"Bang." One side was only seven feet high but more than a few feet wide, and it hit a blue and white boulder horizontally and vertically on the middle of the river. The surging, surging, almost substantial boulders made a roar like a tsunami within one tenth of the second it hit the boulder.

Even Yang Lin, who was more than a hundred feet away from the river, seemed to be able to feel the invisible waves of air that were rushing through his body after the storm crashed.

A dozen feet away from the right side of the huge rock was a downstream dam about 30 meters wide. I stared at the back of the dam with a little dullness, and there was a rolling canal like a wide sea. My face was as bitter as Yang Lin, who had just picked a fresh bitter gourd, muttering to himself: "Have you really been in trouble in recent years? First, the strange master, and then this little girl's skin. Now, can you even play God to death? I'm fucking you, grandma, when did this bird place be opened???"

Yang Lin didn't know that on the second day after Feige sent a letter from the secret camp, Liang Yuan, the governor of Jiangling County, who received the news, immediately mobilized thousands of local civilians in Minghualiu, Linghe, Jinshui, etc., digging canals and dams everywhere in the waters that Huaihong could reach.

After a few days, more than ten large and small flood discharge dams were dug in the Minghualiu area alone. The waters where Yang Lin passed by is the first one of the Minghualiu that was dug, and it is also the main water dam that is most able to impact the downstream area.

He blinked his eyes and looked at the downstream Hongba, which was getting closer and closer to the boat, and the roaring waves that broke out after the blue and white boulder in front of him. Yang Lin even imagined the spectacular scene of his green wood boat being rolled together by the arc waves and hitting the blue and white boulder. Or maybe the boat bypassed by the boat, then was sucked into the life of the downstream Hongba and drifting with the flow.

"Forget it, forgot, I'm so unfortunate today. If you are a stubborn girl, you'll wait for me to come and seek your life!" Looking at a spiral vortex more than ten meters away from the boat, the water often flows here involuntarily around the vortex. Yang Lin has been familiar with the waterway since he was a child, and he can see at a glance that the direction there must be a high slope with a circle of deep reefs and rock formations.

"Crack" accompanied by a loud crackling like a thick wooden sound. Yang Lin, who was stabbed hard in the concave of a groove-shaped reef, was lifted up from the other end of the reef by a huge throwing force, and then he involuntarily smashed towards the south.

"Bang." The throwing force was extremely powerful, and it actually swung Yang Lin about ten feet from the vortex flowing down the boat. With an arc thrust of reverse force, it swept him six or seven meters into the air in the south bank, and then he fell to the ground with a slump.

"Crack..., oh." Yang Lin, who was desperately holding the purple and swollen right belly of his right leg, was like a little loach rolling in the mud pile, twitching on his face and cursing: "Which turtle, another turtle, dug a mud pit here, causing me...Oh...Oh..."

Looking at the purple swelling and bruising in the radius of the knees of his calf, Yang Lin murmured and cursed: "Damn it, fortunately, I had to fall and misplace. If I really broke my right leg, my grandmother's stinky little girl will wait for me to push you into the Yangtze River to feed the fish!"

Gritting his teeth and taking out a small bamboo tube that was only two fingers long and wide, delicate and delicate from his close-fitting pocket. Yang Qi grabbed the bamboo tube with both hands and twisted it up and down. A soft flame immediately rubbed out from the spring mechanism inside.

‘Bang!’ A small purple-blue firework bloomed in the air. The sunset was lonely, and the scenery was rushing, and the color of the sky was dim and yellow, the fireworks looked particularly brilliant and dazzling.

Looking at the dazzling fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the sky, the horse stood and stood for more than ten miles away, and seemed to be waiting for something while walking back and forth, his face changed and he quickly turned back, searched in a fan shape to scatter the riding momentum, and rushed towards the direction where the fireworks were blooming.

"Ga, ga, ga..." The wind blew the forest, and the sound of beasts was mixed. There were sharp and harsh and strange chirping, constantly coming out loud from the mouths of the black birds on the branches of the forest. The sound sounded sharp at the beginning, but gradually rubbed hoarsely, like a sticky caterpillar that penetrated into the ear piercings, making people feel extremely irritable.

