The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a murderous night.
Just after Yin Shi, it started to rain heavily again.
People in Zhenzhou City are all sleeping. As the weather gets hotter, the early morning hours become the most comfortable sleeping time of the day. After the heavy rain, it becomes cooler and good dreams leave people to sleep.
Wulihan looked at the heavy rain outside the window and said, "Sir, God is really helping me."
"Yes, Wulihan, get ready."
Yang Lianzhenjia, Wulihan was dressed in black and masked, dressed as a night traveler. Wulihan wiped the short blade in his hand and pinned it to his waist.
"Let's go." Yang Lianzhenjia glanced at Wulihan and said suddenly, "Wulihan, I will take care of your family affairs."
"Thank you, Lord Priest."
The two jumped onto the roof and disappeared into the rain-drenched night.
The Zhongyong Camp was a bodyguard built by Jia Sidao when he served as the envoy of the Jinghu system. Its organization was completely modeled after the Imperial Guards, and the people selected were all strong men in the army. Therefore, a team of only 200 people had the same name.
There are two vice-capital commanders, which shows the high standard. After Jia Sidao entered the court, in order to avoid the royal family, he left the Zhongyong Camp in Zhenzhou, and it was officially placed under the rule of Li Tingzhi. In fact, only Jia Sidao could command it.
, and Li Tingzhi felt grateful for Jia Sidao's promotion, so he ignored him.
Over the past few years, the Zhongyong Battalion has basically become Jia Sidao's private army. Apart from detaining Hao Jing and his party and the prisoners secretly imprisoned by Jia Sidao, it has nothing to do. The soldiers in the camp are paid well and they don't have to go to the front line, so it's natural.
Happy.
The current commander of the Zhongyong Battalion, Jia Siyu, is a younger brother of Jia Sidao. He is very loyal to Jia Sidao. Although he has no ability to lead troops, he is quite trusted by Jia Sidao. The two deputy commanders, Feng Ping and Guan Shutai, each led a hundred men.
Team, responsible for guarding prisoners.
"It's raining so heavily, let the brothers take turns to rest." Guan Shutai said to his guards.
"Yes, I'm going to pass on the message now, but the adults know how to love these brothers."
As time went by, Zhongyong Camp's defense began to relax.
"Wait a minute. We will inspect Hao Jing's residence every hour. Don't forget this."
"Understood, sir."
After the guards left, Guan Shutai stretched and said to himself that it would be very comfortable to sleep in this weather.
Except for the ten sentry posts next to the gate who still stood in the shining sentry tower, the entire Zhongyong Camp was basically dark.
Outside the barracks, Wulihan pointed to a two-story courtyard in the northwest corner. Next to it were rows of barracks for soldiers. Yang Liazhenjia nodded and indicated that he understood. The two of them had repeatedly observed the distribution of the barracks of Zhongyong Camp.
It was considered a familiar road. Yang Liazhenjia stretched out his hand to make an attack gesture, and then took the lead, like a huge flying bird, rushing towards the independent courtyard.
Wulihan secretly praised it, what a brilliant light-body technique, and immediately jumped off the wooden fence.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the visibility was extremely low, almost to the point where I couldn't see my fingers. However, this was not a problem for Yang Liazhenjia, who had very good eyesight. Not everyone could do the job of the Mongolian Tianya High Priest.
With the speed of the two of them, they had reached the roof where Hao Jing was imprisoned in a few breaths.
Yang Lianzhenjia's eyes flashed, and he glanced around the courtyard. The sentry posts in front of the courtyard gate were nowhere to be seen. It seemed that they had all taken shelter in the house on the first floor to take shelter from the rain.
Wulihan did not have such good eyesight, so he just stared at the priest quietly.
In an instant, Yang Lianzhenjia patted Wulihan's shoulder, pointed his thumb downward, and said softly, "Down."
The two of them hooked their feet on the eaves and landed on the corridor on the second floor in an instant. Even the slightest sound that Wulihan made was covered up by the sound of rain.
The iron lock on the door was just a piece of cake for Yang Liangzhenjia. According to historical records, Yang Liangzhenjia and Yunze stole all the imperial tombs of the Song Dynasty, and mechanism science was what he was good at.
