That's not all.

But Zhao Zheng has never been easy to fool, in such a crisis-ridden Zhao Palace, in the Zhao Palace that hated the Qin people, he was able to survive and not break his hands and feet.

This shows that he has enough insight, insight into people's hearts.

What's more, the behavior of Fan Yuzhi, who took him back to China, exuded a vicious ruffian, as early as when he asked Bai Tao what his identity was, Zhao Zheng was already vigilant.

This is also the reason why he had to hug the white peach tightly along the way.

He was afraid that if he was not careful, this Fan Yu would steal the white peach, and he was also afraid that this Fan Yu would come to snatch it in front of him.

Hiding his thoughts in his heart, Zhao Zheng said coldly, "Fan Yuzhi, she died, I died." She is born, and I am born. If I have a bad one, how will you apologize to my father? ”

He bites the word "father" hard and reminds him of the identity of a prince.

Fan Yuqi smiled cruelly: "Okay, good! Gongzizheng, it depends on whether you can have such righteousness when you go through the moment of life and death! ”

After speaking, he pulled Zhao Zheng's collar: "Little cub!" Will it be on the horse? ”

"Yes!"

"Good! If it's a Qin person, then see life and death immediately! ”

"Woooo

Endless arrows tore through the air and shot at them, the pedestrian, falling overhead like a torrential rain.

This group of Hu people, the number is huge, and they are attacking, as if they are prepared, and they must be instigated by King Zhao behind their backs.

Fan Yuzhi "bah": a group of turtles on horseback, the ghost is not gone.

Zhao Ji was also dragged out of the carriage, because she had been scared for a long time, the madness was committed again, and she stretched out her long fingertips to scratch Fan Yuzhi's face, "Zichu, are you going to leave me again, are you!" You negative man, you went back to Qin to marry a wife and give birth to a child, what about me, what about Zhao Ji, who accompanied you in Zhao State, where am I?! Yes! ”

The fingertips slashed the head and covered the face, and there was no way to dodge it.

Fan Yuzhi took it hard: Phew! Bad luck.

He threw the skinny woman on the back of the dead man's horse, "If you have meritorious service in escorting, you will be rewarded, no, hum, go back and ask for your neck!" ”

The dead men shouted in unison: "Yes!" Checkmate! ”

Fan Yuzhi stayed in the carriage, and there was a dead man driving beside him.

There were few people in this carriage, and the group of bearded people with dog noses knew as soon as they saw the depth of the chariot's wheel prints, so he was as strong as a bull, and there was still a surplus of one top three.

"Run fast and distract them!"

"Yes, General!"

The Huns, who were chasing after them, saw the chariot wheel prints and the messy horseshoe prints, and sure enough, the soldiers were divided into two ways.

So the pressure on Zhao Zheng and his party suddenly decreased a lot, but there is an old saying in the desert, when the flowers bloom there is a season, and when the horse thief arrives no one knows.

This group of Hu people has plundered countless people, and they are vicious, and they are chasing and fighting, that is, they are using their own shortcomings to kill each other's strengths, which is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

The next step is to fight for luck.

Maybe it's not just luck.

They are all dead soldiers who can only obey orders and ask for orders, and Zhao Zheng, who is surrounded by them, has become the caster.

The horse stepped on the plain, and Zhao Zheng looked calmly and saw a snow-capped mountain jungle within dozens of miles.

"One of them went to the west and south to rescue the soldiers, and the rest lured the Hu people into the jungle, forced them to dismount, and fought in close combat."

"Yes, Childe!"

Admittedly, this is a good idea, but the road conditions in the snow-capped mountains and jungles are much more complicated than on the plains, where there are so many wrong branches and dripping ice that the snow can drown half of a horse's legs, and people have to bend over when they ride on horses.

It doesn't matter if your equestrian skills are superb to your grandmother's house, if you want to get in, you must dismount.

Otherwise, you have to take a walk to your grandmother's house.

The group of biting Hu people really stopped, their red hair and blue eyes, deep eyes and high noses. The forehead that had been tanned in the desert glowed darkly in the light of the snow.

The leader said in nonsense: "After chasing for so long, they haven't caught up, could it be that the goddess is blessing them?" ”

"There is only one goddess, and that is to protect our Hu people, what does it have to do with this group of Han people!" Someone retorted.

"To chase or not to chase?"

"Prince Zhao said, if you die to see people and live to see corpses, you can get two hundred women and more than ten boxes of gold and silver treasures by killing a little cub, with these, everyone will hold women in their arms and drink mare's milk wine in winter, and they will not die of hunger, what are they afraid of! Chase, must chase! ”

"Good! After this ticket, go back and reward the woman! ”

The Hu people picked up their scimitars, got off the horses on which they depended most for survival, and followed their footprints through the snowy forest.

