Since Wang Wu and Zhang Fan informed each other of the traps ahead through scolding, Han Qing would certainly not fall into the trap again.
After thanking the two in the direction they left, he immediately got into the woods, found his mount, and pulled the reins straight to the north.
The benefits of not doing business and hunting around were fully realized at this moment.
Not only did his sense of direction become extremely strong, he also had a certain impression of the roads around him in his memory. Therefore, he quickly crossed the woods, changed to another road, and headed in the opposite direction to Wang Wu and others.
Rush.
It wasn't until the sun climbed up the mountain again that I found another abandoned cave and went in to eat and rest.
For the next two days, Han Qing walked at night, slept during the day, and tried to avoid densely populated villages.
Even if he needed to replenish dry food and fine materials for his mounts, he would try his best to trade in small villages with a population of less than twenty households, and try his best to avoid encountering the minions sent by Magistrate Zhang to hunt him down.
During this period, a village talker obviously had the idea of riding a horse on his crotch. However, when he saw the Tang Dao slung around Han Qing's waist and the spear hanging under the saddle of the spare war horse, he decided to give up.
The Song Dynasty did not prohibit people from using simple knives for self-defense, but the Tang knives and guns used for combat were definitely not available to ordinary people.
Anyone who dares to openly cross the state and county with a Tang sword and a spear is either an official or a bandit.
No matter whether Han Qing's identity is the former or the latter, if ordinary people dare to seek money or death from him, once the news leaks out, it will bring disaster to the entire village!
After traveling in this meandering way, by midnight on the fourth day, Han Qing had already turned back from the junction of Ding'an County and Pizhou in the south to Ziwu Mountain in the northwest of Ding'an County.
Although he took countless detours and traveled an unnecessary length of two to three hundred miles, he successfully avoided all pursuits.
Seeing that the terrain under his feet was getting higher and higher, and the mountain road was getting more and more rugged, Han Qing knew that he was already in sight of victory.
As long as he successfully passed through the mountainous area in front of him, he would enter the boundary of Fangzhou.
No matter how courageous the county magistrate Zhang Wei was, he would not dare to publicly issue a wanted list for him. It was even less possible for him to persuade the county magistrate of Fangzhou so quickly to provide convenience for Ding'an.
Thinking that he was about to escape the danger safely, Han Qing felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart. However, after a moment of relief, he turned around and looked back, feeling lost.
In two lifetimes combined, he became an official once.
As a result, after only six months of working, he became a lost dog.
Now that the iron rice bowl is lost and Bianliang cannot return, what should I do next?
"Stop the horseman opposite! You are on your way with your weapons in the middle of the night, but do you have the official documents with you?" Before he could think clearly, what skills did he have in his previous life that could make him money in the Song Dynasty?
On the dark mountain road ahead, a row of figures suddenly flashed out.
There was a person in the center dressed as an archer. While asking questions, he led his brothers to approach him. In the blink of an eye, the team had formed a pocket shape.
"Of course there is public property! Just wait a moment!" Han Qing's heart was filled with alarm, but she pretended to be calm and smiled as she touched her hand to the gauze belt around her waist.
The so-called public property refers to the road guide in the Song Dynasty. After all, Han Qing has been inspecting it for half a year, and Han Qing knows the function of this thing very clearly.
Before escaping for his life, he specially issued an official certificate for himself and stamped it with the official seal of Jinniuzhai inspection.
However, he had no intention of taking out the official document with the made-up name on it for the other party to verify.
It’s not that he’s afraid of being discovered. Issuing official documents is originally the business scope of the inspection office. Unless he knows his name, no one can determine that the official documents issued by him are invalid.
But the posture put up by the other party was definitely not for checking official documents.
As most of his colleagues, Han Qing knew at a glance what the other party's true intention was!
Therefore, while taking his right hand out of his trousers, he quietly stepped on the stirrup with his foot. Seeing that the opponent's pocket formation was about to close, he suddenly raised his right hand forward!
"Crash!" The bright white broken silver and the bright yellow copper coins hit the archer on the opposite side like hailstones all over his head and face.
