"General, what should we do now? If Yama is waiting for a while and becomes impatient, raises his arms and attacks the city, our current strength in Fenggu Shacheng will not be enough to fight."
"What should I do? You know the situation is tense, why don't you quickly ask someone to bring Mo Ye and the girl together! If we don't recognize her, is it possible that Yu Wensheng will not recognize his wife?"
Since he is looking for a wife, can't they just give him a wife?
"B-but that girl...she's gone! Sima is digging three feet into the camp, but still can't find anyone."
When Yang Gu heard this, he immediately felt bad: "Didn't you say she was seriously injured? How did she run away? She couldn't have been taken away, right?"
"It's possible that he was taken away by someone or ran away on his own, because Sima lost something fatal... The same goes for you. The military doctor confirmed this. He woke up after being attacked from behind, and his clothes and identity were all Got transferred."
"What? Throwing something away? What does this have to do with me?" Yang Gu was confused.
The subordinate couldn't bear to say: "You asked Sima to bring that century-old ginseng to replenish the girl's health. After she disappeared, not only was Sima's holy medicine stolen, but your old ginseng was also stolen. Participate in..."
Yang Gu almost couldn't breathe after hearing this.
He gritted his teeth: "Mo-ye, you bastard! Since I'm lost, I'll tie up Mo Ye, the culprit, and deal with it. I won't care!"
Knowing that the general was speaking out of anger, his subordinates were puzzled: "How about we explain to the people below that the person is lost?"
However, Yang Gu sneered and said sarcastically: "Then you go try it and see if you can't hand over his wife. Will Yu Wensheng give up so easily? Even if the person is really lost, it will be lost in our hands. If we don't find him, we won't find him." Come back, he will retreat until he sees hell.”
The subordinates were also aroused and arrogant: "If it doesn't work, let's fight them head-on in the Ye Kingdom. It's not like we haven't defeated the Ye Kingdom's army."
"We have no choice but to do this." Yang Gu still had a cloud of worry between his brows, unable to relax.
He thought to himself, that was in the past, but now Yu Wensheng's army is probably no longer what it used to be...
After a stalemate for about half an hour, Mo Ye and Chongji rushed over. At the same time, the North City Gate and the outside of the city were covered with giant deer troops, forming a direct arrow pointing towards the South City Gate. Once the opponent takes siege measures, they can attack from both sides and attack together with the Chinese army in the city.
As soon as he saw Mo Ye, Yang Gu's eyes widened and he rushed forward angrily: "You kid..."
However, Mo Ye's face looked even uglier than him now.
There was a fierce light in his eyes, and gloomy venom appeared on his face: "Okay, I don't want to listen to any lectures or complaints now. What do you mean by what you just sent someone to say? Yu Wensheng's wife is called Zheng Quchi?"
When he first heard about this, Mo Ye just thought it was extremely ridiculous, even very funny, and he did laugh out loud because of it.
Thinking of what Yu Wensheng had done to Zheng Quchi, if Zheng Quchi was really his wife, he could only say that Yu Wensheng... was simply sick.
Seeing his scary expression, Yang Gu immediately gave up, but he still frowned and said angrily: "Yes, yes, have you found someone?"
Clenching his teeth, Mo Ye quickly climbed up the city tower, only to see Yu Wensheng and other soldiers and horses below forming a fan-shaped blockade in front of the city gate. The torches illuminated the surrounding area, and the flames shot into the sky. The army was crowded outside the city like black clouds.
He raised his cloak and shouted to Yu Wensheng below: "Yu Wensheng, tell me again, who is your wife?"
The moment he raised his eyes to see Mo Ye, Yuwen Sheng unexpectedly recalled the scene of him carrying Zheng Quchi away from the cliff. The tainted aura in his eyes was swallowed up bit by bit by the darkness, leaving only A bottomless aura storm: "Give Zheng Quchi back."
Meeting his eyes, Mo Ye immediately confirmed one thing. What Yu Wensheng said was true, and he was indeed here to please others.
And that person was really Zheng Quchi, whose pseudonym was "Sang Xuanqing".
But just because this matter was confirmed, Mo Ye couldn't understand it even more. He even thought that Yu Wensheng had some fantasy and hallucination to think that Zheng Quchi would marry him? Did he marry Zheng Quchi again?
Before, he had always believed that Yu Wensheng deliberately used this as a pretext to launch a reasonable and legal crusade against the Julu Kingdom.
