The owner of Nuzhen died, whether it was their responsibility or not. If she stayed, she would be waiting for death. Jianlu would not listen to their explanations.
The cruel "escape law" left the Ahabs with no other way out. They could either escape to a place beyond the control of the Jianlu, or be caught and beheaded.
Zhou Qing and Guo Dajing were in front to explore and open the way. One was a guide who was familiar with the road, and the other was a vanguard who could fight. Zhao Qingshan and Chen Sanxiang were behind the team and held the formation. If there were pursuers, they would send a signal to notify them.
Obviously, the risk is greatest at the front of the team. Not only is there the possibility of encountering captives, but other accidents and dangers may also occur.
Guo Dajing did not ride a horse and left it to the villagers behind him. He used the skis he made during the march.
"Brother Dajing actually knows how to be the Sauron's Kienle?" Zhou Qing looked at Guo Dajing, not hiding his surprise, "Yes, it's similar to what I heard. It's made of wooden boards, with a raised front and straps.
Leash or rope for feet…”
Guo Dajing blinked his eyes, pointed at the skis tied to his feet, and asked doubtfully: "Ji——Enle?"
The Chinese nation has a long history of using skis. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Basimi people wore skis to chase their prey on the snowy fields.
Their ski is a long wooden board with the front end tilted up, and the bottom is covered with smooth horsehide. When going downhill, the speed can be faster than that of a running reindeer.
During the Yuan Dynasty, some ethnic groups living in the northern forests would hold ski poles and stand on skis to chase mountain cattle and other prey. They would also connect skis to transport captured animals, much like the prototype of a sled.
During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there were three main ethnic groups that used skis. The skis of the Daur people were called "Kengu Leng"; the skis of the Ewenki people were called "Kienle"; and the skis of the Oroqen people were called "Qina".
In a considerable historical period, those called "Sauron" included not only the Ewenki, but also the Daur and Oroqen.
Until later, other ethnic groups gradually separated from "Sauron", and "Sauron" became the name only for the Evenki people.
Zhou Qing nodded vigorously and said: "The Sauron people live very far north, and they use this thing called 'Kienle'. It is said that they can run like flying in the snowy fields."
"Ski-snow-board!" "Snow-stick!"
Guo Dajing introduced the correct name to Zhou Qing, then smiled, made a swooping gesture, and said: "Quickly!"
Then, he made an upward gesture and said: "Very - slow!"
Zhou Qing understood that Guo Dajing was correcting his statement. There are limits to running fast.
"I see." Zhou Qing grinned and said, "I was just wondering, isn't this thing that powerful?"
Guo Dajing said no more and had already put on his skis. He pushed hard with his ski pole a few times, swayed and lowered, and slid down the hillside under Zhou Qing's sight.
As his skills became more proficient, Guo Dajing turned left and right, avoiding obstacles such as trees, and slid freely on the hillside, sliding farther and farther.
Zhou Qing looked at Guo Dajing's retreating back and let out a sigh of admiration. Although this ski had limitations, it really ran like flying when going downhill, and even the war horse couldn't catch up.
How many more shocking performances can this guy bring in the future?
Zhou Qing shook his head and immediately laughed again. Now he had found a treasure. His luck had improved since he met this guy! He mounted his horse and chased forward.
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At night, in the depression deep in the woods, the exhausted villagers could finally stop, light a fire, rest and recover.
In the middle of the night, although I took a short break and ate some dry food I brought with me, trekking through the snow in the mountains and forests was still extremely exhausting.
Despite this, the villagers gritted their teeth and persisted. Everyone knew that the further they walked, the farther away the danger would be.
The pot was placed on the fire, and the aroma of rice soon spread. There is nothing more comforting than drinking a bowl of hot porridge in the cold weather.
The howling of wolves could be heard in the distance, it was shrill and scary. There were many brave people, and there were fires, so the villagers were lying down and upright, but they were not very afraid.
Chen Sanxiang walked past several fires and found Sister Li Xiu's group. He handed the pheasant in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Dajing caught it while exploring the road ahead. I asked you to replenish your energy and blood."
Before Sister Li Xiu stretched out her hand, Xiaoni had already jumped up and took it, laughing and saying: "Sister Xiu, do you want to eat grilled food or drink chicken soup? I'm thinking that chicken soup is more fragrant!"
Sister Li Xiu smiled a little shyly and said: "Chop it into pieces and cook it together with the porridge. Everyone can eat some and have the strength to go on the road."
After a pause, she added: "Thanks to everyone for taking care of me today, otherwise, how could I have kept up?"
Xiao Ni blinked her eyes and thought it made sense. If it weren't for the sledge pulling her, she would have been too tired to move. But she was still a little reluctant and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, I will listen to Sister Xiu."
"By the way, where's Brother Jing? Why doesn't he come over to eat?" Xiaoni thought of Guo Dajing and looked up at Chen Sanxiang.
Chen Sanxiang said: "Brother Dajing was worried that Jianlu would catch up, so he went to the back to watch and watch. You guys eat, and someone will send his food over."
"The chicken is cooked, give him some." Sister Li Xiu blurted out, paused, and explained a little redundantly: "First, I explored the road in front, and then ran to the back to watch. It's really hard work."
Chen Sanxiang thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll pick it up later and deliver it to Brother Dajing." After saying that, he turned around and left.
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The possibility of interception from the front is slim, but the pursuers from behind can be considered.
Guo Dajing ran to the back to take charge of the warning. In addition to the above reasons, he also wanted to be alone and temporarily get rid of Zhou Qing.
Compared with the simple, or dull, and uninformed villagers, Zhou Qing is considered a well-informed old man.
Because of this, if Guo Dajing wants to do something unknown, it is best to avoid Zhou Qing.
At the edge of the woods, Guo Dajing built a shelter from the wind and snow, spread it with two furs, and half lay down in it. His eyes seemed to be closed, and he entered the space.
Although he had a rough summary of the various materials in the warehouse, many things that would seem useless to later generations might have unexpected uses in the Ming Dynasty.
Especially on the way to escape, how to make full use of space and reach the destination as safely as possible has become Guo Dajing's most urgent request.
It would be great if this space were an arsenal full of firearms and ammunition. With a submachine gun, I could sweep across Liaodong and wipe out the slaves by myself.
Guo Dajing walked slowly in the dead silent space, smiled bitterly, and let out unrealistic sighs.
Unfortunately, apart from the three-piece set of hunting crossbow, slingshot, and dog-leg knife, or a wilderness survival knife, Guo Dajing really couldn't find any weapons that could be used in actual combat right away.