Hao Jing lay on the bed in a daze, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
To others, the heavy rain in the early morning is just a hypnotic sound to fall asleep, but to Hao Jing's ears, it is undoubtedly the sound of time. Time has been flowing away in ticking ticks for five years. It has been a total waste of five years.
, these five years have been the most energetic time in life. I was detained in Zhenzhou Zhongyong Camp at the age of thirty-seven, and today I am forty-two years old, and my physical condition has begun to deteriorate. My passion and ambition
Does it end here?
Hao Yi, the old servant next to him, heard Hao Jing tossing and turning and sighed. His master had spent the past few years like this. How could his body bear it for a long time? It’s just that Hao Yi knew Hao Jing too well and knew that his master was getting weaker and weaker.
, I can only feel anxious.
"Master Hao, Master Hao."
In the haziness, a low cry sounded in Hao Jing's ears.
"Are you dreaming?" Hao Jing thought, still in Mongolian.
Hao Yi was the first to react and sat up from the bed with a groan.
"Shh, don't make a sound. I am Yang Lianzhenjia, the high priest of the Tianya God. I am here to save you."
"It's really Mongolian." Hao Jing muttered softly and sat up.
"Is it Mr. Hao Jing?"
"Exactly, are you from Tianya?"
Wulihan took off the short blade from his waist, handed it to Hao Jing and said, "Sir, this is the Great Khan's token. You will know it as soon as you see it."
Hao Jing didn't have Yang Lian Zhenjia's eyesight. He couldn't see clearly in the dark light. Hao Jing touched it carefully with his hands. Yes, this short blade was the Khan's favorite thing. It can be used to cut gold or jade, and it is extremely sharp.
The name is called Zhan Long, and it is one of the two swords that Kublai Khan's father, Torre Khan, got when he traveled south. One day, the Khan wanted to give this blade to himself, so he was very familiar with this short blade.
I am a scholar and do not know martial arts, so using this method is considered a waste of natural resources, so I refuse to accept it.
"It is indeed the Dragon Slayer." Hao Jing returned the Dragon Slayer to Wulihan.
Yang Lianzhenjia said: "Master Hao, this is not the place to talk. You should change into Wulihan's night clothes first."
Hao Jing didn't know why and asked: "Changing clothes?"
"Exactly, Mr. Hao, hurry up."
Although Hao Jing was frail, he was tall and roughly similar in build to Wulihan.
After Wulihan put on Hao Jing's clothes, he said: "Master Priest, take Master Hao with you and leave quickly. My subordinates will try their best to delay the time and make sure that I get to the border."
"Okay, Wulihan, you are indeed a good Mongolian man." Yang Lianzhenjia clasped his palms together, saluted Wulihan, and took Wulihan's short dragon-slaying blade.
"Master Priest, what is this?"
"Master Hao, no need to say more, I will carry you on my back and leave immediately."
"Just the two of us? What about them?"
The Zhongyong Battalion will inspect Hao Jing's House every hour. If everyone leaves, it will only take an hour at most to be discovered. Even with Yang Liazhenjia's speed, he will not be able to reach the border within an hour. In this way, everyone will be discovered.
Song officers and soldiers would block it all the way from Zhenzhou to the border. It was basically hopeless for Yang Lianzhenjia to leave the Song Dynasty with Hao Jing, who was not familiar with martial arts at all.
After Yang Liazhenjia and Wulihan learned about the defense of Zhongyong Camp, they made a plan. Yang Liazhenjia took Hao Jing and left, while Wulihan pretended to be Hao Jing and stayed in the house to delay time. From Zhenzhou Huiriquan
, pass through the woods, and then pass through a large area of hills, you can go directly to the Song-Mongolia border. This route does not need to be detoured, and the distance is the shortest. Although it is a mountain road, it is not a problem at all for the Tianya High Priest.
As long as Ulihan can buy four or five hours (eight to ten hours), Yang Liazhenjia can rush to the border, where there will be a Mongolian army to respond.
"Sir, let's go quickly." Hao Yi also urged.
"No." Hao Jing said, "We leave, what will happen to you and Wulihan?"
Yang Lianzhenjia didn't hesitate any longer. He knocked Hao Jing unconscious with his palm and carried it on his back. After going out, he restored the door lock to its original state and jumped to the top of the building.
At this time, the rain decreased slightly. Yang Lianzhenjia found the direction, raised his light body technique to the extreme, and quickly headed north.