was introduced to the Jurchens by the Han family, and the biggest reason was that this book was relatively easy to understand by the Jurchens among the massive and profound Han books.

And the reason why I chose the illustrated version is really because the group of old men under his command who don't like to learn are okay to fight, but few of them are literate and hyphenated.

It is only when it is presented in the form of pictures and texts that it is possible to be accepted and barely understood.

"Okay, okay......" The slave chief coughed lightly with a slight embarrassment in his heart, stopping Huang Chongzhen from continuing to play, and changed the subject, "Then tell me, which character in this book do you think you are most like?" ”

Huang Chongzhen, who was brought out by a battle armor, suddenly had bulging green tendons, his eyes were wide open, and he vigorously slashed the spear three times and put it across his chest, and broke off.

Such a sudden power really startled the shadow and the father-in-law, trembling on the spot, his knees weakened, and he almost knelt on the ground subconsciously.

Even the middle-aged Taoist who had closed his eyes and had adjusted his emotions to the same level suddenly opened his eyes.

The slave chieftain himself was expected, and his eyes were full of ridicule - with this guy's recklessness and turtle-like appearance, who else could he look like besides Zhang Fei's puppet?

But who would have thought that what came out of this guy's mouth was an extremely light but proud line: "My family has been a prince for generations, how can I know the village and the wild man." I am a Jinma super is also. ”

So, everyone was dumbfounded, stammering and scolding: "Who gave you the courage to call yourself Jinmachao?" Jin your sister is almost the same! ”

The father-in-law outside the curtain exclaimed even more, took a few steps back, and almost tripped over the threshold.

Huang Chongzhen politely refused the so-called Long En that the slave chief left him to eat in the palace and even stay for a few days.

However, before leaving the palace, he still came to the small open space in front of the palace at the request of the slave chief, and showed his superb archery skills with the longbow that was carried cross-legged on his back.

Although he didn't carry a quiver, it didn't matter, under the provocation of a few white-armored guards around the slave chief, he used a wolf's tooth arrow that even they refused to use easily.

The wolf's tooth arrow is forged from fine iron, and the arrow cluster is sharp and has a barb, which resembles a wolf's tooth, hence this name.

The wolf's fangs and arrows are heavy, and ordinary people use ordinary bows, let alone accurately hit the target, it is difficult to even do it with one arrow.

However, I saw that Huang Chongzhen did not bend his bow and arrows with much effort, and three arrows in a row, all of which hit the bull's-eye a hundred steps away.

Hearing the sharp tremor of the bowstring that represented extreme tenacity, even the slave chief, who had seen too much exquisite archery, couldn't help but clap his hands in praise.

Those white-armored soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, even though they are not convinced, but the Great Khan has not made any further provocations.

Huang Chongzhen said goodbye to the slave chief and his companions on the grounds that he wanted to tell the good news sooner.

Out of the palace, he found a high-end restaurant on the street and had a full meal, the vegetables and meat were only a little more expensive, and he also packed a large portion of good raw beef, but he didn't pay, because he had no money and didn't need to pay.

When he rode past a horse feed shop on a big black horse, he rode on a tall horse and told the shopkeeper to hurry up and get the good horse feed out.

When the shopkeeper saw his outfit, he hurriedly packed it out in person, and patted the huge ass of the big black horse with extremely hot eyes, and praised it repeatedly: "Good horse!" What a good horse! ”

Huang Chongzhen opened the corner of the package, sniffed it with a hyena-like sharp nose, and nodded slightly.

But he didn't understand the meaning of the store's words, and continued to slide towards Chengdong Avenue with a light clip on the horse's belly, leaving the shopkeeper who patted the horse for rewards in the wind.

In the end, Huang Chongzhen's weapon stall at the gate of Dongcheng took a good thick-backed machete.

There were such blatant robberies in Shenyang City one after another, and those traders who belonged to certain banner people were naturally extremely angry.

However, when he saw clearly the luxurious armor on Chongzhen's body, as well as the longbow on his back and the spear in his hand, he dared not speak angrily, and in the end he could only admit that he was unlucky and cursed a few words, not even a whispered curse.

Regarding the reaction of these Jurchen traders, Huang Chongzhen naturally didn't need to pay attention to it.

Because in his cognition, throughout the post-Jin process, the role of Shang Jia in the eyes of the Jurchen aristocracy is similar to the role of pigs in the common people of the Han family.

