A few miles west of the Liangtai Temple in the jungle.

A bald head with a grass ring on his head lay in the grass and looked at the three forks in front of him, and wanted to wave his hand several times and shout: "Brothers, give it to me!" But in the end, he pressed the impulse in his heart and handed over the decision to the Bo people on the side.

The bald head is Jia Liu, and the braids were taken out by him when he cut them to Jiao Fusheng, and the official hat fell into the ditch when he climbed the mountain in the morning.

"My lord, it seems that there are only a dozen thieves, and I think I can rush over."

It is true that Jia Liu is afraid of thieves like tigers, but the premise is that there are more thieves than him and they are stronger than him.

At present, there are only a dozen thieves at the intersection in front of him, seven or eight guns, but he has nearly five hundred people, more than two hundred guns, and hundreds of bows.

So, there's no reason to coax.

It's also time to show off his military command ability.

It can't be a team that Lord Jia has managed to pull up, and it's not even as good as a guerrilla.

The most important thing is to rush through the Liangtai Temple, not far from the Akoli Village, where there are not only friendly troops, but also food.

As long as it is not lost, it is Jia Liu's gas station and charging pile.

Otherwise, if it drags on, everyone will have no strength to run away.

As a result, a lot of people are rumbling in their stomachs.

The wounded were already frail, and they had no food to supplement their nutrition, making their mobility even more difficult. Some of the wounded were visibly infected and in urgent need of medical treatment.

Therefore, Jia Liu, they must go to Akoli Village to try their luck.

"Brother Dongge must not be reckless!"

However, the Bo people, who were also lying in the grass and "scouting" the enemy situation with Jia Liu, had a different view.

"Brother Dongge, although we only see a dozen thieves, what can't we see? You know, thieves are very cunning, and I think they might be bait..."

Since he decided to save his life for the sake of the overall situation in the morning and lead everyone to break out of the encirclement, the mentality of Bo Deputy Dutong has been different.

He was also very enthusiastic about Jia Liu, a small forward school that he couldn't look down on before, and even ignored the fact that there was too much difference in grade between the two, and called the other party Master Jia.

Where did Jia Liu dare to accept it, he resolutely refused, saying that although he was in a desperate situation, the etiquette could not be abolished, and the people should not be disordered.

In the end, it was Chairman Li who coordinated and changed "Master Jia" to "Brother Dongge", which was reasonable and legal.

It is also in line with the age and generation of both parties.

Bo Daren is 53 years old this year, and Jia Daren is just 20 years old this year, and they are commensurate with each other, which is very suitable.

"Oh?"

After being reminded by Master Bo, Jia Liu once again set his eyes on the fork in the distance, this time instead of staring at the dozen or so thieves who were sitting at the bayonet and doing nothing, but glanced at the mountains and forests on both sides of the slope.

It didn't look like anything was wrong, it was quiet, and from time to time there were birds falling, not like there were people hiding below.

may have seen the hesitation of the little virtuous brother of the East Pavilion, Master Bo analyzed it at the moment, and said: "Even if there are no thieves hiding in the shadows, the sound of guns will definitely alarm the rest of the thieves, if the thieves escape one or two to move in to reinforcements, I am afraid that it will be difficult for us to retreat, if we are bitten by the thieves, I am afraid that it will be more difficult to break through." ”

After analyzing the unfavorable situation, he patted the shoulder of the virtuous brother of the East Pavilion again, "At present, our main task is to get out alive, not a tasteless sacrifice. I mean, do you understand? ”

"Understood, understood."

Jia Liu nodded hurriedly, and his intimacy with Master Bo for no reason greatly increased, because the other party could always talk about his heart.

"Yes, yes, my lord is right!"

The opinion of the old man was supported by Chairman Lee, who had just climbed over, "Just wait for it to get dark and let us pass quietly, don't startle the snake." ”

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"That's right,"

Jia Liu touched his bald head and agreed to act according to the opinion of the vice president during the inspection period.

At that moment, everyone was ordered to rest in place, pay attention to concealment, and not to move, let alone light a fire. When it gets dark, sneak through the west side of the fork.

Orders were conveyed to the rear one by one.

The team of nearly 500 people was divided into five brigades, each with 100 people, and Zu Yingyuan, Liu De, Zhang Shisan, Bao Guozhong and Ma Deli served as the captains.

Wang Fu, Cui Hengyou, and Haikang served as the liaison and coordination officers of each team, and Wang Sixi was responsible for logistics affairs.

Although there are no logistical supplies for him to transfer.

Maderi's team is also the vanguard of the whole team, because this team concentrates the most capable Sauron soldiers and some of the battleworthy Qihan colleagues of Lord Jia's lineage.

If you really want to engage the enemy, it will be the sharp knife of the whole army.

After the order was delivered, Jia Liu asked Madeli if it was possible to take the fork without alarming the thieves.

Maderi replied in the affirmative, saying that they were Sauron.

This answer gave Jia Liu some confidence in the next encounter with the enemy.

At this time, the sun is still high, and it is at least an hour before sunset.

A group of hungry Qing soldiers were either lying or sitting in the forest, waiting for the night to fall.

The bored Jia Liu wanted to take out the emperor's imperial poetry collection to take a look, but was told by the bolt that it had been lost in the Muguomu camp.

Also discarded was the Jia family's heirloom Chenghua chicken porcelain bowl, which made Jia Liuda feel sorry.

Thinking that he would come back again after escaping this time, Jia Liu wanted to draw a simple map of the places he passed along the way, so he asked Yang Zhi to go to Wang Fu to get his briefcase.

After the briefcase was brought, Jia Liu took out the notebook, took out a charcoal pen and tried to recall it, and combined with Zu Yingyuan's impression, the general system became a simple map including Muguomu, Gonggarla, Liangtai Temple, and Akoli Village.

When I was about to put the map back in my briefcase, I was in a mood for poetry and pondered a few words.

When Master Bo, who had gone to the convenience of the people, came back, he saw Jia Liu writing something, and couldn't help but ask curiously what the virtuous brother of Dongge was writing.

"I'm thinking about it, this breakthrough is too dangerous, I don't know the whereabouts of the friendly army, the four fields are all thieves, in case of misfortune being surrounded, it's not a pity to kill yourself, but it's a pity that the humble duty didn't leave a word in this world..."

Jia Liu is actually writing a desperate poem!

"Desperate poem?!"

Master Bo's face twitched, extremely surprised, and took the paper handed by the elder brother of the East Pavilion and looked down.

The poem has two lines.

The above sentence is "lead the knife into a piece", and the next sentence is "live up to the boy's head." ”

"For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, why die in battle!"

Jia Liu's sincere eyes were incomparably clear, and the beads that moved represented the hope of the Qing Dynasty.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

The translator is a bachelor of the cabinet, and he is surprised and delighted that he can not read the goods, and this poem of the virtuous brother of the East Pavilion should be sung all over the world.

I never thought that a small forward school of Han Junqi could make such a good poem, and I couldn't help but say with emotion: "If my brother can go out, I must present this poem to the emperor!" ”

Jia Liu sighed slightly in his heart, and his eyes moved more flexibly: I think the same way, so I wrote it to you.

It's better to write than Qianlong.