The three-hundred palace camp galloped north, with the baggage in the middle. Behind the palace, beside Chang Yu's horse road, he looked back at the closed door for a long time, and suddenly felt a chill on his forehead.
It's snowing!
Li Tiezhu, Wu Zhong and others who were accompanying him couldn't help but expressed surprise.
White powder flew in the air between the sky and the earth, and the little eunuch paused boldly and started walking!
The horse galloped wildly, the cold wind whistled in his ears, and the snow foam hit his face, but it was hard to resist the heroic spirit in his chest at this time. Wuzhong beat the horse and reluctantly followed. Li Tiezhu led more than ten servants to act arrogantly, howling and screaming.
There were hares and pheasants in the mountains occasionally. Chang Yu set up his bow and let go of arrows. He had a small mastery of archery. Although his hand injury had not healed, he hunted some small game without being affected.
"Wuzhong, can you shoot arrows?" The little eunuch had gained a lot and showed off his expression.
"Business" Wuzhong is an honest man. Although he is strong and can shoot a bow, his arrows go astray.
The group of people let their horses run wildly, sometimes hunting in the mountains, and unknowingly stayed at the rear of the group and traveled for more than ten miles.
There was a river flowing into the sea ahead, and the water was frozen. Chang Yu pointed his horse from the bank to the other end of the mountain: "A few miles up is the Great Wall on the Water, which is known as One Stone. Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng almost fought there."
Li Tiezhu and Wuzhong frowned. When did Li Zicheng come here? What does it mean that he almost fought with Wu Sangui?
The little eunuch smiled and said nothing, and chased the cavalry across the river.
The mountains to the left and the sea to the right are all vast and desolate. Compared with the scene outside the Great Wall, Chang Yu rode dozens of horses at a short distance and followed the brigade to enjoy the scenery outside the Great Wall.
There were obviously many fewer villages in the places we passed than in the pass. They were scattered and withered. Perhaps because troops often passed by, the villagers were used to it and didn't panic much.
There was a shop in front, and along the road at the end of the village, there was a thatched house with airtight surroundings. There was a sign with the word "rest" on it like an earthworm.
Chang Yu was curious, in a bitter cold place, during wars, there were few merchants coming and going. How could he make a living by running a rest house, and whether he could make money.
"Master Jun, let's take a rest. We have tea, wine and meat. It's so cheap!" A rough man at the door of the store greeted with a smile.
In front of the little eunuch's horse shop, the waiter looked at the dozens of men with swords in front of him and smiled even more humbly: "Master, please."
It was not yet noon, and Chang Yu was not hungry, but his mouth felt dry after running all the way, so he jumped off his horse and entered the store. At first glance, there were quite a lot of people there.
There were three or five tables filled with people, all of whom were rough men. The people carrying baskets and bags seemed to be passing by for a rest. When they saw people with knives coming in, these people seemed a little flustered and consciously gave up a table.
"Here comes a pot of tea." Chang Yu sat down and began to look at the hay shed, Wuzhong stood sideways with a knife in his hand, and Li Tiezhu led more than ten servants at the door of the shop.
After giving Wu Zhong a look, Master Wu sat down obediently.
The waiter brought a pot of tea: "Master Jun, would you like something else?"
Chang Yu shook his head and threw the broken silver in. The man thanked him profusely.
The tea was naturally not good tea, as Chang Yu could tell just by smelling it, but it was enough to quench his thirst. After pouring a bowl and about to drink it, Wu Zhong stretched out his hand to grab it and opened his mouth to drink.
Chang Yu was furious. This kid was getting more and more disrespectful and he had to teach him a lesson.
Unexpectedly, before he could take action, Wuzhong struck first. He lifted the table and chopped down the guy with a knife.
Chang Yu was stunned. It wasn't until the customers in the store rushed towards them with their knives drawn that he realized what they were doing...
The embroidered spring knife was unsheathed, he picked up a thief, rolled out of the door on the spot, and without opening a word, Li Tiezhu led his servants to kill him.
There was a sudden killing sound in the shed, and before half a cup of tea was available, Wuzhong walked out first with a knife, blood dripping from the tip of the knife, and murderous intent leaking from his body.
Seven dead, four captured! Li Tiezhu pulled out a howling man and came to Chang Yu.
"Who instigated it?" Chang Yu said expressionlessly.
