In the early sun, the sea of snow walked freely between the camps. Stepping on the soft spring grass, chasing the colorful butterflies flying wantonly, picking a few wild flowers, holding the petals in the palm of your hand, and letting them fly in the wind. It seems to be careless, but in fact, the deployment of defenses everywhere in the camp has been seen clearly.

The company camp is very wide, extending in all directions, it is simply a huge labyrinth. Her small tent is next to the middle tent of the hunting king, in the middle of the labyrinth, to the south and north of each five hundred steps to see the gate and the tower, east and west are connected to the grain and grass and baggage and other warehouses, even more unfathomable. The guards with swords and bows shuttled back and forth and patrolled non-stop. If you go out of the tent, you will encounter four or five patrols, not to mention the fixed sentry near the gate.

It looks really deflated.

Just as she hung her head and sighed, a whistle pierced the sky. Startled, I saw the volley of pigeons fall in response, and cut a cold arc in the air. A golden arrow pierced the throat of the white dove, and the golden arrow was dark red. The bright blood was fainted in a field of white feathers, and it was shocking.

The sea of snow rushed towards the landing point, but saw Zhao Haijun's solid steps in front of her. The guard bowed and handed the golden arrow and the white dove in both hands. Zhao Haijun carried the dead pigeon and smiled at Chu Xuehai. However, the letter tube was empty. Zhao Haijun's smile immediately condensed into embarrassment.

"What do you mean?" he asked Chu Xuehai.

"I don't know. Xue Hai frowned, and if he didn't say it, he didn't say it.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Anyway, no one can guess. Zhao Haijun smiled, and immediately aroused Xue Hai's nervousness, "Chu Tao's news, Xie Junhe has arrived, let you prepare early, but so?"

It's a trick that's too obvious, anyone can see through it, and the sea of snow can't hide it.

Zhao Haijun arrogantly threw the pigeon into the distance, and let the hound devour it in two bites. In the remnants of blood, he snorted coldly with an expressionless face: "Your brother can't do anything other than flying pigeons all over the sky?"

Xue Haizheng was resentful, and when he heard this, he scolded directly: "The big husband is ambitious in all directions, can't you use your energy to fight a few pigeons all day long?"

Zhao Haijun was not angry at all, but laughed loudly: "Don't let me really take a fancy to you! Otherwise, I won't let you go back to the south bank!"

"Shameless!"

It's cheeky enough. Xue Hai only hated himself for not being able to avoid his fiery gaze.

With a whistle, a young and sturdy green horse rushed towards him with four hooves. Zhao Haijun said with a look of flaunting: "What, take you around?"

Xue Hai rolled his eyes back, pulled the reins straight, turned over and skillfully jumped on the horse's back: "Borrow your horse to relax!" Without waiting for Zhao Haijun to agree, Wu self-patted her mount. Under Zhao Haijun's stunned gaze, she gently stroked the horse's mane, leaned over as if to say something in its ear, and then tightened the reins, and the horse obediently spread its hooves and ran. In the hunting wind, the goose-yellow hunting costume is like a butterfly flying, beating between the vast heaven and earth. The sea of snow on horseback, with long hair scattered, is as red as jade, with a natural free and easy, youthful pride.

Everyone was stunned: "King Hunter, this ...... Okay?"

Zhao Haijun's fiery gaze followed her for a long time, and his answer was slow for a long time: "This horse is tame, and it is okay - it is Chu Tao's sister in the end!"

"But if this girl runs away......

Zhao Haijun's face sank, his gaze swept across the speaker's face, and immediately, all the discussion stopped.

"King Hunter, King Hunter!" exclaimed from the sentry at the south gate.

"What's the alarm?"

A gilded name card was handed over from the guard's hand. Seeing the handwriting on the name post, Zhao Haijun tightened the corners of his mouth, the strength in his hand sank, and the name post was crumpled into a ball: "It's finally here!" The guard stepped forward again, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear. I saw that Zhao Haijun's previous relaxed and laughing expression had been completely restrained, and he was replaced with an iron face that seemed to be angry but not angry: "If you don't give a warning, do you have to make an inch?"

With a wave of his big hand, the three or five attendants who had followed him before followed. The gate of the camp opened, and closed quietly behind them, and no one was alarmed.

When Xue Haile galloped around the camp for a whole week, and when he returned to the starting point, he found that Zhao Haijun was gone. The horse left behind was really just to relieve Chu Xuehai's boredom?! Chu Xuehai was amazed. "Where has the Hunter gone?" she asked, but everyone agreed and insisted that they didn't know if they had seen it. It's a lie again, of course Xuehai understands. As a prisoner, such a question would not have been answered as expected.

Looking up, the sea of snow looked at the blue sky, and the birds were circling. A simple thought came to her mind—if one day she could gallop as she pleased, and she would have to gallop straight to the docks—her heart had already been like an arrow.

However, when he found that he hadn't seen Zhao Haijun for a whole day, Xuehai couldn't help but feel uneasy. After a long time, I can't help but be suspicious. Was something unusual going on? Was it related to her, or was it just a routine tour, and she was making a fuss?

There were more and more people wearing swords and crossbows in the camp, the footsteps of the inspectors became heavier and heavier, and the sentry towers and other places were even more nervous. As soon as Xue Hai reached the bottom of the sentry tower, she heard the sound of a sharp arrow breaking through the air, and she jumped three feet high—the arrow was not in the sand half a step from her toes. The stiff voice said: "The king hunter has an order: the one who is close to the gate is dead, the girl please go back!" Although Xue Hai was frightened, he had to obediently return to the tent.

In the middle of the night, the sea of snow that was still dreaming was suddenly awakened by the noise outside the tent.

It was also mixed with the sound of soldiers marching like drums—the neat footsteps struck one after the other, accompanied by the sound of the contending of various weapons, and the urging of the leaders as if they were chasing ducks: "Hurry up, hurry!

Listening to the direction in which the voice had passed, the people in the camp gathered towards the south gate. Chu Xuehai couldn't help but hide behind the curtain and peep: Sure enough, there was already a large area of black pressure under the gate in the south. Outside the purging procession, shouts swept like waves. Only one word is repeated: "Kill!"

The moonless night was lit by the feathers of fire, and ignited by the pungent smell of tung oil and sulfur. Like a starry sky falling into the world, it is like a lava eruption. People are running around, busy putting out fires. At the same time, "Knock, knock, knock!" was making a heavy noise, and the ground trembled. Suddenly, there was a "boom", followed by the collapse sound of "bang", and several people hugged the size of the boulder and smashed it down in the air, tearing a gap in the fence. Heart-rending screams, the crimson of blood flowing, and the influx of enemies and killings all blended together.

The sound of the blow became heavier and heavier, and the gate trembled and shook incessantly. There was still a terrible stalemate between inside and outside the door. The young faces gradually faded in the interweaving of swords and swords.