"Ah——" The archer was caught off guard and screamed miserably, his head bruised and bleeding.
The country warriors who were following the archer all had their eyes wide open and were at a loss for the moment.
Unlike the martial arts novels Han Qing had read in his previous life, the heroes of the Song Dynasty often spent dozens of taels of silver. In the real world of the Song Dynasty, silver was not a currency at all.
Even if it is scraps of silver, it will only be used to pay taxes, or the government will use it to cover its positions. The value is absolutely excellent.
To work as a village warrior, one month's salary and extra income combined, converted into silver, are not even enough for five cents.
But now, there are large and small pieces of broken silver falling everywhere!
"Pick it up, whoever picks it up gets it, don't block the road!" Just as the village heroes were "smashed" with pieces of silver and copper coins, Han Qing shouted at the top of his voice. At the same time, his left hand shook the reins violently,
His legs clamped tightly around the horse's belly.
The mount under his crotch couldn't bear the pain. It roared, opened its four hooves, and slammed forward. In an instant, it passed by the archer whose face was covered with blood.
The reins of another horse were tied to Han Qing's saddle. It was also pulled to open its four hooves and run wildly. All the village heroes who could not dodge were knocked into rolling gourds.
"Shoot an arrow, shoot him. Shoot his horse!" When the injured archer finally reacted correctly, he started shouting at the top of his lungs. Han Qing, with his horse and man, had already reached twenty steps.
outside.
Even if the local heroes were not knocked to the ground, they had no intention of bending their bows and aiming. Each one of them moved their feet quickly and tried to hide the broken silver and copper coins that had fallen on the mountain road under the soles of their shoes.
"Idiot, catch him, all the money he has on him belongs to us. There is another bonus for my boss!" The archer was furious, with his face covered in blood, he used the back of his knife to swipe at the village heroes.
The heroes of the village suddenly realized it and hurriedly bent their bows and drew arrows, but there was still no time.
The effective range of ordinary military-standard horn bows is only seventy or eighty paces.
The horn bows in the hands of the local warriors are less than one stone in strength, and their effective range is even shorter.
Although the arrow was aimed at Han Qing's back, it was blown by the mountain wind halfway and either shot crookedly into the grass, or it only flew about thirty steps before falling softly to the ground.
"Trash, you are all trash! Wait and see how I deal with you when we get back!" The archer with blood on his face was furious, pulled his mount, jumped up, and chased Han Qing in the direction he left.
Reluctant to give up.
"Be careful, Liu Tou, the thief has a knife in his hand!"
"Liu Tou, wait for me, let's all come together!"
"Liu Tou, you must be careful..."
The heroes of the village bent down to pick up the silver and copper coins, and shouted loudly. There was concern in their voices, but no one was willing to slow down the movements of their hands.
Although the archer surnamed Liu was extremely loyal to his superiors, he was not so loyal as to disregard his own life. He gritted his teeth and chased two or three miles away. Suddenly he realized that he was alone, and immediately he quietly tightened the reins of his mount.
When his village heroes finally followed up with shouts, Han Qing had already disappeared. Only the sound of horse hooves was left, still in the night wind: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
"Yes", it kept ringing.
"Yes, yes, yes..." The sound of horse hooves penetrated the night and echoed repeatedly among the hills.
When running for your life, you don't care about cherishing your mount.
After climbing two mountains in one breath, Han Qing suppressed the panic in his heart and slowed down his mount.
I turned around and looked back, but I couldn't see anyone anymore.
Looking left and right, I saw jagged rocks and strange trees all around.
When he raised his head and tried to identify the direction, he found that the dark clouds above his head had already covered the Big Dipper.
‘It’s broken, you’re lost?’ Han Qing trembled in her heart, and Han Qing once again wanted to cry without tears.
I was too preoccupied with escaping to identify the road and direction. As a result, I followed the mountain road and ended up in the desolate land at my feet.
At this moment, he has no village in front of him, no store behind him, and no obvious reference points to his left or right. He does not have a standard map of the 21st century at hand. God knows where he is!
