In mid-air, the wind was blowing, and the hot air balloon was like a flat boat on the sea, so lonely and helpless, following the direction of the wind, slowly drifting towards the southeast.

Zhu Qizhen and his party still underestimated the temperature above, even if they wore a few more pieces, it was not a big deal.

Zhu Qizhen's whole person was still cold, and the wind blew on his face, which was like a knife cut.

Zhu Qizhen wrapped the sheepskin mattress and quilt all around his body, touched the mutton fat from the tank, forcibly held back the smell, smeared it on his face and hands, and then kept breathing, which was barely a trace of warmth.

It's just that they pity Jing Yuan and Yuan Bin, these two people can't keep themselves warm like Zhu Qizhen.

Although there was a stove in front of him, the warmth in the stove was nothing compared to the chill above.

The two of them shivered with their frozen teeth, and shivered involuntarily.

But even though their hands were almost frozen, the two of them still repeated the movements like a machine, not daring to stop for a moment, and kept adding fuel to the stove.

The arrows below are more deadly than the cold.

The flames in the furnace jumped to the maximum, and the height of the hot air balloon continued to rise.

The Warats did not give up, and continued to shoot arrows.

Although it was already twenty or thirty feet above the ground, the people in the basket still did not dare to relax their vigilance.

They had all seen Warat's cavalry shooting, so naturally they didn't dare to underestimate it.

Jing Yuan, Yuan Bin was seen on the battlefield, and Zhu Qizhen was seen in the Wara camp.

When Zhu Qizhen was also invited to a banquet before, for some purpose, he had people perform riding and archery in front of Zhu Qizhen to help the fun.

Only then did Zhu Qizhen know how big the gap between the Warat people who grew up on horseback and the Ming Dynasty.

There are horsemen in the Warats who can shoot at a target from a distance of 200 paces.

Two hundred steps......

Later, Zhu Qizhen quietly asked Jing Yuan in private, if I am so good at riding and shooting.

Jing Yuan told Zhu Qizhen that the border army fought against Warat in the Biansai generation all the year round, although it was not as good as the Warat people, but the level was naturally not much worse.

If it's in the middle of the Jingshi, it's hard to say......

The riding and shooting of the Warat people left a very deep impression on Zhu Qizhen, and it was also the link that Zhu Qizhen was most worried about this time.

Now, they are a living target, and they can only hope to survive this dangerous distance.

"Higher, higher......"

Zhu Qizhen thought silently in his heart, as long as it is higher......

Wara Renrao is shooting from the bottom to the top, coupled with the influence of the wind, the visual conditions are not bad, but Zhu Qizhen believes that there are still many people who are still on the right within seventy or eighty steps.

Facts have proved that Zhu Qizhen is not unfounded.

Feathered arrows grazed the basket continuously, and some were direct hits.

Zhu Qizhen could even hear the sound of the feather arrow popping as it crossed the sky, and the crisp sound of the arrow hitting the basket...... and yourself like the beat of a drum.

Exciting, really exciting.........

Some of the Warats seem to have noticed that the basket was too small to shoot, but the ball was quite large and conspicuous......

Especially when the sky slowly brightens, the ball is even more abrupt in the sky......

As a result, this airbag became the target of concentrated fire......

An arrow feather hits the balloon and inserts it into the cowhide.

At this moment, the hearts of the three of them were about to rise to their throats.

The hot air balloon shook slightly, and the three of them all held their breath, and at that moment, Zhu Qizhen thought of his ball destroying and going on the field......

But fortunately, it was only a slight shake, and there were more air holes, which was not a big deal, and then continued to rise.

As the sound below became smaller and smaller, Zhu Qizhen was bold, and before they could stop Jing Yuan, he poked his head out and looked down.

I saw that the people under my feet kept getting smaller, and finally turned into black spots, like ants.

And the large camp of Warat, which stretches for several miles, looks like a huge ant's nest from top to bottom.

Zhu Qizhen shouted: "Enough, enough, high enough, safe, safe, the Warats can't shoot......"

Knowing that when he heard the words that the Wara people couldn't shoot, Jing Yuan and Yuan Bin dared to stop the movements in their hands.

With this relaxation, both of them sat down weakly, revealing an expression of the rest of their lives.

As the spirit relaxed, the biting cold swept through the whole body, and the wind blew everywhere on his face and hands.

The two of them wrapped themselves in a futon according to the method taught by Zhu Qizhen, and then applied mutton fat to their bare skin.

After relieving himself slightly, Jing Yuan tore off a strip of cloth, measured the wind direction, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, it's the northwest wind, it's the northwest wind......

The northwest wind is blowing, which means that they are heading south, in the territory of Daming.

Yuan Bin cowered and poked his head out, looked around, pointed into the distance, and almost cried: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, that's Datong, that's Datong........."

They really escaped, they really escaped......

In the past month or so in Warat, compared to Zhu Qizhen, a small person like Yuan Bin is really precarious.

What he saw with his own eyes was that the captured Ming army and the captive Han people were not considered human beings in the eyes of the Warat people.

Jing Yuan also felt deeply, even if he was a lieutenant of the horse, but the real situation was much better than Yuan Bin.

Jing Yuan just wanted to sigh a few words, but he inadvertently saw Zhu Qizhen's brows tightly locked, looking worried about the country and the people. look, let Jing Yuan's heart shock.

Yes, when it comes to suffering, who can have His Majesty's suffering?

Even if His Majesty made frequent faint moves before, it was also Wang Zhen's confusion.

Otherwise, after His Majesty killed Wang Zhen, he would immediately become wise and powerful.

For the sake of the 100,000 army of Tumubao, willing to risk his life, which emperor can be like this since ancient times?

In these days in Warat, His Majesty lived like a prisoner, where did he eat and wear like the Lord of the peoples?

That's it, Your Majesty is still worried about those captured soldiers and does everything he can to help them.

In the days of Warat, in the face of Warat's coercion and temptation, His Majesty not only did not disgrace the national body and demonstrated the prestige of a great country, but also made the Warat people bow down and proclaim their ministers, and even rebelled against Warat's important ministers.

Now, he can still retreat from the warat, which has never been heard of throughout the ages.

This has just escaped, Your Majesty is like this, you really can't take a breath.

God knows, Zhu Qizhen is actually thinking: what name do I want to give this hot air balloon?

This is the first step of mankind to ascend to heaven, more than 300 years before the West.

Since then, the history of China and the West has to be written: Zhu Qizhen, the orthodox emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the father of hot air balloons, is an immortal milestone in the field of human flying.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qizhen became excited.

His own name may not be the answer to the fill-in-the-blank questions in primary and secondary schools in later generations.

What man can refuse the temptation of his name to be a fill-in-the-blank question?

So the name of this ball can't be sloppy.

Daming Zhu Qizhen?

I hate it, it's so straightforward, I want to be tactful.

"Pioneer Zhu Qizhen?"

This seems even more shameless......

"Uh-huh........."

After a fierce ideological struggle, Zhu Qizhen finally chose a name: the orthodox name of loving father.

Good name.

Da Ming is about to usher in his loving father.