"Master Jun, I don't have eyesight, please spare my life!"
Chang Yu sneered and said nothing, and the iron pillar was stabbed down, blood spattering five steps away.
Pressed again, peed, and chopped.
Another one, crazy, chopped.
The last one gritted his teeth, spit out a mouthful of blood and chopped Chang Yu.
"Report to the governor, we have inquired in the village. They are a group of bandits in Matigou in the mountains. This is one of their bases. They often plot against merchants coming and going here." A servant came to report in a hurry.
Chang Yu sneered, he was not just a merchant, he even dared to rob the army? Or maybe these people actually knew his identity and were targeting him.
There are many thieves outside the pass who are most likely to be defeated and fall into the grass. They rob families and commit all kinds of crimes. However, they rarely have direct conflicts with the army. Perhaps it is because of their background. The army rarely takes the initiative to suppress the bandits.
Most of these thieves are from the border army. Whether they fight alone or jointly, they are so tyrannical that ordinary servants and guards are no match for them. If the dozen or so people in front of them were not in charge of the great master Wuzhong, the dozen or so servants led by Li Tiezhu would
It is not easy to kill them all so quickly. Even if these servants are all the original servants of Jiang Yu, their strength is considered superior.
Is it accidental or inevitable? If it is inevitable, who wants to kill him? First the unpredictable killer, and then this group of bandits. Who is the instigator behind it, the big guys in the capital?
If those big guys can find a master like Wuzhong, then the ghosts can naturally be controlled, but their tentacles can reach the den of thieves outside the customs?
Or...Chang Yu looked towards the north, with snowflakes dancing in his eyes charmingly.
"How did you know there was medicine in the tea?" Learning from the past, Chang Yu did not dare to be careless as he traveled further north, and ordered the Gongzi camp to be cautious when marching. He couldn't help but asked Wuzhong out of curiosity.
"The governor lives deep in the palace and does not know the dangers of the world."
"Then how did you see through their identities?" Chang Yu asked again.
"I have been humbled," Wu Zhong said silently for a while. The young eunuch became interested and asked again, but Master Wu kept silent.
I glanced at an ancient temple on the side of the road. There were three simple characters on the plaque: Ciyun Temple.
To the north of Ciyun Temple is the mountain, more than a hundred miles away from Ningyuan City, the last fortress outside Daming Pass.
Walking in the wind and snow mountains, surrounded by Xiaoxiao, the Gongziying flag stretches out in the wind, making the sound of hunting.
Two hundred miles outside the pass, on the side of Yanshan Mountain and next to the Bohai Sea, a small city stands. The name of the city is Ningyuan. The Qing army was defeated here many times and the Communists suffered a lot here. But now it is the only fortress left outside the pass of the Ming Dynasty. Liaodong has long been
In name only.
Even Li Yutian, the last governor of Liaodong, applied to return to Beijing for promotion and became the censor of the right capital, perhaps because of the situation. Only Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, was left to garrison here to guard the last threshold outside the Ming Dynasty.
The city of Ningyuan has turned white, and the black mountains in the distance are like monsters, glaring at them, looming over the city. On the city, there is a man with a beautiful face and no beard. He is extremely handsome, wearing a helmet and armor. He looks at the snowflakes in his palm. He looks up to the north with a solemn face and looks again.
He looked south and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Human slaughter has entered the pass. If it is too late, it will be Zishi, and if it is too slow, it will reach Ningyuan at dawn.
The capital is nearly a thousand miles away, and it takes three or four days to arrive quickly. It is really powerful, but this is a show of force.
The dog eunuch kills people like crazy. I heard he is so cruel.
Several generals around him murmured, with various dissatisfactions on their faces. The eunuchs were all useless. They couldn't fight for begging, they could only point fingers, they were greedy and wanted to take things to excess. It was not easy to get a supervisory army, and then
Get a warlord.
How could he be called Dongchang if he was not ruthless and cruel in killing people? This little eunuch has such a bad reputation and he is not a kind person. You should not conflict with him head-on.
Wu Sangui had no expression on his face, looking at the mountains in the distance with puzzled eyes.
It would be enough if he knew how important he was, otherwise he would probably kill him. It would be easy to find an excuse for this chaotic situation, and it would be regarded as eliminating harm for the people.
Ha, Wu Sangui sneered at the corner of his mouth but said nothing. (To be continued)