"Aww--aww--" In the woods, a faint howl of wolves could be heard. In the grass, there seemed to be green will-o'-wisps flickering.
The night wind blew gusts, sending chills down one's spine.
The horse beneath his crotch was digging its hooves uneasily into the ground, as if he would be thrown off the horse at any moment and flee for his life alone.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, let's find a place to eat right now!" Han Qing suppressed the panic in his heart and reached out to gently pat the mount's neck.
We can no longer wander around randomly. If we continue walking, we will end up feeding the wolves, both humans and horses.
Since the pursuers have not followed, find a place to hide first. After the dark clouds dissipate, it is not too late to identify the direction before walking.
Otherwise, if we accidentally turn around and head west, wouldn’t we be blocked by the pursuers?!
After all, his service as a soldier in his previous life was not in vain. No matter how panicked and confused he was, Han Qing did not lose his reason. Soon, he weighed the pros and cons and began to look for a nearby shelter.
Autumn has just begun, and the night wind is not yet bitingly cold.
In fact, you can choose any place that takes shelter from the wind, including caves, woods, behind cliffs, and under rocks.
However, for the sake of safety, Han Qing still tried his best to stay away from mountain roads and water sources, and found a slope that might be facing south.
There are several very strange and huge stones on the slope. Each one is more than four feet high and half a foot wide. In the dark, it looks like several huge door panels.
The "door panel" can be used not only to block the wind, but also to block the fire. Han Qing was very satisfied with it, pulled the reins of his mount, and walked over quickly.
He originally thought that the one behind the widest "door panel" would be a good choice. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled the horse around the door panel, several rickety buildings suddenly appeared in front of him.
It is a ruined temple, and I don’t know when it was built.
There is no longer any incense for worship, and no monks or Taoists live there.
The stone blocks like door panels that Han Qing saw earlier were actually broken temple walls.
"Excuse me, excuse me! I'm Han Qing, I'm panicking. I'll stay here for one night, and when the clouds clear, I'll get out immediately, and I won't stay away!" Han Qing was surprised and happy in her heart, while leading her horse towards the ruined temple.
Walking behind the main hall, you cup your hands in all directions.
He was originally a materialist, but all the weird things that happened to him after time travel made him have to believe that there really are ghosts and gods in this world.
Therefore, even if it was an uninhabited ruined temple, he would still say hello when he stayed in it, in order to be polite so that others would not blame him.
No one responded to his words. In front of the temple and behind the temple, knee-high grass was blown by the night wind like waves.
Behind the main hall of the ruined temple, there are two rows of side rooms on the left and right. The roof has long since collapsed and the walls are rickety. However, it is perfect for being temporarily used as a livestock shed.
Han Qing did not dare to treat the animals badly, so he first tied the two horses to posts. Then he began to feed the horses black beans and water.
After the horse had eaten the black beans, he went outside again, cut two bundles of grass with a Tang knife, and placed them next to the pillar. Then, he could only care about himself. He walked in carrying dry food, a long gun and a soft sash.
Enter the main hall of the ruined temple.
The windows in the main hall no longer have window edges. Most of the window frames were removed and burned by someone unknown, and now only two square black holes remain.
The night wind blew in from the black hole, blowing the dead branches and leaves all over the ground, and the flowers rustling. And among the layers of leaves, there stood a clay statue.
Tall, mighty, and murderous.
Han Qing ran around for half the night. He didn't even touch his teeth with water and rice, and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. When he saw the dry branches and leaves on the ground, he felt very happy.
He quickly bowed towards the statue, then used his hands and feet to quickly pull up a pile of branches and leaves. Then, he cleared enough space around it.
When everything was ready, he took out two pieces of gravel from his arms, brought them close to the pile of leaves, and clashed them vigorously.
"Pah, pah, pah..." Sparks flew and quickly ignited the leaves.
The flames danced, illuminating the main hall of the ruined temple and the clay statues.
He is a former general.
Xuan Helmet, Xuan Armor, standing tall.
He is holding a book in his left hand, and a black spear in his right hand!
