Everyone walked carefully towards the entrance of the camp. Soon, thanks to Yuwen Jianxue's amazing eyesight, they saw drops of blood sprinkled on the ground from a few feet away.
She called everyone to move towards that direction, and saw that the eastbound road was covered with blood - this was obviously the blood of Jinyang people who had been bullied by the Turkic thieves during the day.
Yuwen Jianxue looked distressed and couldn't help but clenched the hilt of the sword.
Everyone walked along the path, and after about a few feet, they heard faint moaning coming from a certain barracks.
Yu Wen Jianxue couldn't wait for everyone to go with him, so he greeted Liu Wenjing and Wu Ma, and relied on his own skills to sneak into the side of the barracks in a few flashes. He saw two Turkic soldiers standing at the door, cursing.
Even then, the sound of whipping could be heard from inside the camp, and the tone seemed to indicate that the Han prisoners were dissatisfied with howling like ghosts and wolves for not allowing the Turkic soldiers to have a good rest.
Yu Wen Jianxue was furious and rushed to the top of his head. Immediately, he stamped his feet and flashed to the door of the barracks. He swung out two swords and told the two soldiers at the door to wipe their necks without saying a word. Blood flowed horizontally and they lay on their backs on the ground.
This was because they were worried about exposing the whereabouts of the team in order to achieve a quick decision. Otherwise, according to Yuwen Jianxue's usual temperament, he would have cut off all the hands and feet of these Turks and tortured them.
There was no time to clean up the corpses, so she rushed into the barracks and rushed towards the Turks who were whipping and violent.
The Turks seemed to hear the sound of someone falling to the ground at the door, and when they turned around, they saw a very beautiful Han woman rushing into the barracks.
He was happy at first and then surprised, because the woman's movement was so fast that he had no time to resist her. She hurriedly swung the whip and rolled backwards.
Yuwen Jianxue's sword sharply turned and sliced off the head of the whip. Then he took a step forward and struck out with a sword that was meant to cut the man's head in half.
The Turks were so frightened that their legs and feet became weak. They quickly reached out and grabbed a wounded Han woman from the side and pushed her forward to save her own life.
Yuwen Jianxue's sword was so fast that it almost hit the woman, but he pulled it back just as the blade was about to touch.
"pretty girl,"
The Turks turned from fear to joy, drew out their sabers, put them on the women's necks, and said in blunt Chinese:
"You... put down the sword, and she... I will spare her life - I will do what I say."
The woman raised her neck and looked in pain.
Yuwen Jianxue's heart was broken, and he acted recklessly and found himself in a dilemma.
Just as he was hesitating and thinking about a way to break the situation, the Turks suddenly shouted:
"quick!"
As he spoke, the short knife in his hand left a scratch on the woman's neck, and blood immediately poured out.
On the contrary, the woman relaxed her brows and remained silent.
Yuwen Jianxue thought for a moment and threw the sword on the ground.
At this moment, the woman suddenly reached out and grabbed the Turkic man's short knife.
The Turkic man was startled and was about to draw his sword when he saw the woman's neck moved forward, the blade cut her throat, blood spurted out, and she fell to the ground with a smile.
Yuwen Jianxue felt a pain in her heart, and she didn't dare to delay any longer, so she kicked the sword out with a flying kick.
The blade of the sword retracted forward like lightning, piercing the Turk's throat. The man and the sword flew backward together, and were nailed to the tent wall cloth like a work of art. He immediately lowered his head.
In just a short moment, several lives were lost, especially the scene of the woman sacrificing her life to hit the blade was so shocking that Yuwen Jianxue felt an unknown feeling in her heart. She only regretted that she was too reckless. If she had waited for the master to dance with the horse,
If we take action, I think the woman will be able to save her life.
But now it was too late to say anything. She unconsciously walked to the woman's body and closed her eyes, feeling somewhat comforted in her heart.
I secretly thought that all the women in Jinyang have such spirit. Compared with the despicable Turks, they are far superior. As long as the faint emperor Yang Guang is removed, what difficulty will there be in the unification and prosperity of Han Dynasty?
This is a critical moment and I can't afford to think too much.
Yuwen Jianxue regained his concentration and looked around. He saw a small tent with a messy floor and some Han Chinese people wearing handcuffs and anklets lying in a bloody mess. There were about dozens of them.
"Fellow folks," Yuwen Jianxue said, "I'm here to save you - are all the arrested people in Jinyang here?"
"They are all here -" an old man replied: "Yesterday there were two camps. Today some were killed by the barbarians, so the camps have been merged."
"Don't be anxious, everyone," Yuwen Jianxue was about to shed tears as he listened, "Tang Gong has sent troops to infiltrate here. When the time comes, we will take action. All you have to do is follow our command."
After saying that, he appeased everyone, gave some brief instructions and walked out.
Just as Liu Wenjing was walking towards the tent, she heard him say:
"What have you been doing for so long?"
"There is a Turk who is evil," Yuwen Jianxue blushed, "He died unjustly."
Liu Wenjing poked her head into the tent and saw a group of scarred prisoners looking at her. She quickly drew back her neck and asked, "Are they all here?"
Yuwen Jianxue nodded, looked up at the sky, and saw that the cloud had floated in front of the moon, and seemed to be just a finger away from touching it.
Fortunately, the clouds were not moving as fast as before, otherwise the moon would be covered in an instant and the three hundred people would be exposed immediately.
Liu Wenjing stayed at the camp entrance to comfort the people of Jinyang.
Yuwen Jianxue slipped back into his cassock and briefly told the dancing horse about the situation inside the camp.
"Now that the prisoner has been found, there is no need to waste time."
The dancing horse looked at the dark clouds above the head and the close moon, and murmured: "The moon can't wait any longer, and Erlang of the Tang family must not be able to wait anymore either."
Just as he was about to order the ten team leaders to prepare fire materials and lead their troops to disperse, they saw a group of patrols coming towards this end from a distance.
Wu Ma planned to sneak away alone to lure this group away, but Yuwen Jianxue volunteered, "Do you look weak and weak like a warrior?"
After saying that, he immediately jumped out of the cassock and turned into a flying silhouette. He followed the darkness in the surrounding tents and came close to the patrol several times. He deliberately showed his shadow for a moment and asked the patrol leader to point his finger and chase.
past.
At this time, dark clouds hung over the moon, and the dancing horse commanded in a deep voice: "Set fire - count as many as you can burn."
When killing people and setting fires, the soldiers no longer needed the cover of the moon and the "dark side of the cassock".
With the grief and indignation of watching Turkic dogs whipping the people of Jinyang on the city tower during the day, and with the hatred of looking at the bonfire in the distance at night, the three hundred soldiers went up with flint, stone, oil and burning eyebrows.