Shouldn't you run?

Why do you still keep up? What is the difference between a small fish automatically biting the hook?

Baitao turned to look at Zhao Zheng, and saw that the expression on his face was like a fully-charged bow.

When Zhao Zheng saw her big, watery eyes, he pursed his lips into a smile, and the pale and sharp face became warmer, "Taotao, let's go."

Baitao put her hand in his wounded palm, and Zhao Zheng held it tightly.

The two of them walked hand in hand, which made tracking more difficult, but Zhao Zheng was not afraid of danger. He was only afraid that Baitao would be standing behind him, and if he didn't pay attention, she would be lost.

The distance between huts and huts is very close.

There are some human-made footprints between the two huts, some of which are half a palm long. They may have been stepped by previous villagers, but the most obvious ones were left by the old man just now.

There were no traces of the cane in the snow.

Sure enough.

Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes and followed Baitao from the other side of the hut.

The old man in front no longer used a cane, nor did he walk with shaky steps. Instead, he walked as fast as he could in the snow, and soon he and Zhao Zheng and Baitao were far away from each other.

But it's good this way, at least the footsteps of Zhao Zheng and Baitao are not easy to detect in the wind.

The old man only wanted to go fast, not going in circles, nor basically walking straight forward.

When he reached a hut, the old man looked back, as if he was looking at some malicious follower. When he saw no one, he pushed the door open and went in.

At the same time, the wood door is tightly closed.

Baitao was still hugging Zhao Zheng's waist and hiding. Zhao Zheng touched her head and said, "Let's go, follow her."

This time he didn't hold her hand, but quickly ran to the hut in front of the hut.

There were three horses tied in the thatched hut. Horses were always scarce during military wars. It was already very difficult for this small village to have three horses left in the middle of winter, even though the three horses were skinny and lacked energy.

It's so good, I didn't react at all when I saw the visitor.

Zhao Zheng didn't know that this was caused by Baitao, a vixen, using fox skills behind the scenes.

The horse had been tied here for many days, and it was already sluggish. Now it was even more ingested and motionless. Even if it was slaughtered, it would have no reaction.

The dagger held by Zhao Zheng turned over.

He was bending down and cutting the reins from the hitching post.

Baitao followed up with short legs. She knew he was going to let the horses run away. For the barbarians on horseback, being without horses was like birds without wings.

What's more, in Qin's territory, there is no way to escape to the desert in the middle of winter. When the ice melts in spring, as long as Qin soldiers come to patrol, these barbarians will have no choice but to be killed.

She felt that if she stayed with Zhao Zheng for a long time, she could guess his thoughts.

Baitao wanted to flick his tail.

The barbarians in the thatched hut were chattering in their native language, just like sparrows. Listening to the sound, I heard four people, followed by cheers and claps on the table, and the sound of getting up again.

Footsteps are approaching.

Zhao Zheng only cut one strip. He seemed to have heard the movement in the house, so he did not cut any more. He picked up the white peach and got on the horse.

"Clang-"

The chai door was pushed open with great force, shook twice, and made an extremely shocking sound.

The leader of the old man was horrified when he saw Zhao Zheng appearing in front of the hut. He showed an expression that he wanted to eat Zhao Zheng alive, "That's him! Mr. Zheng of Qin! As long as he is allowed to return to the country, the king of Qin will definitely come to set fire to the border of Zhao."

In the flames of war, we cannot let him go back!"

The four blond and blue-eyed Hu people could not understand Zhao Guohua.

But they had seen Gong Zizheng, and they saw the young boy riding on the horse, like a bunch of dogs smelling meat, biting at him with fierce eyes.

They drew the scimitars from their waists.

In the flash of cold light, Zhao Zheng clamped his horse's belly and pointed his sleeves at them. They reacted very quickly and swung their scimitars left and right in an attempt to resist.

"drive!"

"Whoosh-whoosh-"

The sword and arrow had no intention of shooting them. With two muffled sounds that penetrated the flesh, the two skinny horses were attacked and fell to the ground.

The arrow was a short arrow, so the injury was not considered serious.

