The mountain road is rugged and slippery, and covered with long grass, making it difficult to see the road.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and a thunderstorm and heavy rain are about to start, gathering momentum.
The thin little hands pushed away the long grass, and a childish voice said: "Here it is."
Zhi Changle stepped forward, but the man was huddled in the grass. His face was pale, his lips had lost blood, and his whole body was shaking.
"Still alive," the branch chief said happily.
"Save?" Xia Zhaoyi looked up at Zhi Changle.
"This...do you want to ask me?" Zhi Changle scratched the back of his neck, "Ali, you have the final say."
"Because you have to carry it," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "It's very tiring to carry people down the mountain."
Zhi Changle rolled up his sleeves: "Save it, it's a human life after all."
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
Because of this sudden accident, the backpack that I returned this time did not contain much except for some herbs.
The injured person leaned on Zhi Changle's shoulder and opened his eyes slightly as the road was bumpy. His vision was dim and he couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely hear the sound of a man and a girl discussing in his ears.
The girl said that today's harvest was not good and she could only eat fish reluctantly.
The man asked her how many ways she could do it.
The girl explained several ways to cook the fish, and her voice was clear and sweet.
The man kept saying that he was so greedy and wanted to eat when he got the chance.
The girl also talked about where the fish is fat, what kind of fish is abundant there, and how there are several famous restaurants from all over the world where the most important thing is the color and fragrance of the fish.
The injured person was in a daze, thinking that he might be suffering from hysteria. How could he hear such a conversation in the barren mountains and ridges with no roads and roads.
After returning, the injured fell into a drowsy state, but he could not sleep yet. Thinking of his important responsibilities, he struggled to wake up while falling asleep, and ended up having nightmares again and again.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was covered in sweat and found himself in a small hut with heavy rain pouring outside.
The wounded man sat up and touched his sword out of habit.
"You're awake." The girl's voice sounded.
The injured person looked over cautiously and relaxed slightly when he saw the girl's clothes and appearance: "Where is this place?"
The girl smiled, said nothing, got up and went out.
After a while, the wooden door was pushed open, and a girl wearing a bamboo hat came in holding an exquisitely woven bamboo tray, followed by a tall man with a bowl of medicine in his hand.
The injured person looked serious and was on guard.
The little girl took off the bamboo hat and put it at the door. She came over and put down the small bamboo tray. Inside the bamboo tray were several simple wooden boxes and bamboo tubes, as well as small scissors and gauze.
The big man also put down the decoction in his hand and stood behind the girl, protecting her tightly.
The girl said: "You are not seriously injured, but you still need to recover for a day before you can travel. We are all refugees. Only by getting together can we survive better. You don't have to be afraid of what we will do to you."
The injured pursed his lips and asked again: "Is this Peifeng here?"
"Yes, and Peifeng City is very close to here." Xia Zhaoyi replied.
The injured person looked at the window sill made of broken wood. Thunder roared outside, heavy rain poured down, the wind penetrated through the cracks, whining, and some rain leaked from the beams, forming a stream and falling in the corner of the house.
The water tank with a big hole missing is being replaced.
The wounded man looked stunned. After a while, he pushed himself up and said to the support officer: "Thank you knight for saving me, and thank you little girl. I have something important to do, so I have to leave first."
"You can't go," Xia Zhaoyi said as she watched him get out of bed and leave. "This storm will last for a long time, and the water will keep rising. If you lose your strength and fall to the ground, you may be drowned. No one
I’ll save you again.”
The injured man limped to the door and moved the wooden bolt. The strong wind blew the door open and knocked him over. He was able to hold him in time.
The wind and rain got stronger and hit him, causing him to inadvertently take a breath of cold air. His throat felt itchy, and he coughed wildly.
Zhi Changle went over and closed the door and said, "You can't get out. It's stormy and the river in front of the village is about to burst out."
The injured finally recovered, looked up at Zhi Changle, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you know how long this rain will last?"
"I don't know," Zhi Changle shook his head, "What's your emergency? Who are those people chasing you?"
The injured pursed his lips, paused, and said, "I don't know. It has been raining heavily for days, and the mountain roads have been blocked. Relief supplies cannot be transported in. We came here first to tell General Zhao on the order of Jiang Shilang.
We wanted to reassure the city's defenders and people, but we were suddenly intercepted and assassinated on the road, and they chased us for several days. Several of us were scattered, dead or injured, and I escaped alone first, not wanting to be chased again.
Up."
"It's easy to get lost here," Xia Zhaoyi said. "It seems that these people know the terrain here."
"It's really hateful to say that," Zhi Changle said angrily, "Who are these people? Why do they want to stop you when they are so good?"
"I don't know," the injured person shook his head. "They didn't talk to us at all. They just killed us when they came up. The young man who led them was their leader, and his swordsmanship was first-class."
Zhi Changle couldn't help but feel frightened as he recalled the moves he had made over and over again.
He is a soldier, so he may not be proficient in Kung Fu moves, but his physical strength is acquired through years of training in the barracks. When he was fighting against the young man, he was always at a disadvantage and had no room to fight back. In the end, if not
Ah Li appeared in time, and he was really afraid that he had already been killed in vain by the sword.
"What you just said, in Peifeng City... is General Zhao?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
The injured man looked at the girl and nodded.
"Zhao," Xia Zhaoyi raised her eyebrows lightly, "I wonder if he is from Duke Zheng's palace?"
"General Zhao Zhao, the tiger rushes to the camp." the wounded man replied.
Xia Zhaoyi paused: "Zhao Zhu?"
The injured person was stunned for a moment and looked at her, not knowing what to say.
From the girl's tone, she seemed to know General Zhao, but a girl like this...
"Ah Li?" Zhi Changle was also curious.
Xia Zhaoyi restrained himself slightly, and then said after calming down: "There is no unprovoked target in the world. It can be seen that these people know who you are. Why do you think he is chasing you?"
The injured person frowned slightly and said, "I don't know."
"You are here to deliver a message to appease people's hearts," the little girl said again.
The injured person was slightly stunned: "Are you...wanting to panic the city?"
Xia Zhaoyi sat back and said softly: "Heaven and earth are unkind. Even the knights from far away can't bear to sit back and watch the suffering of the common people. These people act cruelly and their purpose may not be simple."
"Are they those bandits?" Zhi Changle asked.
"No," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the injured, "If he started chasing them a few days ago, it couldn't be those rogues. From Wanshan Pass to Peifeng, and then to the intersection of Shoushi and Peifeng to set up an ambush, this
It all takes time, and if they are rogues, there will also be obstacles caused by heavy rain in the past few days. All careful planning must be prepared at least a month ago, and a month ago, no one can know
There will be such a heavy rain now, which will block waterways and even land transportation of materials."
