Cheng Ting instantly left Liu Boyu behind, stared at the direction of Jeju, ran forward a few steps on two legs, and stopped.

He took off the whip with sweat in both hands, folded the tail of the whip in two and held it in his hand, and felt that it was not right, and bent down to pull out a freshly bladed dagger from the shaft of his boot.

In a hurry, the blade cut through the muslin white sock, cutting a bloody streak.

He didn't notice it, and walked back to Shi Yuan's side quickly, the edge of his head quickly damp with sweat: "You go to my house to deliver the message, and let them—"

He swallowed, "Ready to go."

Since the war started in Jeju, the Cheng family, as one of the traitors, was ready to flee, first letting the juniors in the family hide in the Shi family, and then secretly went to Jeju and left from the dock.

Those who can't go will stay.

Becoming a king or losing a coward, it has been like this since ancient times, and there is no need to complain.

He turned his head and shouted to the fat sea: "You go and tell the planter."

Fat Dahai also knew that the situation was pressing, so he only said "Third Master be careful", then got on the horse with Shi Yuan and rode away.

Only Cheng Ting, Liu Boyu, and Su Mingquan were left on the side of the road, all of whom took off the reins and held them in their hands, making the appearance of letting the horses go here.

Before the three of them could pose, there were already puffs of smoke and dust in front of them, and several horses galloped over, and the person in the front, Cheng Ting looked like Wu Jin.

Before he could take a closer look, a group of men and horses had already galloped away, and the dust raised fell for a moment, revealing two stunned faces.

Liu Boyu looked at Cheng Ting: "Third Master, the one who passed over just now is not the Wu Governor's Mansion?"

Cheng Ting inserted the dagger back into his boot: "It's your father."

He turned over and chased after him, his heart was uneasy like a fire hole on paper, the more it burned, the bigger it became, and the last shot was out of control - Wu Jin is very important, he will not leave Mo Lingfeng until he has to do so, and when he returns to Kuanju at this time, there must be a big problem in Jeju.

When he was dripping in a cold sweat, Wu Jin and his entourage had arrived at the Shuo River, the Shuo River was high, the suspension bridge was lowered, and the river immediately did not cross the bridge deck.

The horses' hooves made a splash, wetting the hem of everyone's shoes and clothes, and no one cared, and went straight inside.

A women's army was guarding the city, and when she saw Wu Jin coming, she immediately led the way: "Yin Du is under the control of the city."

Wu Jin rode his horse to the head of the city, and when he reined in the horse, he was weak and tired, and almost rolled off the horse, but Nomad Qing fell down from the horse, firmly grabbed his arm, and took him next.

Wu Jin stabilized his body and was about to go to the city, when Yin Nan had already heard the movement and ran down, scanning Wu Jin expressionlessly: "Where's the girl?"

"Talisman, quick!" Wu Jin took out the talisman and motioned for her to take the other half.

Yin Nan took out the talisman from his waist and handed it to Wu Jin, who combined the two talismans, embedded the mortise and tenon on the back one by one, and finally merged them into a Fuhu, showing the word Mo.

He grasped the tiger talisman tightly and gave the order: "Speed the army, gunpowder, blades, and grain, and arrive in Jeju before the fifth hour of the third month!"

"Yes." Yin Nan's obedience to Mo Lingfeng did not have any doubts, and he did not ask who would guard Gaopingzhai, and immediately went to give the order.

20,000 soldiers and horses were assembled in less than half an hour, and all the gunpowder, blades and other items in the fortress were loaded onto the Taiping car, and they quickly left the fortress and headed for Jeju.

What was left for Wu Jin was only a hundred soldiers from the rear battalion and countless banners.

Outside Gaoping Village, Cheng Ting saw the army dispatched, and hurriedly turned in place.

When the army left, he looked up and saw Wu Jin standing in the high wall, not knowing what he was telling the soldiers, he hurriedly hit the suspension bridge, but the iron chain above the suspension bridge actually made a "bang" and began to slide slowly.

"Wu Jin!" He couldn't help but panic in his heart, shouted at the top of his throat, and at the same time quickly whipped his horse and ran onto the suspension bridge.

