"The four horses are in Kongfu, and the six bridles are in hand. Qiliu is in the middle, and Quanli is in the middle..."
As mentioned in "Poetry", Zhao Tuo held six bridles and four horses were slowly driving on the road under his command. The wheels were rolling but the carriages were very stable.
He originally grew up in the famous Zhao family, and was a child of a noble family since he was a child. He practiced driving and archery since he was a child, and was taught by famous teachers.
Perhaps he inherited the skills from his original body. Although it was the first time for Zhao Tuo to drive a car after time travel, he was very skilled. The four big stallions moved like arms under his driving, which was no less impressive than the veteran drivers on other cars.
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Compared with Zhao Tuo, the carriage driven by Hou Heng was crooked. There had been several dangers while traveling on the road, and scoldings kept sounding. If there was no charioteer who could replace him, he would have been kicked out of the convoy long ago.
"Such a good royal skill must have been practiced since childhood. You are a descendant of the Zhao family, right?"
A black horse was riding beside him, and the knight in black on the horse looked at Zhao Tuo expressionlessly.
Zhao Tuo's hand trembled, and the bridle in his hand tightened. The two horses beside the bridle were affected and almost deviated from the road.
He quickly stabilized the carriage and responded: "I have met Mr. Han. Tuo has been driving horses for nobles for generations and has some knowledge of royal skills. He does not deserve the praise of Mr. Han."
According to the information that Heng overheard, the knight on the black horse was named Han Nan. It was said that he was a Korean ranger. After the death of Han, he was unwilling to surrender to Qin, so he went north to join Yan, and gained a small reputation in Yan.
This person has a dark face and a cold voice, and is not easy to get along with at first glance.
Zhao Tuo continued yesterday's rhetoric. Now that Zhao Guo has just died, Gongzi Jia has proclaimed himself king again. Zhao's identity is relatively sensitive in this situation, and he does not want to be exposed easily and cause trouble.
Unexpectedly, Han Nan didn't buy it. He sneered and was about to continue questioning when a clear voice came from behind him.
"Brother Han, why should we embarrass a little kid? No matter what his identity is, he has nothing to do with yesterday's attack."
A white horse came, and the knight on it was a big man over eight feet tall, with a burly build.
Compared with him, Zhao Tuo, who was in his teens, had not yet grown up and was barely around seven feet tall. Standing in front of him, he looked like a little chicken looking down from an eagle.
Although the White Horse Ranger was strong and strong, he had a kind face and helped Zhao Tuo get out of the siege as soon as he arrived.
Han Nan's expression changed, but he immediately smiled and said, "What Brother Le said is that I just saw that this boy is good at martial arts, so I just praised him a few words."
"It's already dusk now. It seems that we can't reach Zhongshan. Jing Qing should be camping in the valley ahead. I'll go and have a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Nan was already riding his horse.
To Zhao Tuo, he looked a little embarrassed.
By this time, the sun had set. The motorcade reached a flat area and stopped, apparently intending to spend the night here.
Zhao Tuo stopped the carriage and thanked the knight on the white horse who had been following him: "Thank you very much, Mr. Le, for rescuing the siege."
Success seemed unheard of, looking not far away: "Do you hate Qin?"
Zhao Tuo was stunned.
The hatred between Qin and Zhao for decades, the blood debt of hundreds of thousands of people, when it comes to Qin, which Zhao person does not hate it?
Just look at Heng's appearance and you'll know what most Zhao people are thinking.
But Zhao Tuo came from a later generation, and his parents in this life died at the hands of Prime Minister Zhao Guo Kai. He had no real hatred against Qin, let alone knowing the future direction of history. Would he hate Qin?
"Those who have subjugated their country will naturally hate Qin very much."
Le Cheng clapped his hands and laughed: "Yes, Qin has destroyed Han and Zhao. How can anyone who has lost his country not hate Qin? Now that the King of Yan is asking for peace from Qin, I am afraid that everyone wants to destroy the peace talks and let the war spread to Yan.
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Zhao Tuo suddenly became alert, as the other party seemed to have something in his words.
But Cheng Cheng didn't say any more and rode forward, leaving Zhao Tuo with a lonely figure behind him.
Zhao Tuo was thoughtful, thinking that Laisheng might be hinting at the attack on the convoy yesterday.
The sky was already dark, and the convoy settled down in an orderly manner.
"Thank you for your hard work along the way."
After Zhao Tuo finished feeding the horse, he touched "Da Hei"'s neck. The horse snorted comfortably, and the other three horses became restless upon seeing this.
Zhao Tuo caressed them hurriedly, and after a while of fussing, he finally made the four uncles feel comfortable, and then they calmed down.
In the wild, there are no stables for horses to rest, but fortunately, horses are animals that sleep standing up and can stay awake for several days. Standing all night is nothing to them.
"Don't move around at night and guard the carriage."
The sound of success came, and Zhao Tuo looked up and saw him and Han Nan patrolling on both sides.
"only."
Zhao Tuo nodded quickly and watched the two people disappear behind the car.
There were many escorts in the convoy, but they were mainly distributed near the carriage carrying treasures in front. Zhao Tuo and Heng were driving a supply carriage, which was located at the rear of the convoy. It was not expensive in comparison. Only Le Cheng and Han Nan were there.
People patrol.
Zhao Tuo yawned, walked around to the back of the carriage, and got on from the "back door".
The space in the carriage is not large, and it mainly contains food and clothing for the team. An alluring fragrance fills the small space.
"Meat……"
Zhao Tuo's Adam's apple rolled as he looked at the dried meat piled in the corner and kept swallowing his saliva.
But he didn't dare to eat it secretly. There was a cook in the convoy who specially cooked for nobles such as Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang. He would come to check the supplies every day. If he found that there was something missing, he would never spare Zhao Tuo.
Swallowing saliva and smelling the aroma of meat, Zhao Tuo tossed and turned in the car and couldn't sleep.
After a while, there was a ticking sound from the car hood above his head. Zhao Tuo opened the door a crack and saw it was raining lightly outside.
Zhao Tuo shook his head, lay down again, and thought: "If I follow Jing Ke to Xianyang, if he makes a move, I will definitely be implicated. Not to mention being torn apart by a car, at least I will be cut in half. It hurts just thinking about it, hiss...
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"We still have to find a way to escape. We can't risk our lives just for a bite of food. Unfortunately, after being attacked, they watched too closely and could only slowly look for opportunities."
Along with the dripping sound of rain, Zhao Tuo's thoughts gradually drifted away and fell into a beautiful dream.
After an unknown period of time, Zhao Tuo was awakened by the sound of a crash. The carriage shook slightly, as if it had been hit by something, and the neighing of horses came from outside the carriage.
Zhao Tuo instinctively pushed open the rear door and jumped out.
The light rain stopped at some point, and there was half a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The clear moonlight shone on the slightly muddy ground, and a figure lying next to the carriage was clearly visible.
"Lejun?"
Zhao Tuo was surprised. Judging from his clothes, this man was successful.
He instinctively stepped forward to help, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt something was wrong.
Success's body was cold, which was not the temperature a living person should have at all.
Looking up, the face was extremely pale, the eyes were wide open, the eyeballs were gray and lifeless, and there was a long wound on the neck.
There is also a sword stuck in his chest, which is Le Cheng's own sword.
"Brother Le!"
"Shuzi, you dare to kill my brother Le, you must die!"
A thunderous shout sounded, and Han Nan's face was filled with ferociousness, and he raised his sword and charged towards Zhao Tuo.
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