Chapter 1982

Under the scorching sun, the three rode slowly forward.

No, it's ten horses, but there are only three people.

Half a month ago, they had more than 20 horses.

They travel day and night.

They were silent.

Zhao Chun's face is full of holes. Even if the weather is still hot, the long-time running makes his face lose water.

Chen Hui has lost his interest in talking. It's time for dinner. He touched a piece of dried meat and nibbled it numbly.

Shut up and drink tea. The tea was boiled last night. It was very bitter.

They have to drink. Without tea, they can only eat grass roots.

Drinking, shut up Sheng, suddenly turned his ear and said, "Sir, there seems to be something moving."

Zhao Chun had no appetite. He tilted his head and shook his head and said, "no, that's the wind."

The wind swept by my ears, miscellaneous and disorderly.

Zhao Chun touched the burden he had been carrying and whispered, "brother Wang Shi, we're going to Daming."

"My Lord, Miao Xi... Are you still alive?"

Guan Qisheng asked nervously. There was no feeling in his mouth. It was all bitter.

In this difficult escape, bitter tea is their comrades in arms. In an emergency, they even chew tea to refresh themselves.

"Maybe..."

Zhao Chun comforted, but they all knew that since Miao Xi screamed for warning and ran back to the city, it must be holding the belief of death.

Chen Hui subconsciously said: "Miao Xi won't. He said before that even if he was captured, he wouldn't say anything, otherwise his family couldn't lift their heads, and there was no pension."

A silence, Zhao Chun suddenly shouted: "speed up!"

All the pain and suffering dissipated in the wind.

They have been able to change riding on horseback skillfully, and are used to spending a day on horseback, including night.

This time we went on until night.

"Take a break."

The three dismounted and began to feed the horse.

After feeding the horses, they sat on the grass and ate dry food silently.

"Look for water tomorrow."

Zhao Chun shook the water bag. There was not much water left in it.

Guan Qisheng lay on the grass with a soft touch on his back, like a big bed at home, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The galaxy is bright, the stars twinkle, and the world and heaven look as if they are far away.

It's cold.

Guan Qisheng thinks it must be cold over the Xinghe river.

Are you cold?

He remembered Miao Xi's smile before entering the city.

You must know you can't come back?

You will kill the enemy and die with a smile.

You will make Daming famous in Samarkand

Tears slipped from Guan Qisheng's eyes and flowed from the corners of his eyes to his ears.

The stars twinkled all over the sky, like Miao Xi's smile in the blurred line of sight.

I will take care of your family as my family.

I will tell others your story, your bravery.

"Get up!"

Zhao Chun suddenly drank low, shut up, subconsciously got up, and then got on the horse for the first time.

"Go!"

The horse team went away. Later, a team of dozens of cavalry stopped at their resting place.

A cavalry dismounted, searched carefully for a while, then straightened up and said, "there is horse dung and the smell of human urine."

"Chase!"

The horseshoe bursts and soon goes away.

Half an hour later, a sharp voice echoed on the grassland.

"They're ahead!"

The chase began.

Arrows are flying in the air. From time to time, there are war horses in front of them. Then they hiss and start running around.

Gradually, the war horses behind were swept away. Under the starry sky, the three embarrassed figures in front had nowhere to hide.

The chase war became white hot. The three people in front no longer cherished horsepower and whipped the war horse desperately, with a sudden speed.

The following pursuers are also one person and three horses. Stimulated by the reward, they also destroy the war horses and follow closely.

"My Lord, I'm willing to stop the enemy."

Chen Hui has drawn a long knife, and he is even ready to die for his country.

"Go on, the front is bitter first. Hold on, we can get rid of them."

Five people came out, and now there are two less. Zhao Chun doesn't want to lose any robes.

Yes, after the baptism of Haley's strong wind, he thinks he and his subordinates are soldiers, not the vicious and mysterious stall head and fan Zi in the East Hall in the eyes of outsiders.

