In the sound of 'pop~', on the shoulder of Feng Rui's left, he was hit by a tartar riding on horseback, and he condescendingly whipped down.

Boy! In a sharp pain in his shoulder, Feng Rui almost screamed at that time.

Mainly his left shoulder, which had been hit by a heavy arrow from a Tartar in the battle the day before; Even with an iron armor and a cotton armor to protect it, a small wound was still shot on the shoulder.

In addition, the arrowheads of the Tartars were also soaked in horse manure water.

So two days later, this well-treated wound still looks a little red, swollen and inflamed, not completely healed, and the left hand is a little useless.

Suddenly being whipped on it with a whip made it feel terrible and sour.

It's just for the sake of those who blend in with the captives that the follow-up plan can begin.

Feng Rui could not do anything except hold his skull with both hands and shut his mouth tightly.

Fortunately, the Tartar didn't really want to kill this 1.8-meter, ox-tall and horse-sized good coolie, and he didn't make a dead hand.

Saying! Since being captured by the Tartars, he has been escorted all the way to the process of meeting the captive people, as if for the general purpose of 'killing the mighty stick'.

The Tartars were whipped down at every turn.

Fortunately, poor Fengrui, when his emotions were about to completely collapse, finally came to that group of captives.

After arriving here, because there were a large number of Tartar cavalry roaming around, it was estimated that there was no need to worry about them escaping, and the surveillance intensity was immediately reduced.

Under such circumstances, Feng Rui and the three Orions secretly shuttled among the people who kept their mouths shut and walked like walking corpses.

Why? First of course, find some acquaintances.

Through these acquaintances, more people can believe in their identity, and then they can do what they say.

Soon after, Feng Rui found a target, which was Jiang Laohan, who was bent over, like an old dog whose spine had been broken, and there was no anger in his body.

Frankly speaking, the Tartars didn't kill Jiang Laohan, such a kind of obviously cumbersome little old man, Hu Biao and they thought it was a bit incredible.

In the end, I think about it, it should be that Jiang Laohan should be regarded as a craftsman, so there will be such a result.

Otherwise, with the viciousness of the Tartar, this old man would have lost his life a long time ago.

After waiting for a minute or two, and making sure that the Tartars didn't notice this, Rui Feng gave the three Orions behind him a look, asking them to pay attention to help cover themselves.

Then he took a few steps forward and patted Jiang Laohan on the shoulder.

When Jiang Laohan instinctively turned his head to look at it, and when he saw the sharp face clearly, in his originally numb eyes, there were many emotions such as stunned, puzzled, and surprised, which was called a wonderful one.

At the same time, under the excitement, after opening his mouth, the sentence 'Brother Fengrui' was about to scream.

Fortunately, before Feng Rui made his move, he had already anticipated the current situation, and he covered the old man's mouth in time.

He didn't forget to open his mouth, and quickly said:

"Don't scream, or the Tartars will find everything and it will be over; Listen, I'm here to save you, but you'll need to be patient and look for an opportunity.

If you understand it, you will nod your head immediately if you have one. ”

Jiang Laohan, who finally reacted, hurriedly nodded.

Feng Rui let go of the hand covering his mouth, and asked in his mouth: "Is there a way to slow down the Tartars' march?" ”

The reason for this question is based on the current marching speed of the Tartars, and the descriptions from the mouths of the hunters.

Hu Biao and the others can basically deduce from the map drawn by the little white face of the at, and the Tartars can camp in a flat river bay before dark.

The problem is that such a terrain is not at all convenient for their night raid activities.

However, if they managed to delay the Tartars' march all the way, they would have to start a forced camp in a mountainous area for more than two hours.

After all, with the current situation in their team, they don't have the ability to rush overnight.

Such a situation of camping in the mountains is undoubtedly very convenient for Hu Biao and them, and they can toss a little work at night.

After hearing such a statement, Jiang Laohan, who seemed to be alive in a very short period of time, gave the answer after a little thought:

"No problem, the Tartar convoy is loaded with too much stuff and too heavy, and the big carts will get stuck at every turn, and we will generally push them out.

When the time comes, I'll find an opportunity to move my hands and feet on the wheels, and if I break a few more carts, I can delay them for at least an hour.

But I wondered if I could notify more people to do it together when I couldn't be busy alone. ”

"Of course you can, but you must choose someone you can trust." After hearing such a request, Feng Rui immediately agreed happily......

*****

In this way, Jiang Laohan, who had come to life with his whole person, began to walk around the crowd with his waist bent.

After seeing some familiar and well-known characters, he immediately told these people the news that 'Brother Hu Biao' had sent people in.

When they find their chance, they destroy a few Tartar carts.

Of course, I didn't forget that these people should pay attention to controlling their expressions and not leaking the news.

As a result, acquaintances passed on acquaintances, and in a short period of time, almost all the people who were captured in the past 900 years knew that the general 'Brother Fengrui' under 'Brother Hu Biao' had already mixed in.

And everyone must listen to the instructions of 'Brother Fengrui', and the critical moment is the requirement to do it.

For a time, even if everyone tried hard to suppress it, among all the captive people, there was something called vitality and hope.

Fortunately, this kind of thing is formless and colorless, and some of the guarding Tartars obviously feel as if something is wrong.

But after a closer look, I didn't find anything different, so I had to leave it at that.

In the following time, as Jiang Laohan said, when the Tartar convoy passed through a bad road, the wheels of several carts were deeply sunk in the soil because they were filled with too much grain.

No matter how hard the Tartars who drove the cart beat the mules and horses they were pulling, it still had no effect.

Seeing this, a Chinese-speaking Tartar came over and called a group of people to push the cart out for them.

And Jiang Laohan and other people who had already been secretly greeted hurriedly mixed in with these people and swarmed towards those big cars.

Then, thanks to their efforts, they managed to break the wheels of one of the big cars.

Suddenly, on the dirt road that was not very spacious, the entire convoy was directly blocked.

In the midst of the beating and scolding of the Tartars, these people with panicked expressions on their faces, although in about twenty minutes, urgently repaired the cart and let the team continue to move forward.

It's just that the Tartars, who have just relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, don't know anything in their hearts.

In today's convoy, there are several large vehicles that have been secretly manipulated.

Whether it's on the axle, or on the wheel, or whatever, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong right now, but as the team moves forward, it will soon go wrong.

This is not! After a maximum of seven or eight minutes.

When a big car passed by a big pothole, after the violent bump of the body, the axle was directly broken into two with a 'click~', blocking the not very spacious dirt road again.

In this case, it seems that we have to be busy again.

Suddenly, the Tartar team, which had walked most of the mile, had to stop again.

Under the dizzy shouting and scolding of the Tartar guards, and the chaotic scene of people panicking to unload food and repair axles.

With the sharpness of such a cover, he quickly bit his finger and wrote an 'ok' on a piece of paper.

It was stuffed into a carrier pigeon that had just been pulled out of its crotch, and a small bag hanging from its paws.

The news that Jean, representing the Tartar side, would camp in the predetermined area tonight was passed back to Suifengdun's lair.

When watching the pigeon fly higher and higher smoothly until it was completely gone, Feng Rui breathed a sigh of relief.

The part of the plan that belongs to him, everything that can be done is now done, so the rest depends on Hu Biao's death on the street and the efforts of other partners......

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