The play is over, and the materials needed in the near future are also complete.

He Huang Chongzhen clamped the horse's belly heavily, and shouted angrily: "Drive! ”

I saw that the big black horse first stood up with a neigh, and then saw two huge front hooves that could hit the ground, and in the jaw-dropping eyes of the city gate guards, they passed through the city gate cave like an arrow from the string.

When it reached the outside of the city, the big black horse completely spread its four hooves and galloped in the direction of Fushun Pass in the east, its speed was like a black lightning, and it ran far away in the snowfield outside the city in an instant.

Even if you stand on the city wall and look at it, you can soon only see a black dot quickly disappearing in the snow, and immediately the knight's armor, shining in the warm winter sun, quickly disappeared from the end of sight.

Seeing this, the court servants who had been assigned by the slave chief's personal father-in-law to follow each other did not continue to follow the past, but should have returned to their lives as such.

But who would have thought that Huang Chongzhen only ran a distance to the east, and after leaving the sight of Shenyang, he bent into a small mountain road, and followed the mountain road to the mountainside.

After waiting there for a while to make sure that no one had chased after him from the Longtan Tiger's Den in Shenyang, he turned around and walked towards the small valley where the sword had been buried before.

So far, this spy war script that went deep into the tiger's den and scratched the itch on the tiger's head was successfully completed without any danger in his bold and careful improvisation.

The journey from the forest of the far north to the west of Guanning has finally completed an extremely important part.

Next, Huang Chongzhen's goal is to cross the Liaoshen Plain to the banks of the Hunhe River, cross the river and continue southward to the Xiaoling River Valley, and then move west to Jinzhou, the gateway of the Western Liaoning Corridor.

Then from Jinzhou along the dangerous passage to Shanhaiguan, to the final destination - Ningyuan.

It seems to be very light, but only the parties concerned can appreciate the danger and interlocking of this trip.

Whenever there was the slightest mistake, or even the slightest flaw in his expression and demeanor, it would arouse the suspicion of those alert Jurchen meticulous works, let alone escape the keen and sharp eyes of the slave chief.

In fact, from the moment he entered the Dazheng Hall and saw the slave chief, Huang Chongzhen never stopped sweating, no matter how hard or casual he behaved.

When he rode out of the east gate of Shenyang, even he felt that he had never been afraid, but he also felt the joy that he had never had, and he had a new understanding of his adventurous spirit.

"Who told me that in my last life, I grew up in that 'Mutuo City'."

Huang Chongzhen smiled self-deprecatingly but proudly, deliberately slowing down the speed of the horse to adjust his emotional and physical state.

The tiger and the black bear took turns to fill their stomachs after hunting, and were lying on the quiet snow with their eyes closed, as if they had not heard the sound of horses' hooves, and were coming from far and near.

The dead branches under the warm sun swayed gently with the breeze, and Huang Chongzhen, who saw this scene, finally relaxed completely.

He rolled over and dismounted, stepped forward and touched the heads of the two lazy fellows affectionately, and they opened their eyes, smiling and attached, and gently rubbing their faces against the wrists of the human brothers.

I spent most of the day in Shenyang, and there was not much time left.

Huang Chongzhen found a leeward place, took off the armor that helped him successfully break into the Longtan Tiger's Den, threw it on the snow at will, warmed his body with snow, and removed the sweat stains stuck to his body.

Changing into the linen cloth suit Hanfu sewn by Xu Wenchang himself, the previous young patriarch of the Haixi Jurchen Yehe tribe turned into a young man full of vitality, humble, stubborn, and polite.

This magical disguise transformation technique made even the black bears and tigers he was extremely familiar with stunned, and he rubbed his thick wrists against the steel needle-like beard at the corners of his mouth, which was very incredible.

Huang Chongzhen took out the "Ruqin" sword, repaired the original climbing plow that was about to fall apart, and put it on the two energetic young bodies of the tiger and the black bear again. The young man who went south and westward set off again.

When they reached the flat snowfield, the tiger and the black bear led the way happily in front of the head, and the big black horse followed behind with Huan'er, stepping on a string of rhythmic prints on the clearly recognizable rut marks.

The setting sun sprinkled in the depths of the Liaoshen Plain, pulling the figure of this strange southbound combination to the old elders.