But this horse is not a good horse. It would be extremely difficult to survive in this cold village with a lack of food and grass.

The Hu people had no horses, so Zhao Zheng and Baitao lost them a long way in an instant.

The Hu men who followed behind were out of breath, with unwilling flames dancing in their eyes. One of the Hu men tore off the bone chain from his neck and threw it to the ground, "Damn it, he can go down to Jiuyou."

Bloody Hell, turned into dust!"

"Chief, the urgent matter now is that we should quickly find a way to return to the tribe."

....

Zhao Zheng led Baitao towards the southwest. If he had walked on foot, he would have to go all the way to the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse, but getting the horse greatly accelerated the process. The journey was not considered fast, but it was considered smooth.

Zhao Zheng didn't say much along the way, except to comfort Baitao in his arms.

He thinks when he is in danger, and even more so when there is no danger.

As for how Bai Tao saw it, he would sometimes rein in his horse and look at the mountains in the distance, surveying like an unripe eagle, making the fastest and most correct decision in a short period of time.

Baitao just followed him obediently and didn't think too much about anything else, nor did she look too much. She didn't want to guess what he was thinking. She had guessed wrong before in the Huren's thatched hut.

As you can imagine, Zhao Zhengxin is like a needle under the sea.

It’s hard to catch.

Zhao Zheng said: "Taotao, it may be dangerous to enter the city later."

Baitao sat on his chest, and the cold wind blew in her face, making her unable to open her eyes. She didn't really want to talk, she just nodded her head, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

You are right.

The border town of Qin State soon arrived.

A line of soldiers patrolling in armor stood on the border city, and the flag with the Chinese character "Qin" erected was still fluttering in the wind.

There are white characters on a black background, and a black bird pattern is drawn. The Qin State admires the virtue of water, and the clothes are all black. This is clearly different from the red of Zhao State, which advocates the virtue of fire.

Is it water that extinguishes fire, or fire that overcomes water?

Only by launching a war to destroy the country can we see the outcome.

It was bitterly cold at the border, and the faces of the Qin generals guarding the city were covered with wind and frost, and their portrait features were actually similar to those of the Zhao people. After all, Qin and Zhao had the same ancestry and the same origin, and they also had a very important common characteristic.

I just wish that the other party would die completely and not be an eyesore.

I don't know if it was because the war was about to start again, but the interrogation at the city gate was extremely strict. Baitao wiped his face dark, and followed Zhao Zheng, who was also dark, and slipped into a group of merchants, fishing in troubled waters.

Firstly, I came because I wanted to go into the city.

Secondly, we still don’t know that there are Hu people or Zhao people who are hiding.

The team in front moved very slowly. The Qin soldiers first had to check the goods and money, and then asked where they came from and where they were going. The last step was a body search.

"Walk!"

"Next."

Every time the soldiers in front said something, the team behind them pressed forward like a swarm.

Baitao felt fine. She was a small ball, and she was not afraid of being stepped on when she stayed in Zhao Zheng's arms. It was just because of Zhao Zheng's hard work that the little boy had grown taller, but his stature was still thin, and his shoulder blades could not move due to being squeezed.

"Boy, you have good strength."

Suddenly, a black, chapped hand patted Zhao Zheng's shoulder.

Baitao looked up and saw that the people who had been staying behind had squeezed in at some point.

He is a middle-aged man. His smoky skin is terrifyingly dark, and his eyes are a bit fierce because of the black color.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Others don't think there's anything special about my brother's silver hair. But among so many different people, Baitao noticed the dark one.

After all, it’s eye-catching.

Suddenly, as soon as he finished speaking, the black-faced man pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his waist in his right hand.

Pointing directly at Zhao Zheng's chest.

There are human walls in all directions here. Even if Zhao Zheng saw it, he would be as unmoved as the fish on the chopping board.

Bai Tao felt something bad, her pupils bulged with thin lines, she jumped up and grabbed the black-faced man's hand, opened her mouth and bit it.

The collision of the fox teeth on the upper jaw and the fox teeth on the lower jaw creates an amazing bite force.

"Crack."

The sound of bone cracking that makes one's scalp numb.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"
To be continued...