The water in the Mi River is strong, and the tide rises at night. The water is turbulent and rushes towards Hagying.
Shen Lie reined in his horse and looked towards the end of Nagano in the distance. Across the wide river, a group of at least a thousand soldiers and horses came running from the northeast, the fire was bright.
In the boundless fields behind him, the soldiers from Shunyang Battalion who had arrived, together with the Xucheng officers and soldiers, were looking for him everywhere.
The sound of the river was surging, and the turbid waves were hitting the air. Shen Lie turned around and estimated the distance. He was at least twenty miles away from Jixing Mountain, and there was no need to continue to fight with these officers and soldiers.
He shook the reins, turned the horse's head, and rode upstream along the river bank.
Dai Yujiuhou was outside the stone bridge road slope. He heard the sound of horse hooves and looked around. When he saw it was him, he jumped down from the hillside and ran over quickly: "Young Master!"
The dragon and eagle stopped, and the man stood up.
Shen Lie looked towards the hillside where Dai Yu was hiding, and there was no one else there.
"Ali is still on Jixing Mountain. She went to higher places," Dai Yu said quickly, "Zhili and Miss Nie are safe."
Shen Lie frowned: "Is she still on the mountain?"
"We may be able to climb over the mountains, but if we want to come back, we have to take a very long detour through the mountains."
"You escort Zhili back to the city." Shen Lie quickly turned his horse's head and ran away in the direction of Ji Xing Mountain.
Shunyang Camp is the closest garrison to Xucheng in the Xizhou Military Region.
There are 30,000 people in the barracks. Five thousand were dispatched this time, 2,000 were searching for Shen Lie in the wilderness, and 3,000 were entering Jixing Mountain.
The troops and horses running wildly across the river were Shen Lie and Xia Zhaoyi's "old acquaintances", the Xuanwu Army.
In addition, there is a Bi family army fifty miles away on the way.
The foot of Jiexing Mountain was like a feast of lights at the moment, a scene of brilliance, with corpses one after another covered in white cloth being carried out of the mountain.
Princess Yangping is dressed in a fine brocade dress with bright hooks, clouds and phoenixes, and a multicolored embroidered gold satin cloak. She has luxurious beaded hairpins on her bun. There is only one golden and beaded peach blossom hairpin, and the beads on it are all of the highest quality. South China Sea Gongzhu.
The Xucheng patrol officer and the Xucheng county magistrate trembled and knelt in front of her. She was riding high on the horse, her pretty face was cold and filled with great anger.
A soldier quickly ran over, knelt down and reported the situation of Shunyang Camp, and the Xuanwu Army was about to arrive.
When the soldier came over, a gorgeous sedan stopped at the same time. The maid stepped forward to lift the curtain, and Li Yishu stepped out of the sedan. She was also dressed in luxurious clothes, with a light green and brown needle-embroidered crane cloak, which was a bit more dignified and delicate than Princess Yangping.
She glanced at Princess Yangping, then looked sideways at Ding Erlang, Ding Mingzhi, the son of Dingxian Lieutenant, twenty steps away on her right.
Following her gaze, everyone around her looked towards Ding Mingzhi.
Ding Mingzhi, who had found an official position in the government, walked over quickly: "Princess Princess."
"How many people died?" Li Yishu asked, his voice gentle and pleasant.
"We are still counting people on the mountain. One hundred and fifteen people died on the northern slope."
"What's the difference between the mountains and the mountains?"
"I don't know who is responsible for it at the bottom of the mountain. The murderer on the mountain is a girl in white, with a silver whip in one hand and a dagger in the other."
Li Yishu was stunned: "Girl, silver whip?"
"Um."
She subconsciously looked at Princess Yangping.
The proud girl sitting on the horse was looking at them sideways.
"It's Ah Li." Princess Yangping said coldly.
"It can't be her," Li Yishu walked over and looked up at her, "Ah Li is in Wuxian with Xia Jiajun."
"I say it's her, that's her. Apart from her, how many people can do it?" Princess Yangping's voice became serious.
