The city wall, which was only completed today, was not put into use, only a small soldier station under the city gate, guarded by seven or eight soldiers.

It was early in the morning, the weather was freezing, and the soldiers were all cowering in the pavilion and falling asleep.

Song Che leaned his back against the city wall, pressed his steps very slowly and lightly, and after bypassing the military station, he came to the northwest corner of the city wall, he scraped the soil covering the ground with his hands, revealing a light brown wooden plank, and after removing the wooden plank, it seemed to be a tunnel leading to the outside of the city.

He would never build a city wall for the Hu people for no reason, everything he did had a purpose.

This escape route was just the tip of the iceberg, and the wall he had designed was far from being as strong as he had imagined, and he had already done something at the junction of the wall, which could have been blown down with just a few shells.

In the future, when the Great Liang soldiers come to the city, this western wall will also break through.

"Woohoo!"

The faint barking of dogs.

Sure enough, Kuimu sent a hounds to track him down.

Song Che didn't dare to slack off, he ran out of the tunnel, and when he climbed out of the hole, he hurriedly brought a few stones to completely seal the tunnel.

He took one last look at the capital of Hu Guo, who had imprisoned it for three months, and cursed secretly: "Fuck you!" ”

The next time Lao Tzu returns, he will bring thousands of troops and horses!

He began to run wildly into the northern mountains and forests.

Since it was necessary to cut down trees in the mountains and collect sediment by the river, a road was opened for horse-drawn carriages to transport goods. The snow on this road is swept clean, and it is much easier to run.

It was very likely that the hound would catch up, Song Che didn't dare to delay for a moment, and he only took two quarters of an hour to reach the distance to the mountains and forests.

After resting briefly at Linkou, he began to follow the signs he had made in the past and began to approach the Lianghe River.

After another quarter of an hour of running, the dense woods thinned out, and the vision suddenly opened up, a river frozen into ice, reflecting the night light like a mirror.

Song Che came to a tree by the river, cut the surrounding leaves, and took out the skates that had been buried long ago and a bag of dry food and wine.

He put his baggage on his back, changed into his skates, and jumped onto the glacier in one lung, briefly searching for a sensation, and then began to glide downstream.

The ice is very thick, and it is very solid to step on, Song Che's movements are gradually opening and closing, coupled with the potential energy from high to low, the speed is not even less than fifty miles, and when he encounters a larger drop, he only needs to put his feet together to slide effortlessly.

"Woohoo!"

Although the cold wind was like a knife, it could not extinguish the blazing heat of his heart longing for freedom!

At this rate, he could run at least 200 miles before dawn. Fifty miles outside the capital of Hu, there was no longer anyone clearing the snow, and it had snowed several times in the past half a month, and the roads had already been closed, even if they wanted to send cavalry to chase him, they could not catch up with him.

Song Che skated and slipped and slipped on the glacier like this, nibbling on frozen beef when he was tired, and drinking a sip of high spirits when he was thirsty.

Before you know it, there are signs of dawn on the horizon.

Mo Yo estimated that he had escaped at least two hundred miles, and today was Timur's enthronement ceremony, and Hu Guo would definitely have no time to chase after him.

After running for most of the night, Song Che was exhausted, he found a leeward dwarf hill on the shore, simply dug a "cat's ear hole", and after the whole person curled up in it, he sealed the hole with snow, leaving only a few small holes for air circulation.

The tense nerves were relaxed, the tiredness gradually fermented, and after a while, he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the cave was already drowsy, leaving a few blowholes almost clogged with wind and snow.

Song Che crawled out of the cat's ears, and a biting cold wind hit his face, "whirring and ......" goose feathers and heavy snow, flying all over the sky.

Is it snowing again?

Well done!

The more snow falls, the thicker the snow will become, and the greater the obstruction to the cavalry.

Song Che sighed into the palm of his hand, shook off the snowflakes on the velvet robe, and the beef and flatbread had also been thawed by his body temperature.

After a hearty meal and recuperation, he stepped onto the glacier again and continued to glide downstream.

Previously, I learned from Bi Dengkou that most of the Hu countries were located in the north of the Hexi Corridor, nearly 500 miles away from Xiliangchang.

These 500 li refers to the land route, if it is calculated according to the waterway, the Lianghe River meanders, and another 100 li has to be added.

With Song Che's current gliding speed, he could enter the Daliang border in two nights at most, but considering the tense situation at the border, it was definitely impossible to enter the country directly.

Escaping from Hu is the first hurdle, and how to cross the border is the second hurdle.

And so it was, and it was another night.

As we move westward, temperatures rise noticeably and the ice thaws, making it much lighter on the glacier than it was when you left.

Song Che knew that he couldn't skate anymore, otherwise he would freeze to death if the ice cracked and fell into the ice hole, even if he didn't drown.

In the early morning of the second day after escaping the capital, Song Che dug a cat's ear hole by the river, as before, and prepared to sleep during the day and continue his journey at night.

Exhausted, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But just as he was sleeping soundly, there was a sudden sound of "rustling ......" shaved ice next to his ears.

He woke up suddenly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, a machete was on his neck!

The person holding the knife was a dark face, a wrinkled fifty-year-old man, he was wearing a thick cashmere coat and a bird bow on his back, he stared at Song Che coldly, and first asked in the Hu language, where could Song Che understand?

Seeing that Song Che didn't understand, the old man pointed out the hole with a knife and motioned for Song Che to come out, but the machete never left Song Che's neck for a moment.

Song Che slowly crawled out of the cat's ear hole, thinking about how to kill this person when he went out later, but when he climbed out of the hole, he found that there were still two people standing outside, a middle-aged and a teenager, both carrying bird bows and machetes, and holding two hounds in their hands.

They are supposed to be hunters, and they are a family of three.

"Who are you, and why do you sleep in the snow?" The middle-aged man asked in a not-so-proficient official dialect.

Song Che said: "I am a merchant from Daliang, and I got lost in the snow because I encountered a snowstorm......

"Merchant?" The middle-aged man looked suspicious, "As early as a month ago, Hu Guo had already closed the country, how did you get in?" ”

"That's a long story, I-"

Without waiting for Song Che to explain, the young man snatched Song Che's burden and poured all the wine, food, dry food and a few ingots ......of silver on the ground.

"Daddy, he has so much money!"

The boy kicked away the dry food and hurriedly picked up the silver. This family of three, the eyes are brighter than silver.

"Three fellows, you can take the silver, I'm really just a borrower, so you let me go?"

Song Che clasped his fists and saluted, wanting to break the fortune and eliminate the disaster, but the middle-aged man stared directly at the gold ring on Song Che's ring finger, his eyes greedy.

(To be continued...... ）