One is an ambush and siege, and the other is an encounter.
Just like one side is the hunter and the other side is the prey.
The prey needs to use all its strength to escape from the encirclement.
It is not easy for a hunter to catch a strong and orderly tiger.
In Youhu County, Jiangzhou, Jin Hongkang was always angry about allowing Shen Lie to lead his troops to escape from the siege. Therefore, in this ambush, Jin Hongkang issued a death order and he must see Shen Lie's body.
Facing Qiu Yuying, who had rich experience in military combat, Ouyang Huan had to make drastic adjustments according to the terrain in the shortest possible time.
If you want to preserve your troops as much as possible, you must sacrifice some of your troops to attract the opponent's firepower.
Therefore, they fought all the way to Hetai Village, scattering their troops and horses along the way.
From the rectification of 2, 2 to 4, 4 to 8.
After arriving at Hetai Village, he continued to divide his troops into two groups and continued all the way to the Guozhuang River Estuary. He abandoned the carriage and walked with Guo Ziyu and the others into Hetai Mountain, which connects Hetai Village to the Anzhu Pass. He planned to go to Guozhuang River after the storm passed. Zhuangjiangkou.
Only a hundred or so people were left among the miserable troops.
Guo Ziyu smashed an ancient tree angrily, causing his finger bones to bleed.
Ouyang Huan, who was not good at riding horses, fell down on a low stone and frowned.
In this battle, not only half of the people, but even a third of the people alive may not be alive.
The orange light of the setting sun filled the sky, and the sound of fighting came from the northeast.
Looking up, you can see the brilliant afterglow and the wings of tired birds flying across the clouds.
"A lot of people will die," Ji Xiahe said.
Shen Lie looked at the sunset without saying a word. The warm and soft sunset dyed his cold white skin with a layer of light.
Zhai Jinsheng followed them, his voice cold: "No matter which side has more deaths, the dead are all enemies."
"Yeah." Ji Xiahe responded.
After two days and two nights, they detoured through an extremely remote mountain road and arrived at Zuilu at dawn on the third day.
Located in Zihe Xifang, Jinjialin Road, Zuilu, along the entire embankment street along the north bank of Zihe River, there are seven inns owned by Shen Lie.
The seven vacant inns were quietly full. The innkeeper brought hot water and food that had been prepared. The steward counted the number of people and found that there were twenty-five people missing.
Du Xuan took the roster handed to him by the chief steward, and after a while, he said a faint "hmm".
"Did anything happen to them?" the chief steward asked in a low voice.
"In troubled times, it's normal." Du Xuan sighed.
Thinking of the letter left by Guo Yu, Du Xuan said: "By the way, there is one more thing."
He took out the letter and handed it to the steward: "After reading it, go and make arrangements."
The families of these secret guards have been transferred and moved a lot in the past two years.
However, some old people always have feelings for their homeland in their hearts and refuse to leave. They cannot openly tell them about the hidden conflicts with the Guo family, and they think that the Guo family will not take action on the bright side. Put it on hold for now.
After briefly handing over matters to the general manager, Du Xuan turned back to the bedroom upstairs.
When passing by the door of Shen Lie's room, he pressed his ear tightly against the door.
There was no sound of bathing water or turning of pages in a book, so he must have fallen asleep.
I can finally have a good rest. Although this place cannot be called home, it is my own territory after all, and it is a place where I can temporarily feel at ease.
Du Xuan straightened up and glanced at the inn.
Drunken deer.
Drunk deer.
This is also his hometown.
·
The Zuiluguo family's mansion in the city alone occupies an area of one hundred acres.
Opposite the mansion is a busy market with numerous tea shops and hawkers. The streets are bustling and crowded with people.
Since the Gengyin Year, the gate of Guo Mansion has never been closed.
No matter day or night, there are people coming in and out of the door, dressed in all kinds of styles, whether poor, rich, old, or energetic, really trying to break the threshold.
The sky was getting darker, a carriage stopped, and three middle-aged men wearing Confucian scarves and described as elegant and slim got out of the carriage.
The guard in front of the door accepted their greetings and turned around to enter the house.
The three of them looked not good, and stood beside the carriage a little dejectedly. They spoke to each other in very soft and low voices, and they were uneasy.
Not long after, the guard came out and asked them to go in and wait in the tea room.
The person they came to meet this time was none other than Guo Zhaohai, the busiest person in the Guo Mansion.
Since returning from Jiangzhou, Guo Zhaohai has been staying at Guo Mansion, almost never leaving home.
But since he came back, seven out of ten people who came to visit the Guo family came to see him.
The three men entered the tea room and found nine people waiting inside.
They are all literati who are well versed in poetry. When they meet each other, whether they know each other or not, they are accustomed to asking each other.
The three men were no exception. After greeting others, they sat down quietly.
When there are many people, and their status is more or less different, some people cannot hide their desire to express themselves, show off their talents, show off their power, and have many strange things to tell.
The three men sat in silence. When others asked about them, they would answer a few words. If others didn't ask, it would be as if they didn't exist and would just stay in the corner.
Someone was chatting and mentioned Hengxiang and Dongping Academy.
The little evil boy who was arrogant and arrogant in the capital back then reappeared and made it known that she would protect Dongping Academy and she would not spare anyone who dared to touch Dongping Academy.
The storytellers said it vividly, saying that even if she could not deal with thousands of troops, it would not be difficult for her to sneak attack and assassinate the general among the thousands of troops.
The three men were speechless. When they heard the word "Ali", one of them raised his head and looked at the speaker.
The man was keen in life, noticed his gaze, turned around and said with a smile: "Why, brother is also interested in that girl Ali?"
"No," the man shook his head, "it sounds familiar."
At this time, a little maid came in to serve new tea.
The three men thanked her lightly, and then heard the little maid say to them in a low voice: "My master said that only one of you three can go, so let's go now."
The three of them paused for a moment, then looked at each other.
"I'll go ahead," one man said, "I'm a little better eloquent than you."
The little maid led him and left quietly through a side door.
Others are not stupid and know that this is cutting the queue.
But he acted covertly, not openly, and it was the master who had the final say as to who he wanted to see, so everyone just turned a blind eye.
Guo Zhaojiang was not alone in the study. There were six other people in the study, including Guo Yanchuan, the third master of the Guo family.
The man followed the little maid in. The little maid bowed quietly and left quietly. The man stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Wang Xudu, I have met Mr. Guo."
"Sit down," Guo Zhaojiang said, "Mr. Wang is very polite."
Wang Xudu thanked him and sat down beside him.
But seeing that Guo Zhaojiang had no intention of retreating, Wang Xudu frowned slightly: "Master Guo... You should know the purpose of my trip."
Guo Zhaojiang smiled lightly and said, "I can't make the decision regarding Shen Lie. Our Guo family has severed all ties with him."