Mo Yeke had always known that Zheng Quchi had a secret love for him. He didn't believe that Zheng Quchi would marry him willingly, and Yu Wensheng, an unintentional monster, should not be deigned to marry someone with no background. The eloquent peasant girl.
After thinking about it, he felt that this was nonsense.
"Hahahaha - damn you, if she is really your wife, is this how you treat her? If she doesn't die, you still want to chase her and hit her?"
His vulgar words did not arouse any emotion in Yu Wensheng, but his last words angered Yu Wensheng: "Shut up!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, are you angry? That's really rare. Haven't you, Yu Wensheng, always been a monster who can only laugh? So you have other expressions on your face?" Mo Ye mocked exaggeratedly.
After Yu Wensheng's eyes were fixed for a second, his mood stabilized. His snow-white fingers gently stroked the horse's back hair: "Moye, if you don't want the trouble to end, you'd better hand her back. This is my A kind reminder just once.”
Mo Ye was never someone who could be easily threatened. He smiled coldly and pulled out a short woman wearing a cloak. The woman was obviously very weak and her steps were shaky. With such a strong pull, she almost fell to the ground.
The wind blew the brim of her hat up, and under the dim and divided light, she lowered her head, her complexion dark and dark, revealing a slightly rounded and straight nose and tight pale lips.
Mo Ye said: "Give it back to you? Okay, this woman is going to die anyway. Keeping her is a losing deal. Don't you want her? I'll be generous and give it to you!"
When he said the last sentence, his voice was cold and furious. He picked up the petite person, walked to the parapet, and threw him roughly towards the tower without saying a word.
On the city wall that was more than ten to twenty meters high, a weightless figure faced the wind and fell rapidly, like a swallow with broken wings, crossing an arc sadly...
Everyone felt their breathing tighten and stared with wide eyes.
And Yu Wensheng raised his eyes, the night was gloomy, and he felt that the nightmare that had caused him to swim and indulge in the previous scene was coming again.
His face suddenly turned pale. He kicked off his feet and the person flew high into the air. He stretched out his hands to pick up the falling person into his arms——
At this moment, a hidden arrow shot out in the wind, and he couldn't avoid it due to his current situation in the air. However, another arrow shot out from behind in time and collided with it. The momentum was distorted with a bang, and both of them fell.
Seeing that this hidden arrow failed to kill Yu Wensheng secretly, and even failed to damage his fur, Mo Ye frantically swept his eyes towards the army below, and finally focused on a man carrying a quiver on his back. , a heroic general, secretly hating Yu Wensheng's numerous elite generals.
No, it's not her!
The moment Yu Wensheng received the man, he pushed him away, only to see the woman disguised as Zheng Quchi taking out a dagger and sprinting towards his vital position.
Yu Wensheng refused to dodge, and twisted his arm with his backhand, breaking the wrist bone, and the woman suddenly let out a miserable cry.
His gaze searched her clothes like a poisonous snake swimming around. These were undoubtedly the bloody clothes Zheng Quchi once wore, but the person was not. She was just a fake.
Where is the real Zheng Quchi...
The gesture jumped up to the fragile neck bone, and only a crisp "click" was heard.
The disguised assassin had lost his breath and fell limply to the ground.
"Isn't it?" Yu Wensheng laughed, low as a mosquito, nervously, evilly and crazily. He raised a pair of completely undisguised eyes and tilted his head to stare at Moye above.
"Then I can only take it myself."
His soft voice, as light as a whisper, was accompanied by an endless dark aura, which seemed to be filled with evil energy, trying to drag everything in the world into the Abi Hell he ruled.
——
Zheng Quchi was slowly climbing up the mountain like a snail. He accidentally ate too much old ginseng and started to have a nosebleed.
She was sweating profusely. She was worried that there would be pursuers, and at the same time she was afraid that a snake or a ferocious beast might suddenly jump out of the pitch-black night.
I was frightened all the way, touched my nose, and found blood on my hand...
As she looked at it, her nose felt sour, and she suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.
But before the tears flowed out of her eyes, she forcefully held them back.
She wiped her nose with her sleeve and told herself that she had no time to feel sorry for herself here. If she wanted to survive, she had to fight hard.
Finally, with extraordinary perseverance, she found the thatched house indicated on the military map.
