Two hundred and ninetieth eight chapters bite back
She quickly climbed up to the stairs, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, an unflattering little black figure stepped on the back of her hand. At the same time, she yelled extremely arrogantly - "Squeak...squeak...
Zhi...zhizhizhi..." Is this the rhythm of stepping on someone, not only not apologizing, but also biting back?
Even if you are a heroic woman, even if you are a female man named Gong Yueyue, who killed more than a dozen mice with stone bullets in the Pan family's woodshed, it is unscientific to say that this situation is not scary or disgusting.
"Ah——" This scream, which exhausted all her strength, shook the Mingjiao Tower and pierced the sky...
The evil young man rode on the horse for several days, with He Yong, Yin Liang and some Mingjiao brothers behind him. No one felt tired, even though many horses had been killed. Because the Mingjiao tower was right in front of them, victory was also in front of them.
Just when everyone was full of excitement and running wildly towards the foot of the Mingjiao Tower, the tall black horse in the lead suddenly looked up to the sky and neighed, then stopped hastily, causing everyone to scramble to stop their horses, almost causing a major traffic accident.
"Did you hear that?" Zhao Changyuan, the perpetrator, turned his horse's head around and asked Pan Jingyuan.
But the other party was confused: "What did you hear?"
"I seem to hear a woman's cry." Zhao Changyuan was not sure. After all, the sound of horse hooves was roaring, and the area where they were currently was already deserted.
The evil young man smiled and said: "Hey, it's probably because you are going crazy thinking about your wife. Why didn't I hear you?"
He Yong also said: "I didn't hear it either."
Zhao Changyuan frowned deeply and glanced at Yin Liang again: "What about you? You didn't hear it either?"
Yin Liang raised his eyebrows, and then said calmly: "I heard the horses braying behind us getting closer and closer."
Zhao Changyuan finally dispelled his doubts this time: "It seems I heard wrongly, let's go!" After saying that, he turned his horse's head again and left the city.
Fortunately, her worries were unnecessary. There were no so-called hidden weapons in this entire basement. The Mingjiao Tower was built by the first leader, and the uncle named Lu was an expert on things like stabbing people in the dark.
He was a gentleman who hated him deeply. He disdained and forbade his followers from using these disgraceful tricks. Only after the third generation of the leader did he gradually accept poison, a new thing that originated from Miao territory. But it was only used against traitors.
.Only Leader Gu, a guy with evil intentions, can carry it forward.
Therefore, the problem Gong Yueyue is currently facing is not the unfounded crises that Ang Yue made up. Rather, it is that the scale of this basement is too big!
It turned out that she estimated the area of the basement based on the appearance of the pagoda, and it was only twice the area of the tower's base outside the ground. Now she crawled through small stone chambers one after another, passed through corridors after corridors, and finally couldn't help but wonder.
She scolded: "Is this fucking Afang Palace? It's not over yet!" She was tired and tired, but the endless burden and fear made her really crazy.
As time passed by, her physical condition was reaching its limit, but her spirit was still as tight as a string. As every inch of ground at the bottom of the tower was left behind by her, she felt her heart beat faster and faster.
It wasn't until she returned to the stairs leading to the first floor of the pagoda that a voice in her chest jumped out of her throat with relief - "He's not here! He's fine!"
After saying that, his limbs went limp and he fell to the ground, with a joyful smile on his face...
She herself didn't know whether she was asleep or not. She just felt that her mind was groggy and she was always half asleep and half awake. What made her wake up completely was the sound of roaring horse hooves, and then, before she had time to push herself up.
, and then heard a burst of noisy noises and footsteps above their heads.
Gong Yueyue knew in her heart that the basement she was in had a floor height of at least three or four meters, and there were thick stones in between... The people upstairs could make such a huge noise, so one can imagine the size of the crowd.
She was faced with two choices. Either climb up and call for help, or she might meet a kind-hearted Tibetan army who would give her food and drink, as well as a horse or camel, and let her return to Yumen Pass. If she had better luck, she might be able to meet Zhao Changyuan.
The man and the horse met unexpectedly. But she was not crazy after all. She knew that there was another dangerous creature in this desert - the enemy.
So the safest option for her right now is to stay in the basement and see who the visitor is before making a final decision.
So, she found a small stone hut closest to her, climbed in with difficulty, propped herself up on the stone bed next to the wall, and stretched out her hand to open the palm-sized wooden transom (if it could be called a window)
If...), quietly waiting for fate's arrangement.
"It turns out it's already dark." She looked at the palm-sized starry sky and said to herself. The moonlight gently shone around her, soothing her exhausted body and mind.