They relied on their own number of more than 30 people, and the other side only had seven dead soldiers, so they were blindly confident, and they did not expect to underestimate the enemy, whether the enemy was weak and we were strong, or the enemy was outnumbered, it was a taboo for soldiers.

This must be a painful decision.

But their Hu people's burning civilization could not support their wise decision-making, and they couldn't understand the strategies that these Han people had already read and read badly.

Zhao Zheng wrapped the sleeping white peach in a large puff, carefully placed it next to the broken dead wood, and hid it with snow.

The dead man next to him threw him a long sword, which he clenched tightly and stood in front of him.

It was his first actual fight, or his first real resistance.

He grew up living in exile in the HD market, and his mother abandoned him.

Whenever he has a conflict with other Zhao people, whether he can beat it or not, Zhao Ji will only scold him, Zhao Zheng, don't provoke right and wrong.

Don't provoke right and wrong, but endure.

is because current affairs do not allow it, Zhao Zheng can only endure the edge, but from now on, he will no longer endure unwarranted suffering.

Either way, he's going to win this time.

Zhao Zheng followed the surrounding dead soldiers to lie in ambush in the snowdrift, they are all the elite of the Qin State who are one in a hundred, not only can they travel a hundred miles a day, and it is not a problem to fight ten enemies, but they can also adapt to a variety of climates.

Not far away, Zhao Ji was protected by a dead soldier, and she also knew that the situation was urgent, she was a lot more sober, gritting her teeth and not daring to move.

"Woo-woo-" A strong wind blew in the snowy forest.

The situation suddenly became even worse, and there was even a blizzard, and the wind and snow were like a knife blade, scraping on people's cheeks, eager to scrape off a layer of skin.

Time passes slowly.

Zhao Ji was the first to freeze and couldn't hold on, she shivered uncontrollably, and her ears didn't feel anything, as if they were about to freeze.

She bit her tongue and saw a Hu soldier walking next to her, the Hu soldier was half-squinted by the snow, even if he squinted, the look was extremely cruel, the eyes of the most vicious people.

He turned his head in Zhao Ji's direction.

"Ahh

Zhao Ji stumbled in fright and screamed out of his mouth.

"Brush—"

That Hu Bing reacted so quickly, almost at the same time, whether he saw it clearly or not, he threw the hidden weapon in his hand towards Zhao Ji's direction.

"Poof."

The dead man desperately stepped forward to block the fatal wound for Zhao Ji, and poisoned the hidden weapon, and the dead soldier was killed instantly.

There are six of the seven dead left, and they have to protect Zhao Ji and Zhao Zheng in the blizzard, and the situation begins to become serious.

But there is no way, there is no way back.

Seeing that it was exposed, the dormant dead soldiers jumped up one after another, and attacked from behind to solve more than a dozen Hu soldiers, and the Hu soldiers who reacted immediately entangled with all their hearts.

"Zheng—"

Hu knife against long sword, the fight began, and a wail sounded on the snowy mountain.

But the dead soldiers can't be entangled with their whole hearts, they also have to protect Zhao Ji who is screaming without the power of the chicken, but Zhao Zheng's neat skills can also greatly help, which makes them breathe a sigh of relief.

From being attacked by a sneak attack to being killed head-on.

Hu Bing's attacks are more vicious than the other, if they are defeated this time, their lives will be gone, and their wives and children may not survive this winter.

So it's all a deadly slash.

"Brothers, just kill that little cub! Kill him! Hu Bing shouted bitterly.

The dead soldiers also went all out, but in the end, they were a little clumsy, and seeing that the situation was not good, they protected Zhao Ji and Zhao Zhengdao: "Son! Madam! Run! ”

Zhao Zheng was also red-eyed, his arm was slashed twice, and he was stabbed in the abdomen, and the pain was almost numb.

In this case, he also had to take the unconscious white peach out of the snowdrift and hold it in his arms, "Go!" ”

In this case, do you have to bring a burden?

The dead soldiers were extremely puzzled by Gongzizheng's behavior, but they couldn't dissuade him, so they could only retreat while protecting him, "Childe, whether you can live or not depends on the destiny of heaven." ”

Mandate of Heaven?

Zhao Zheng had never believed in heaven or fate, and at this moment, the snowstorm in the snow forest was even bigger, and all the scenes in front of him seemed to be destroyed, cut into jagged shapes.

The roar of the wind was like a charge, and it seemed to be about to fly everyone.

Zhao Zheng was originally a young man, he had just exhausted his physical strength and lost too much blood, and now he was even more unstable on his feet, he was blown to the ground by the wind and snow, and rolled downhill.

"Childe!"

"Childe!"

Even the shouts were blown away by the blizzard, and it was impossible to hear them further away.