After walking on the mountain road for a night, she was tired and thirsty. She forced herself to scoop a ladle of water from the water tank. After drinking it in a big gulp, she curled up into a ball and nestled in the grass. She was so tired. Fell into a deep sleep.
However, she didn't sleep well this time. In her dream, she returned to the heavy snowfall. In her dream, there was always a pair of cold and heartless smiling eyes. He ignored her pleas for help and Struggling, a palm pushed her into the abyss——
"Hoo..."
Zheng Quchi woke up in a cold sweat.
At this time, the sluggish pain in her body finally came again. She maintained one movement for a long time before she could barely move.
The swelling and pain in her chest made it difficult for her to breathe. She opened her clothes and looked at the darkened skin. She closed her eyes and continued to eat the old ginseng.
The military doctor had said that Laoshen would save her life. Once she had a backlash, she would take it in small amounts and multiple times.
Because she didn't quite understand the quantifier "less" in Chinese medicine, she took an overdose for a while, but this time she reduced the amount presumptively and didn't dare to eat more for fear of another nosebleed.
After taking cold water and swallowing it, she took out the brocade box.
She shook the box and saw an arrow-shaped lock on it. The lock was made of very solid materials and was of such high quality that she couldn't even break it open with a stone.
But as long as there is a keyhole, she can find a way to open the lock through the internal structural principles of the lock and through modern methods.
But the premise is that she must have lockpicking tools.
She needed a wire that could be bent into any shape.
But she searched the thatched house but couldn't find any useful wire, only a piece of iron tied to a wooden stick.
It was probably a homemade knife made by a military doctor, used for cutting.
She once watched a wilderness survival program. If you were in the wild, you could use a homemade stove to melt the iron block into molten iron and recast its shape.
Since she couldn't find the wire, she had to make it herself.
First she had to build a small stove.
The furnace wall needed the soft and sticky Yellow River mud. Thanks to the military doctor's original site selection, there was a small stream that was about to dry up nearby. She found suitable mud from it and woven baskets with handmade rattan, one frame at a time. The frame is shipped back and forth.
Then in order to make the flame in the stove reach a high enough temperature and burn at a uniform speed, she also needs to make a blower.
She peeled off some suitable bark and used branches as a frame to make a fan-style rotating shaft spindle blower. It can perform mechanical movement through simple repeated rotations, which not only saves physical strength, but also adds more energy to the stove. The stronger the wind, the faster it turns, and the bigger the fire.
She also had to make a bamboo strip, punch a hole in the middle to allow the flame to pass through, and complete the inside of the stove.
Now that the whole body is equipped, it’s time to smelt molten iron.
There was spare charcoal in the thatched house, which saved her time in burning charcoal. She first made a clay cup, then removed the iron piece from the stick and put it into the cup.
Then put the cup into the furnace and place it in a straight position, pour enough charcoal around it, light the fire, and the remaining time is continuous high-temperature firing.
During this period, it was necessary to continuously add charcoal blocks and maintain high temperature. After finally waiting for the iron pieces to melt into water, she picked up the cup with a tong and poured the molten iron into the mold made earlier in the morning to cool and shape.
After a lot of hard work, she finally got a few thin wires that were barely usable.
After obtaining the lock-picking tool, she carefully bent it into the arc she wanted.
First, bend the head of the wire into a right-angle shape, and then try to insert it into the keyhole. If there are several small cylindrical iron bars in the keyhole, just push them to the top and then turn the wire. open……
However, she didn't get it open. It seems that the first method won't work.
So, she changed another approach.
Just bend the head of the wire into a triangle, slowly insert it into the keyhole, and then gently turn it in one direction. Keep her ears close and pay attention to the movement. Start over in the same way as before, repeat this several times... click!
Zheng Quchi heard a crisp popping sound and took a breath. His eyes suddenly exploded like candle wicks, and bright light burst out.
opened? !
Her heartbeat accelerated and her palms became sweaty. She pulled off the lock and opened the lid of the brocade box...
However, I discovered that what was inside did not look like an ordinary black and round pill, but a beautiful, slightly translucent white crystal, similar to a plum blossom cake.
If it weren't for the faint smell of Chinese medicinal materials, she would have thought it was just a piece of white cake the size of a thumb.
"Is this really a holy medicine?"
Zheng Quchi, who had little knowledge, couldn't help but start to doubt.
(End of chapter)