Li Yishu stopped talking and looked at the three corpses that were being carried out.
One hundred and fifteen people, and that's just at the foot of the mountain. Those on the mountain don't dare to think about it.
While the bodies were being carried out one by one, a large number of officers and soldiers were entering the mountain.
There are torches all over the mountains and fields. Every cave and every cliff must not be missed.
Two quarters of an hour later, the Xuanwu Army troops arrived.
Five thousand people came from the Shunyang camp and four thousand from the Xuanwu army. The commander of the troops was Fang Xihua, the newly promoted deputy lieutenant of the Xuanwu army.
As soon as they arrived, they immediately entered the mountain.
Fang Xihua came over and bowed to the princess.
Li Yishu looked at Fang Xihua, feeling vaguely uneasy.
First five thousand, then four thousand. Bi Jiajun didn't know how many people came, but there must be one thousand.
Tens of thousands of people were dispatched before and after. If the girl on the mountain is Ah Li, it would be easy to say.
If not, the emperor would be furious if he mobilized troops and mobilized people like this.
After all, a princess has no military power.
These military camps were willing to be dispatched because Princess Yangping said that the royal family would lose face and would find the boy named Zhi at all costs.
Now the boy named Zhi has not been encountered, but he has provoked a girl with a silver whip.
And now that so many people are dead and injured, it is obviously more embarrassing than before...
Jixing Mountain is the highest mountain in Mingtai County and the second largest mountain in Xizhou Province. Even though only 10,000 people entered the mountain to conduct a thorough search, it was still not enough.
At the southeast foot of Jixing Mountain is a huge cemetery, which is the burial place for the entire Xucheng.
Above the cemetery is a gentle open space in the mountain, with about twenty acres of crops, lush and green, growing on time.
Deeper is a mountain lake with a width of thousands of hectares. The lake water is clear and clear, and the water is formed by mountain springs and waterfalls.
Xia Zhaoyi was shirtless at the moment, cleaning his wounds by the lake.
The two wounds on his left arm were cut by branches on the cliff during a fierce battle. One of them was deep, at least half a finger long.
In addition to the left arm, there are also ones on the legs.
She used the small porcelain bottle and ointment she brought with her to do a simple treatment. After treating the wound, she washed it with lake water, finally chewed some herbs and applied it on it.
The pain made her frown, but she shouldn't stay here for long.
She put on her clothes and got up and walked quickly along the mountain path to the inner mountain.
The entire mountain area of Jixing Mountain is as big as fifty Xucheng.
The map her master gave her was extremely detailed, with mountains, rivers, and temples all fresh in her mind.
There are at least two imperial mausoleums on the north side of Jixing Mountain. There are at least ten villages at the foot of Beishan Mountain. Fifty miles further ahead is Wei City.
There are many abandoned temples and Taoist temples on Jixing Mountain, one of which was the most famous at that time, called Yuetang Temple.
There is a Pole Star Terrace on the mountain behind the Taoist Temple, which is located on the top of the mountains. As far as the eye can see, you can pick stars with your hands, so it is named Pole Star Mountain.
However, it fell into disuse hundreds of years ago.
Xia Zhaoyi had two choices for this trip, one was to go to Yuetang Temple, and the other was to go to the village on the other side.
She is fine now, but if she wants to get past tens of thousands of armored soldiers and return to the city, it will take a lot of physical strength. In her current situation, she cannot support it.
Suddenly a torch lit up in the distance.
Xia Zhaoyi stopped, there were more and more torches, starting from the middle of the mountain, going up and down.
A man's voice came from afar: "If you encounter a wide stone crevice, bayonets and guns will enter, and no one will be missed!"
Looking back and forth, I saw that there were about a thousand people coming to this mountain range.
It is not difficult for her to get past these soldiers scattered on the mountain road, but the inevitable killings will definitely happen again.
She is currently injured and needs to conserve her strength and recover as soon as possible without re-opening the wound.
Turning her eyes to look at another place, she quickly made a decision to go to the other side of the lake first, and then to the mountain.