When a touch of purple appeared in the sky, the sound of horse hoofs behind him was getting closer and closer.

Zhao Chun held the handle of the knife and was ready to untie the burden.

That's Wang Shi's ashes.

He took off the burden and urged Ma to go parallel with Chen Hui when he was ready to hand the burden to Chen Hui

Chen Hui suddenly reined in the war horse, the galloping war horse hissed, and then slowed down.

"Chen Hui!"

Zhao Chun turned back on his horse and watched Chen Hui smile at himself.

His beard was knotted and his face was chapped. He grinned calmly.

"My Lord, I'll go first! Tell my father-in-law that I died in the war!"

Chen Hui gradually accelerated, the two sides ran counter to each other, and the distance was soon pulled away.

Chen Hui's back is so lonely in the morning

Since arriving in Samarkand, Zhao Chun has not shed tears.

Whether it was Wang Shi's tragic death or Miao Xi's heroism, he didn't cry.

But now he could no longer hold back his tears, so he burst into tears.

"Daming wins!"

Just a person, just a ride, just a knife.

But the hoarse roar did not turn back, just like thousands of people launching a counterattack against the enemy.

Chen Hui was immediately submerged in the pursuit. He roared and fought.

His scalp had lost a piece, and the blood slipped from his head and gradually pasted his face. The blood was red, like it came from hell.

Poof!

He and the pursuers went against each other. Under the opposition, Chen Hui rushed out of the enemy group in an instant.

He didn't take the opportunity to escape. He lost his left arm, which was the limb he lost just now.

He clumsily controlled the horse to turn around and catch up.

The pursuer was stopped by him. The speed had slowed down. The officer with the team looked back, his lips trembled and scolded, "kill him!"

It's a great shame to be rushed into the array by one person and disrupt their speed.

"My Lord!"

At this time, there was a cry in front. The officer looked back and saw more than ten horses coming in front.

"My Lord, it's Ming!"

The more than ten riders probably just found this side, so the speed was raised.

More than ten riders, are you here to die?

The officer changed his mind and shouted, "kill them all, you'd better kill them all!"

"My Lord, it's our people!"

It also belongs to yilibaoli. Zhao Chun doesn't know why there are Ming people.

But he was secretly scolding.

Is it crazy that more than ten people dare to come to more than fifty people?

It's good to delay the night attack!

Zhao Chun was in despair. He was in despair, but suddenly this bubble of hope appeared.

The more than ten riders gradually started to speed up. As the distance became closer, Zhao Chun saw that they were holding a lighted fire fold in their hands. Only then did he know why these people were so slow just now.

Fire fold

Zhao Chun opened his mouth and let the wind blow in.

He wants to cry!

He shouted, "Chen Hui, come back..."

More than ten people were dressed in Daming costumes, and the leading man shouted, "where are you from?"

At this time, Zhao Chun even had to ask the origin. Zhao Chun felt something was wrong, but now he had no choice but to shout, "Zhao Chun at the stall head of the east hall!"

"Ha ha ha!"

The big man laughed wildly and shouted, "Feng Ji, a hundred families of royal guards, please step back and watch my royal guards kill the enemy!"

People from the royal guards rushed over. Zhao Chun turned his horse and said, "let's meet Chen Hui."

Chen Hui is now surrounded.

Three pursuers had surrounded him, one fell on the ground, and Chen Hui's price was a knife in his chest.

The knife slashed off obliquely and almost opened Chen Hui's belly.

He lost his left hand and his right hand could not swing a knife, otherwise he would lose his balance.

Dang!

He only had time to block a knife.

The long knife flashed, and Chen Hui waited desperately for death to come.

"Grenade!"

At the moment, a loud drink came from the front. Chen Hui was moved by the familiar Daming words, and then the knife came to him.

The head flew up and saw more than ten black spots flying in the air.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The unexpected explosion caused heavy losses to the pursuers, and then Feng Ji rushed in first.

"Daming wins!"