"The broken residence is still there." The injuries on his body were not healed yet. Lu Zizhong just felt a little cold and wanted to go back to sleep.
But at this time, the guard who was outside the door walked to the balcony again, smiled playfully at him and spoke.
"My boss said that Mr. Lu was beaten to a pulp not long ago. If he sits down again, he might freeze into a tuberculosis ghost. Come back soon."
Lu Zizhong was about to get up, but suddenly his face was startled, and he gritted his teeth and sat down again.
In this life, the last thing he wants is to lose to that little boss. He lost the previous killing, the wine selling, the bullying of the young lady, and was beaten to a pulp.
"Zizhong, it's getting late at night, go back, go back, I don't dare to mess with the official shop, it's closed early."
"I'll give you an egg back!"
Lu Zizhong frowned, his face flushed.
"When I join the official household department next year, he won't be able to escape."
…
Opening the window, Chen Jiaqiao lowered his head and took a few glances. Under the close view, there was a river surface blended with snow. Fortunately, it was not frozen yet, and there were still sparkling waves.
"Master, jump off the building quickly."
Xu Mu was a little shocked, "Mr. Chen, am I going to jump down like this?"
"Master, I know Qing Kung Fu."
"I won't."
"My boss jumps first, I have to open my umbrella and sword now."
Xu Mu was slightly speechless, but after all, he was an old brother who had a life and death cycle. He didn't think about it again. He climbed onto the window sill, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward in the air.
It fell without weight and was about to hit the ground.
On a river boat not far away, Si Hu raised his head, was startled, and then began to wipe his eyes, preparing to howl.
Click.
Chen Jiaqiao held up the open umbrella sword with one hand and hooked Xu Mu's waist with the other. Even though it was less than a foot away from the ground, he still landed firmly on the ground.
"It's time for my master to increase his food intake. Since ancient times, those in power should have a steady attitude and the body of a tiger."
Xu Mu has long been used to talking about dissuading rebellion.
Taking advantage of the rainy night, without too much delay, the two quickly got into the car. Xu Mu took the opportunity to kick Si Hu, who was worshiping the gods and Buddhas.
He's not dead yet, so he's praying.
"Master, how long will this round take?"
Chen Jiaqiao's worry is not unreasonable. Anguo Bridge is only more than 200 miles away. If it takes too long, it will easily attract a large army of officers and soldiers.
"If the plan succeeds, we will be able to leave soon." Xu Mu lowered his voice.
After the interception of Beidi's envoys and even the enmity between the two countries, the most advantageous thing was that the annual tribute to Beidi was abolished. In this way, the tribute tax shared equally among everyone should be gone.
And there is another point, the famous general Li Poshan... Ever since Wangzhou, I have always felt that I have been friends with him for a long time. Even if he dies, this revenge will definitely be avenged.
"My boss also brought a rope hook?" Chen Jiaqiao lowered his head and suddenly saw a dozen rope hooks in the river boat.
When we were in Wangzhou to gather supplies from the Beidi people, they brought back hundreds of rope hooks.
Xu Mu smiled calmly.
"With these hooks, things can be done."
"It's not easy to guess what my boss is thinking."
"Then I won't guess."
Xu Mu took a deep breath and looked up at the goose-feather snowy night, hoping that after ambush at Anguo Bridge, the anger of the native people in his mouth should be dissipated.
"Brother Mu, the river is frosty."
It snowed continuously for almost a day, and frost was normal. I guess I could just walk on the river when I came back.
"Si Hu, where did you put the horse?"
"Not far away, I asked Long Gong to watch."
Gongou, Zhou Zun and others had just returned after delivering their pensions, but they turned around and wanted to fight again.
"Go ashore."
Not far from the river bank, the three of them carried rope hooks on their backs and waded into the cold river water. Fortunately, none of them had cold legs, otherwise it would have been a sore experience.
We braved the heavy snow and walked for half an hour before we reached the forest of the hidden horses. Gong Dog, who was hiding high up there, jumped down wrapped in a gray robe and hurriedly handed the prepared hand stove to Xu Mu.
before.
Xu Mu and the other three found a location, discussing and drying their wet robes.
"My boss, the official road is more than 200 miles away, and there is heavy snow. I think it will take nearly a day even if the army comes to help."
"Time is enough."
Xu Mu frowned. The only variable was the Ji soldiers escorting the Qianqi Beidi people. He didn't expect these dog officers and soldiers to be any good guys.
"Let's go, we'll talk about it later."
The four of them picked up bamboo hats and tied them tightly on their heads. They each put on an extra warm robe, then got on their horses and ran off into the dark night and heavy snow.
…
When the snow reaches dawn, the mighty thousands of Beidi people on horseback left Changyang coldly. Even though the Ji Ren prime minister repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, Hu Yanche was still extremely angry.
There were still bruises on his shoulders, and he could not even ride a horse. He could only sit on the glazed carriage sent by the prime minister and move forward slowly.
What a shame this is for the warriors on the grassland.
An accompanying Captain Jiren wanted to come forward and say a few polite words, but he coldly stretched out his hand and pinched his throat.
It wasn't until the captain's face turned blue that he slowly let go.
At this time, we had already left Changyang for nearly fifty miles. Along the way, we could clearly see the refugees who had been frozen to death. They had different postures on the official road and were frozen into stiff sticks.
There were also many people who built thatched houses hiding in the woods beside the official road, hugging themselves and shivering.
Hu Yanche sneered, wrapped himself in a tiger skin, and with only one uninjured arm, he pulled out the golden knife and ran into the forest with an angry roar.
Thousands of Beidi people on horseback raised their horse bows and scimitars one after another, whistling in the wind and snow.
The two thousand soldiers accompanying him were all trembling on their horses, and they were at a loss for a moment.
"Du, Du Tou, they want to kill the people." A small captain spoke in a trembling voice. He was not only cold, but also frightened.
"We are soldiers after all."
"Turn, turn your head, don't look! He will calm down after killing him." The captain gritted his teeth and quickly turned his head away.
The two thousand soldiers hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly turned their heads.
The junior captain didn't transfer it. His family bought his official badge with a lot of money, but for some reason, he doesn't want it now.
"Du, Du Tou, as officers and soldiers, you must protect the country and the people."
"What do you know? If you weren't my brother, I would have ignored you long ago! Turn around now!"
The little captain's eyes turned red in the snow and wept, and he turned his head away.
Behind him, screams one after another, women's screams, men's pleas, and children's cries, all pierced the snow curtain and hurt his ears.
After an unknown amount of time, the Di general took a bloody golden scimitar, grabbed a dozen heads, and walked back to the carriage coldly.
The tiger skin armor on his body turned blood red at some point.
"Tenggri!"
The Huyan chariots raised their golden swords and shouted loudly, and thousands of Di people riding on them also shouted and shouted.
Only the two thousand soldiers stopped their horses silently in the wind and snow, not saying a word.