The people galloped for more than ten miles, and the horses were tired. They crossed another ridge and found a big village below. When I went in and asked about it, it was called the Refuge Castle!
Hey, this name fits the situation. Everyone found it novel. It happened that the big rake needed to be re-bandaged due to the bumps, so they went into the village and found a house to rest. The villagers thought it was a bandit army and they were very polite to them.
Kuang Ren chatted with them, and it was no surprise that in such a large village, the rebel army's spies were absolutely indispensable. As expected, several people came to the door to question them soon after, but they mistakenly thought that Chang Yu and his party were rebels without any precautions. He was immediately captured and killed, and the people in the household were so shocked that they peed their pants!
"If you dare to chew your tongue, your whole family will be slaughtered." Wang Fuchen said viciously. The villagers were stunned. He didn't know what was going on. He thought the rebels were fighting among themselves.
Everyone boiled hot water and ate dry food and asked the family to find out that Baishui County was forty or fifty miles to the northwest, Pucheng County was forty or fifty miles to the southwest, and the two cities were sixty miles apart.
"Where to go?" Wang Fuchen and others looked at Chang Yu.
"Where do you think it's appropriate to go?" Chang Yu glanced at them.
"I think that if we go to Baishui County, which is close to the mountains, our detective information can go directly into the mountains, making it difficult for the bandit army to pursue them."
"But it's difficult for us to get out of the mountain." Chang Yu shook his head: "Baishui is too far to the north. Pucheng is the center of the Guanzhong Plain. The situation of the troops stationed there is enough to explain everything. Furthermore, the pursuers are also there. I think we might have escaped to the north...".
The Refuge Fortress is also a market. Dozens of surrounding villages come here to go to the market. It is a sunny day and there are many people coming to the market. The people coming from the south and north can just cover up the traces of Chang Yu and his party. They rest in that common people's house. They would hide the corpses in the haystacks, and then everyone would lead their horses to the market to buy some food as food reserves. They were not in a hurry to escape, because the pursuers behind them could not be that fast.
After chatting with the villager, I learned that the Refuge Castle has a great history. It was the place where Prince Chong'er of Jin Dynasty took refuge. The name of Chengcheng County also comes from this. In fact, it is Luobin Town in later generations. It has nothing to do with Wang Luobin. It was named after Luoshui during the Republic of China. The meaning of shore.
After buying some food at the market, everyone got on their horses and headed straight to the southwest. This time they took the main road because there were many pedestrians and they could hide their traces. In fact, they were deceiving themselves. There were so many people on the road and it was easy for them and the nine riders to inquire, but Then again, it's impossible for the pedestrians to be where they are when the pursuers arrive. It's all a matter of probability anyway.
Jiu Qi ran all the way for more than ten miles and saw a mountain ahead. Everyone was happy. It was a good place to rest and take shelter. There happened to be a pile of firewood on the roadside and the old man asked him what kind of mountain it was. The old man didn't even raise his head: "Several times." Who knows what mountains you are asking about, Wulong Mountain, Jianshan, Jinsu Mountain..."
The old man muttered, but Chang Yu was shocked, "Damn it, Tang Tailing!"
Yes, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty Li Longji and Queen Yuanxian were buried here, on Jinsu Mountain, a remnant of Wulong Mountain, and the tomb of Gao Lishi was also buried here.
Everyone was surprised by what Chang Yu said, and the big rake suddenly said: "Shopkeeper, do you know what my name is?"
Chang Yu frowned: "I really don't know, you are used to being a big rake."
"My surname is Zhu, my name is Jiejie... so I was nicknamed Big Rake by others." Qing Yi couldn't help but laugh, but Chang Yu looked confused: "Why are you talking about this now?"
"I feel like I'm going to die soon. If I really can't, how about you bury me here with Emperor Tang?" Big Rake begged, and Chang Yu took a breath: "Why do you want to rebel? "
The big rake was surprised: "Why did the shopkeeper say this?"
"You can get dragon energy from being buried in the emperor's tomb, and you want your descendants to sit on dragon thrones and dominate the world. Then where will the Ming Dynasty go..." Chang Yu let out a laugh and said quickly: "No, no, forget it, forget it, if I die Just throw it in the ditch." Everyone laughed endlessly. As they were talking, they suddenly saw more than ten riders running from the southwest. Everyone could not help but frown. As expected, the approaching city was well-defended and there were spies running around everywhere. "Shopkeeper, do you want to fight them or run away?" Kuang Ren asked.
