Spirits tend to get better and better the more you drink them.

One thing to say, the amount of alcohol of the four poker brothers is really not bad, a jar of 50 degrees of spirits, at least eight or nine catties, was dried up by them in one go.

The four of them fell asleep on the table.

Song Che took out the escape tools that had been prepared under the bed - four large sheepskin bags filled with water, five catties of beef jerky, a homemade skateboard, and a wooden mountaineering pick.

Wait.

Wait for all the lights in the stockade to go out.

He slung his sheepskin bag and skateboard on his back, tightened his belt, and finally looked at the four poker brothers, feeling a little guilty.

Once upon a time, he never thought he was a treacherous person, but now he does. If he leaves, these four brothers will definitely be punished.

But if he doesn't do it for himself, he will be destroyed, and he will be a victim of captivity. Teaching the methods of making refined salt, teaching children to read, he has done his best to this village.

He gritted his teeth and resolutely rushed out of the room.

The village is short of resources, except for the torches that will be lit at the gate of the village, the rest of the place is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

In the past half a month in the village, Song Che has already figured out every road, and even with his eyes closed, he has found the north slope.

In this way, he walked softly and slowly, touched the night, and walked around the houses, evaded the patrols, and successfully reached the north slope.

The biggest flaw of the stockade is that it is not fortified here.

Song Che used his hands and feet together, sticking to the slope wall as much as possible, and kept climbing up.

After climbing for a quarter of an hour, I finally reached the top of the slope, and on the other side was a large slope about 30 zhang long.

Song Che can also be regarded as half a mountaineering expert.

Why do you say "half"?

If he were "whole", he would not have stumbled from the mountains in the past and somehow crossed over to this place.

Facing the slope with his feet outstretched, he leaned forward and climbed down the slope step by step with the help of a pickaxe to hold his position.

The slope is full of gravel and sand, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes the strength is not mastered, and a piece of soil can be kicked down with one foot.

When sand and gravel roll down the landslide, it will make different degrees of sound, and if the momentum is too large, it is easy to be found. That's why he climbs very slowly, making every step steady.

It took him half an hour to reach the slope of the mountain, and when he came to the bottom of the slope, his clothes were already wet with sweat.

The sound of a "bang, bang, bang......" heartbeat was clearly audible in the silent night.

After turning over the hills, he calculated the stockade, and had passed the first hurdle safely, he took a deep breath, stuck to the right side of the mountain road as much as possible, and slowly detoured to the gate of the village.

The night was deep, the light was dark, and people were sleepy.

Even he didn't know much about the guards at the entrance of the village, and the guards would definitely have a hard time seeing him.

There is no danger, and the mouth of the village is successfully bypassed.

He lowered his footwork, walked forward about a hundred feet, confirmed that he had completely left the surveillance range, and glanced back at the village that had been there for most of the month...... Goodbye children, goodbye Boss Tang, goodbye Miss Guo!

He turned and ran along the edge of the desert!

It was previously observed that Quijin usually walks to the left, so he chooses to run to the right.

This desert is a semi-fluid, semi-fixed state, when he encounters soft sand dunes, he turns the skateboard over, as a "sand board", when he encounters the hard texture of the loess, he steps on the pulley to move forward, the speed is not only faster than running, but also can save a lot of effort.

An hour later, with absolute confidence that he had run twenty miles, he paused for a moment, replenished his food and water, rested for half an hour, and regained some strength to continue running.

He fled before the end of the day, and by the early morning of the next day, in five hours, he could run at least eighty miles through gritted teeth. Even if the village chases after it, it will take more than an hour, and the mountains in this area are complex, and the footprints will be covered by the wind and sand.

In this way, after running for another half hour, his physical strength was obviously exhausted, and he collapsed on the ground, rubbing his thighs and nibbling on beef jerky.

This time he was going to rest for half an hour more.

He has never been a person who lacks perseverance, and his wife and children have always been at home, and endless strength will pour out of him.

Run, brother!

He picked up his shriveled parchment bag and was about to get up and move on, when the sound of horses' hooves faintly came from ahead.

He was shocked, could it be that they had caught up?

No way, the voice seemed to come from the front.

He put his ears to the ground, and confirmed that it was the sound of horses' hooves, and it was thick and heavy, and there was more than one horse.

Who's on the big night?

He climbed up a rather high mound and looked ahead, and the shining torches were dotted like stars about two miles away.

Although I can't see the number of people coming, it must be a large army.

At this juncture, a large army was gathered to walk in the dark, and it was in the direction of the stockade......

Night Raid?

Now that the border troops of various countries are looking for horse bandits who are plundering the fields, it is not surprising that they will find the stockade.

His heart was caught in a choice.

Why don't you find a place to hide and let the gang go first?

If these people really went to attack the stockade at night, it would be a good thing for him, and he could escape farther while the stockade was in conflict with them;

But what if the village is defeated? What should the more than 1,000 ordinary people, those innocent children, and the businessmen like Tang Hulu do?

Do you want to go back?

It was not easy to escape, and he was really unwilling to go back.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer, urging him to make a quick choice.

Eventually, goodness prevailed over selfishness, and he let out a long sigh and slid down the mound and began to turn back towards the stockade.

The men were not moving fast, and if they had returned to the village before they arrived, it might have saved the village from disaster.

How you came, how you go back. The situation was urgent, he didn't dare to rest, and he didn't even stop drinking water.

An hour and a half later, the gate of the stockade came into view.

He bypassed the gate and came to the bottom of the north slope, filled his belly, and began to climb up.

When they returned to the room, the four brothers were snoring, and nothing seemed to have happened.

He was exhausted, slumped in his seat, looked at his bloody hands, and couldn't help laughing, shaking his head and sighing:

"How many ups and downs can a person have in this life?"

He hid the skateboard, pickaxe, and sheepskin bag under the bed again, dragged his tired body, and came to Guo Shuyun's door.

He just raised his fist to knock on the door, but he fell into hesitation again.

If you tell her that you have discovered an enemy attack, won't the escape be exposed?

Besides, maybe those people were Nangong Yue and they came to save them? If so, wouldn't they help the bandits to make enemies of their own people?

Oh, my God......

It's ridiculous.

"Who's outside the door?"

Suddenly there was a greeting from the room.

She's awake?