Amidst the sound of "snap~", Fengrui's left shoulder was struck by a Tatar on horseback, who whipped him hard from a high position.
Good guy! Fengrui almost screamed out during the sharp pain in his shoulder.
Mainly, his left shoulder was hit by a heavy Tatar arrow during the battle the day before yesterday. Even with the protection of an iron armor and a cotton armor, there was still a small wound on the shoulder.
In addition, the Tatar arrowheads were soaked in horse dung water.
So two days have passed, and the wound that has been well treated still looks a little red, swollen and inflamed. It has not been completely healed, and the left hand can't use any strength at all.
After being suddenly hit with a whip, the feeling was so sore and refreshing.
The follow-up plan can only be started for those who are among the prisoners.
Fengrui had no choice but to hold his head with both hands and tightly shut his mouth.
Fortunately, the Tatars didn't really want to kill this 1.8-meter-high coolie, so they didn't do anything to kill him.
By the way! After being captured by the Tatars, he was escorted all the way to the captured people, seemingly for the purpose of "killing people with power."
Those Tatars were whipped down at every turn.
Fortunately, poor Fengrui finally arrived among the group of prisoners when his mood was about to completely collapse.
After arriving here, because there were a large number of Tatar cavalry cruising around, there was probably no need to worry about them escaping, so the surveillance intensity was immediately reduced.
Under such circumstances, Fengrui and three hunters secretly shuttled among the people who kept their mouths shut and walked like zombies.
Why do you do this? Of course you need to find some acquaintances first.
Through these acquaintances, more people can believe in their identity and then do what they say.
Soon after, Fengrui found a target, which was Old Man Jiang, who was bent over, like an old dog with his spine broken, and with no life at all in his body.
Frankly speaking, Hu Biao and the others found it a bit incredible that the Tatars did not kill Old Chiang, a little old man who was obviously a burden.
In the end, thinking about it, it was probably because Old Man Jiang was regarded as a craftsman that this resulted in such a result.
Otherwise, with the Tatars' viciousness of preying on the weak, this old man would probably have died long ago.
After waiting for a minute or two to make sure that the Tatars had not noticed, Ruifeng gave the three hunters behind him a look and asked them to cover themselves up.
Then he took a few steps forward and patted Old Man Jiang on the shoulder.
When Old Man Jiang instinctively turned his head to look over, and after seeing Sharp's face clearly, his originally numb eyes showed many emotions such as astonishment, confusion, surprise, etc., which was extremely exciting.
At the same time, in the excitement, after opening his mouth, the sentence "Brother Fengrui" was about to be shouted out.
Fortunately, Fengrui had already anticipated the current situation before taking action and covered the old man's mouth in time.
He did not forget to speak, and he quickly warned:
"Don't scream, otherwise everything the Tatars find will be ruined; listen, I sneaked in to save you, but you need to wait patiently and look for opportunities.
Do you understand? If so, nod immediately."
Old man Jiang finally reacted and nodded quickly.
Only then did Fengrui let go of the hand covering his mouth and asked: "Is there a way to slow down the Tatars' march?"
The reason why I ask this is based on the current marching speed of the Tatars and the descriptions given by the hunters.
Hu Biao and the others could basically deduce based on the map drawn by AT, a young boy, that the Tatars could just camp in a flat river bend before dark, in such a terrain environment.
The problem is that such a terrain is not convenient for their night raid activities at all.
However, if they find a way to delay the Tatars' march, they will have to camp in a mountainous area for more than two hours.
After all, with the current situation in their team, they do not have the ability to travel overnight.
Such a situation of camping in the mountainous area is undoubtedly very convenient for Hu Biao and others to do some work at night.
After hearing such a statement, Old Man Jiang seemed to come to life in a very short time. After thinking for a while, he gave the answer:
"No problem. There are too many things in the Tatar convoy and it's too heavy. Those big cars will get stuck easily, so they usually ask us to push them out.
At that time, I will find an opportunity to play with the wheels. As long as I damage a few more carts, I can delay them for at least an hour.
But I’m thinking that when one person is too busy, can I notify more people to work together?”
"Of course you can, but you must choose someone you can trust." After Fengrui heard this request, he immediately agreed...
*****
Just like that, Old Man Jiang, who was fully alive, began to walk around in the crowd with his back bent.
After seeing some familiar and well-informed people, he immediately secretly told these people the news that 'Brother Hu Biao' had sent people to sneak in.
Let them find an opportunity and destroy several Tatar carts.
Of course, we have not forgotten that these people should control their expressions and not leak the news.
As a result, acquaintances passed on acquaintances, and within a short time, almost all the people who had been captured for the past nine hundred years knew that the general "Brother Fengrui" under "Brother Hu Biao" had sneaked in.
And everyone must listen to the instructions of 'Brother Fengrui', the critical moment is the requirement to take action.
For a time, even though everyone tried their best to suppress it, there was something called vitality and hope among all the captured people.
Fortunately, this kind of thing is invisible and colorless, and some of the Tatars who were guarding it clearly felt that something was wrong.
But after taking a closer look, I didn't find anything different, so I had to leave it at that.
In the following time, just as old man Jiang had said, when the Tatar convoy passed through a bad road, the wheels of many large carts were deeply sunk in the soil because they were filled with too much grain.
No matter how hard the Tatars who drove the cart beat the mules and horses that were pulling them, it still had no effect at all.
Upon seeing this, a Tatar who could speak Chinese came over on horseback, cursed and called a group of people to help them push the cart out.
Old man Jiang and other common people who had been secretly greeted a long time ago quickly mingled among these people and swarmed towards the carts.
Then, with their efforts, they succeeded in breaking the wheel of one of the carts.
Suddenly, the entire convoy was blocked on the not very spacious dirt road.
In the midst of the Tatars' beatings and scoldings, these people, who looked frightened, urgently repaired the cart in about twenty minutes and allowed the team to move forward again.
The Tatars, who had just relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, had no idea at all.
In today's fleet, there are still several large vehicles that have been secretly tampered with.
Either it's on the axle, or on the wheel, or somewhere else. In short, it doesn't seem to have any problems now, but as the team continues to advance, problems will soon appear one by one.
No! After seven or eight minutes at most.
When a large car passed through a big pothole, the body of the car jolted violently, and the axle broke into two pieces with a "click" sound, blocking the not-so-wide dirt road again.
Under such a situation, it seems that I have to work hard again.
Suddenly, the Tatar team, which had walked more than half a mile, had to stop again.
Under the dizzy shouts of the Tatar guards and the chaotic scene of a crowd of people unloading food and repairing axles.
Taking advantage of such a sharp edge, I quickly bit my finger and wrote "OK" on a piece of paper.
He stuffed it into a small bag hanging on the paw of a homing pigeon he had just taken out from his crotch.
The news that Jean, representing the Tatar side, would be camping in the predetermined area tonight, was passed back to Suifengdun's home base.
When he saw the pigeon flying higher and higher smoothly until it was completely gone, Fengrui breathed a sigh of relief.
His part of the plan has been done now, so the rest depends on Hu Biao's death and the efforts of other partners...