The drawbridge was pulled and tilted a little bit, and the horse rushed over, but in the middle of the road, even the people led the horse to slide down, Cheng Ting howled, lay on the horse's back, and held the bridle with both hands, and the river water picked up at the top of the suspension bridge was all poured on him.

"Drive!" Cheng Ting's heart was numb, and his legs clamped the horse's belly hard, urging the horse to run quickly.

The yellow horse spread its hooves and ran wildly, and before the suspension bridge was completely raised, he ran out of the suspension bridge and hit his head on the stone pillar, Cheng Ting flew out with it, and his two hands still firmly grasped the reins and did not let go.

The yellow flower horse dragged Cheng Ting

After running forward for more than ten steps, Cheng Ting landed on the ground with his back on his back, fell first, and then was dragged to the flesh, lying on the ground unable to move, barely sitting up, his eyes blinked, only to see that Wu Jin had arrived in front of him.

He looked at Wu Jin, looked around, and found that the entire Gaoping Village had become a veritable empty city and isolated island.

"Wu Jin," he stood up holding Wu Jin's hand, grinning in pain, "What's going on?"

"It's okay, I'll send you out after changing your clothes." Wu Jin helped him to walk to the middle tent, and asked the soldiers who followed him to fetch two clothes and wound medicine.

The incident happened suddenly, the people in Kuanzhou City have not come to their senses, and Jin Yu has no way of knowing the news, Gaopingzhai can have at least one night of peace - when the smoke starts tomorrow, they can't hide it.

He couldn't let Cheng Ting stay here.

Cheng Ting hunched his back and walked away, went to the middle tent and sat down, and suddenly found that Wu Jin was embarrassed - a circle of blue under his eyes, a circle of blue around his mouth, a sick face, wrinkled clothes, and a wound on his left arm.

He opened his mouth, and he didn't know where to start for a while, Wu Jin took the clothes from the little soldier and handed him a set of short shirts worn by the soldiers: "Undefeated."

Cheng Ting's shoulders instantly drooped, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, I'm not going back, I'm here to help you."

"Take off your clothes," Wu Jin took the medicine, "No, one more person and one less person, it makes no difference."

Cheng Ting took off his knees in the spring cold, put on his knee pants tremblingly, and left his back to Wu Jin: "There is a difference, there is one more person, and the food is fragrant."

Wu Jin saw that a bead of blood oozed from his back, and the oily skin was peeled off, which was not a big deal, but it was also very painful.

He put the veil on the mouth of the jar, turned it upside down, soaked it, and slowly wiped away the blood.

Cheng Ting shivered in pain, gritted his teeth and held back, his back changed from hot to cold, and when the gold sore powder was sprinkled, it was another trembling.

"I see your arm is also injured, I'll change your medicine later."

Wu Jin moved lightly with his hand: "Okay."

"You're on the battlefield, my father's martial artist will definitely not be idle, is he injured?"

"No," Wu Jin wrapped a large piece of white muslin from Cheng Ting's chest to his back, tucking the cloth in, "put it on."

Cheng Ting carefully put on his shirt and stretched out his hand to twist his sleeves: "It's quite warm."

He picked up the scissors: "I'll change your dressing."

Wu Jin nodded, took off his robe and undershirt, and exposed his left arm, Cheng Ting took the scissors, cut the head of the cloth, and gently tugged on it, but failed to pull it - the wound was torn open again and again, and the strip of cloth was already stuck to the wound.

He tried to tear with more force, and while moving, he looked at Wu Jin's face, Wu Jin didn't cry out in pain, he himself sweated first, and his teeth were sore.

Hard-nosed to tear off the strip of cloth, he picked up the wine jar like Wu Jin, covered the mouth of the jar with a clean handkerchief, turned it upside down, and with a "clang", the wine was sprinkled cleanly.

He said "hey", hurriedly put down the wine jar, picked up the soaked handkerchief and covered Wu Jin's wound, and the cold wine dripped down the handkerchief, flowing everywhere.

Wu Jin couldn't help but hiss, "You better go back."