It was already evening, and a touch of white moonlight, floating in the sky, brought indescribable tenderness and loneliness to this dark and silent land.

"I'm late, I hope the little marquis will forgive me!" He rode his horse and looked at the front of the team. It seemed like a man with a big robe in the group of guards. Seeing Yang Lin was covered in mud, sitting under the big tree with a sad face, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he vaulted to Yang Lin and looked at his purple, swollen right leg belly, his face turned wild and low, "This, this..." Seeing that there were no beasts or evil people around him, there were only refugees and children standing in the distance, staring at them strangely. What was going on with the little marquis' legs? The big man was frightened and didn't know how to ask.

Originally, when Yang Lin came out of the Marquis' Mansion and came to Cuihu Villa in the suburbs to relax, these people were his companions and guards. Later, when Yang Lin pushed Zhao Ling'er down the lake, he was worried that Zhao Ning'er would lead people to chase him along the land route, so before he escaped from the water route, he ordered these followers to wait for him to return to the city at the bottom of the south bank of Minghualiu.

As Yang Lin expected, when Zhao Ning'er was angry and led a group of royal guards to chase him from the villa by land, he was immediately led by several guards leading the way to the fork in the jungle of the north bank and hurriedly chased him. And these big men were waiting for Zhao Ning'er to lead the people first before riding their horses and rushing to the lower reaches of the south bank of Minghualiu, waiting for Yang Lin's small boat to dock and enter the city.

But I knew that man's calculations were not as good as God's calculations. After all, Yang Lin's small broken leg was still lost to God's head. He was so busy that he chopped up the thick wooden willow branches. After a long time of struggling between a guard who was familiar with bone massage, Yang Lin's right leg was then covered with thick layers of bone trauma and wound medicine. Then, like a wooden fence, he wrapped it in a circle of thick branches and fixed it to focus on protection.

As soon as he rode his horse, he was shaking back and forth with bumps. Yang Lin immediately screamed in pain. Before he could stop, the leading man in brocade robe quickly grabbed the reins of the horse next to him, carefully helped him back to the ground, and reminiscent of his move.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are as low as Zhuge Liang. Several guards discussed it in a low voice and immediately came up with a way. Except for the four of them standing beside Yang Lin, the rest immediately took action under the command of the man.

After slashing and slashing for a while, four or five fir trees as thick as bowls were carried not far away from Yang Lin, and cut them again between the waist knives of several guards. In less than half an hour, the skins of these fir trees had been cut to a smooth size, about the size. Then, when the other guards who had just returned from the deep mountains and held piles of vines and wild fruits in their hands, a brand new and exquisite wooden sedan chair appeared in front of everyone.

The animal skin cushion on the saddle was removed, and the seat was folded thickly on the seat chair. Then, a few pieces of brocade clothes that were stripped off from everyone were sure to make the wooden sedan comfortable. After a while, the small wooden sedan looked so comfortable that it finally got neatly.

Looking at the many guards who had been busy for a long time, Yang Lin laughed: "Okay, okay, okay, good sedan chairs, you guys are really amazing in handmade things."

After hearing the praises of the little marquis, the faces of these great men were red for no reason, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't know how to answer. If these people were placed in the army, even if they were not good at the ranks of men, they would not be much worse. However, this time, the rough craftsmanship that collectively chopped wood and arranged wooden sedans was the first to be like this.

Yang Lin was extremely intelligent since childhood. Seeing the embarrassing expressions of these followers, he didn't know the reason. But he was used to being casual and always treated his subordinates and servants very kindly. He smiled with no difference at the moment: "I am unfortunately in trouble today. All the entourages have made contributions. When you return to Jiangling, your merits will definitely be indispensable in the reward book of the Xingduan! "

These big men immediately looked happy, and their faces were all embarrassed and they hurriedly thanked each other. They were originally some scattered relatives of Yang Yi's subordinates. Now there is nothing in the war in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and peace is as usual. The long promotion among the generals and soldiers is really difficult. In addition, Yang Yi is rigorous in the military and has clear rewards and punishments. If they want to join the army and endure military merits, they will probably not have much effect in three or five years.
Chapter completed!