Gong Yueyue's decision was indeed wise in a sense. At this moment, there were indeed thousands of enemy troops gathered above her head. Moreover, outside the entire Mingjiao Tower, there were already three floors inside and three floors surrounded by a sea of people.
Wan Liao Army.
But what made her even more unexpected was that there was another group of people guarding outside the encirclement of the Liao army. The composition of these people was somewhat special, including people from the Central Plains, Ming sect believers, Tibetan soldiers, and even horse thieves. They were
The Liao army pursued them for several days and nights, and finally on such a night, they lured the enemy into a grave that had been dug in advance... The leader of this death squad composed of several hundred people was none other than Zhao Changyuan.
At this time, although he had not slept for several days and nights, his face did not look haggard at all. His black and white eyes were rendered by the night like two sword peaks shining with cold light. Underneath his fair face, there was an uncontrollable secret.
He was filled with excitement. "Have the arrangements been made for the people at the tower gate?" He looked at the towering tower and asked Pan Jingyuan beside him.
At this time, the other party could not hide the high fighting spirit in his heart. He tightened the reins and stared at the surging crowd in the distance with gritted teeth: "I asked Yin Liang to do it. Nothing goes wrong."
"Where's the fuel?" Zhao Changyuan turned to look at He Yong again.
"That's right. They are buried everywhere in the mountains and plains. I'm sure not even a fly will be able to fly out for a while."
After hearing the other party's answer, Zhao Changyuan nodded with satisfaction: "After grinding for so long, it's finally time to come to an end." He could finally bring his military career to a perfect end. Thinking of this, he raised his voice.
He raised his arms and said loudly: "Torch."
Someone behind him handed over the newly lit torch. Zhao Changyuan took it in his hand and rode towards a cluster of kerosene barrels not far away. Everyone held their breath and tightened the reins, waiting until the officer lit up the hell.
After the fire, everyone will flee as quickly as possible.
It's just... Zhao Changyuan was standing next to the oil drum, but he couldn't put down the torch in his hand. Everyone looked at each other and waited for a long time before Pan Jingyuan stepped forward and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? At this juncture, you don't know how to do it.
Are you soft-hearted?"
Zhao Changyuan turned his head to look at him, his face seemed to be cast by a shadow of melancholy: "No, it just feels weird." After saying that, he raised his hand and rode away with the evil young man, riding the huge wave.
The spreading fire remains behind...
Everything should be over, and he will never look back. Never see again, this battlefield full of despair; never see again, that bloody shirt; never see again, the honor that he has to bear as the supreme general.
And humiliation... From now on, he will just be Zhao Changyuan, an ordinary young man who guards his wife, honors his parents, and raises his children. Forget about his desire to defend his land and open up new territories, and his grudges and grudges.
Suddenly, another whisper came from a corner: "I... I almost hurt you today. Do you hate me? I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to..."
Gong Yueyue looked towards the corner where the sound came from, and saw a figure crouching in the dim corner, with his forehead against the stone wall and punching the hard and pitted wall.
Even if the environment is dark, and even if this pitiful figure never turns his true face to her, it is enough for her to quickly identify him. "Ms. sir! I don't hate you, how could I? Come here..."
"She was so surprised that she immediately got out of bed and ran over.
But when her hands touched the cold stone wall, she realized that there was nothing in the corner except herself. When she was disappointed, Zhao Changyuan's voice sounded behind her again.
"Madam, I miss you very much. Do you miss me?"
She turned around suddenly and found that he was sitting on the stone bed, holding a shirt full of writings in his hand, and kept mumbling: "I really want to see you, but now... I am just a madman..."
As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Deep down in her heart, Gong Yueyue seemed to understand something. She turned around and let herself sit on the ground, focusing on watching his figure that disappeared and appeared, left and right.
"I'm about to give birth. I know you must be very scared. Dad Gangba, I will definitely find a way to go back to accompany you." When he said this, he was holding a small gourd in his hand, lowering his head and drawing.
He looked very serious.
"I am very lucky to marry a man like you and have your love. I am willing to wait for you and protect you. These are the prices I should pay. I am willing to bear it. No matter how difficult it is, I can get through it until the kindness comes.
God will send you back to me, until the merciful God will send me back to you..." When he said this, he lay on his side on the stone bed, put the shirt full of writings against his heart, and closed it
The eyes murmured to themselves, and clear water slipped from the corners of their eyes...
"Ms. sir..." She suddenly sat up from the stone bed, and she realized that she had actually been in a dream just now. But despite this, she still covered her face, blurring her vision, and every inch of her heart was filled with illusory scenes.
The sight was so painful that it was scratching.
Before she could fully wake up from her sad dream, she heard someone desperately shouting: "It's on fire! It's on fire!" (To be continued)