Chang Yu thought for a while: "First deceive them, then do it if you can't deceive them." After muttering a few times, Wang Fuchen said: "This is my strength."
Immediately, everyone clapped their horses and rushed towards the group. When they were less than ten steps away, Wang Fuchen shouted: "Can you see seven people and five horses escaping?"
The group of people on the opposite side were startled, then reined in their horses and shook their heads. Seeing that they were all injured, they quickly asked: "Brother, did you encounter an officer or spy?"
"That group of sixteen officers and soldiers encountered us in a fight twenty miles due east and killed half of them. We also killed more than ten brothers. I couldn't swallow this sigh of relief. They chased us here and lost them. You didn't see it. Huh?" Wang Fuchen looked angry and cursed. The people were surprised when they heard this: "So vicious! We just came from Pucheng and didn't see it."
"Fuck, they must be chasing in the wrong direction." Wang Fuchen cursed and turned the horse's head: "There is no such thing as expected here. They should be heading towards Baishui County. They want to enter the mountains from there. Brothers, go ahead and chase after them."
"Brother, can you take a breath first? Our brothers fought with each other and injured many people. We chased for dozens of miles and have already lost our strength. If we catch up like this, we will die." Wu Mushan advised, and Wang Fuchen was furious: "They are the same They are half-dead. If you don’t chase them now, you will have to wait for them to recover their strength. You have to give up the credit you got to others. This was obtained with the lives of more than ten brothers!"
"But we were fooled by them. If we catch up now, we may not be able to catch up. I can't run away now..." Lu Dahu looked reluctant. Wang Fuchen angrily pointed the knife at him: "I'm talking It’s not easy, right? Chase or not..."
"Brother, brother, don't, don't do this. We are all brothers. Don't hurt the harmony. It won't be long before we take a breather and chase again." Chang Yu opened his mouth to persuade. Seeing this, the thieves also stepped forward to persuade: "Brother Don’t be upset, let’s go like this, you guys find a village to take a breath first, and we’ll go after you, and whether you catch up or not, the lion’s share of the credit will be yours, okay?”
"What do you call your brother?" Wang Fuchen asked with a snort. The man raised his hand and said, "Feng Zhezi, who is under the command of General Hou Yingzhi, may I ask who your brother is?" It turned out that he was a man belonging to Li Guo.
"Your Majesty is dismounting." Wang Fuchen returned the greeting with his hands raised: "Then we have Brother Lao Feng. First, help me explore the path. When the matter is accomplished, how about we split the credit half way?"
"Hey, Brother Ma is interesting." Feng Zhezi was overjoyed. Wang Fuchen repeatedly told those men to be very fierce. If they catch up, surround them first and don't rush to attack. You must wait for them to go over and do it together. Feng Zhezi was grateful on the surface, but in his heart he thought that this guy was just worried about his attack. No matter how powerful the opponent was, they could only have seven half-dead people, while he had a dozen or so lively brothers.
Feng Zhezi's men left, and they ran straight towards Baishui County, smoking all the way. Looking at their backs in the distance, Chang Yu sighed, and Wang Fuchen also sighed: "I might as well have done this just now!"
Chang Yu shook his head: "We are indeed exhausted and injured. We may not be able to kill them all. As long as one person slips away, a large force will soon come to hunt us. But to deceive them at this time is to react badly." We should be back soon when it gets dark, and if it’s a bunch of idiots, we might be able to delay it until tomorrow.”
Not long after they arrived at the foot of Wulong Mountain, Chen Suole asked, "Should we go to the Emperor's Mausoleum to have a look?"
"What is there to see in the tomb of the dead? Besides, the imperial mausoleum is not here in Jinsu Mountain." Chang Yu pointed to the hilltop due west in the distance: "Where is it?" He added: "This place is less than thirty years away from Pucheng. We are here, the blockade must be tight and we may not be able to go any further. There are several mountains here with deep forests and lush grass. We can attack, retreat or defend, so let’s hide here."
Kuang Ren looked around and saw several villages in the distance: "Are these the descendants of the tombkeepers?"
"Maybe." Chang Yu looked at the green smoke curling up in the distance. It was already noon, so he asked Kuang Ren to lead four horses to the north, and Wang Fuchen led five horses to the south, creating traces that disturbed people's ears and eyes. The rest of the people walked into the mountain and carefully cleaned up the traces behind them. .
