Wang Xiaosong has experienced the speed of life and death, so he is timid and trembling.
The young man next to him, Yang Zhi, even picked up his life from the pile of corpses. Looking around, he felt that there were Tartars everywhere, and there were swords and swords everywhere.
The two of them just hugged each other and called each other mother.
In order to alleviate the fear in his heart, Wang Xiaosong took the initiative to ask, "Why are you called Yang Zhi? Isn't that a girl's name?"
Yang Zhi was obviously even sadder, "My mother said that a girl's name is easy to make a living on."
He really needs to be well fed, because he no longer has a mother and can only support himself.
The air was suddenly filled with sadness, and Wang Xiaosong shut his mouth and chose to continue looking forward in fear.
As the old saying goes, the more you fear, the more you will get.
Just as the carriage was sprinting at full speed, a Tatar on horseback flashed past to the left.
Wang Xiaosong's heart suddenly rose and he pointed forward with a "ho ho" sound. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
Yang Zhi's eyes were red, and he called up another long-term worker who was resting in the carriage, and he was on full alert.
Everyone is on tenterhooks.
I hope the Tartars don't see them, I hope they are dazzled.
Until more and more hoofbeats sounded.
Wang Xiaosong was almost out of strength, his hands were shaking and he couldn't hold the reins, and fear, tension, fear and worry flashed through his heart.
Only I have no regrets.
Because this road has to be walked all the time. If he doesn't take it, someone will take it. If he doesn't meet the Tartars, someone will meet him.
The more intensive the sound of the horse's hooves behind him became, the calmer Wang Xiaosong became. He tightened his grip on the reins and tightened it the moment the horse's hooves overtook him.
The horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and then lowered them.
As a subject of the Dayu Dynasty, since he is destined to die under the sword of the Tartars, he cannot die in vain and cannot waste his life.
He wanted to hit him hard with his chariot and horse.
Take away one to win one, take away two to win a pair.
Soon after, Wang Xiaosong gathered his strength and was about to rush over.
A heroic figure rode up to him on horseback, frowning and said, "Xiaosong, it's me."
It turned out to be the third young master Fang Heng who personally led the team to meet him.
Wang Xiaosong immediately gave up his strength, crying with snot and tears flying everywhere, "Third Young Master, you are finally here. I was scared to death just now. There are so many people chasing us, so many Tartars."
Yang Zhi sobbed and nodded beside him.
Fang Heng pursed his lips and said nothing, but Jiang Yi couldn't help but said, "Xiao Song, did you misunderstand something? It was us just now."
"Yes, the more I chase you, the faster I run. Fortunately we are riding horses, otherwise we wouldn't be able to follow you to the end of the world." Jiang Ba patted his chest.
Wang Xiaosong, "..."
So he was dazzled just now? I read it wrong?
But it was obvious that he was a Tatar, wearing a robe, tall and mighty, and fundamentally different from the slender and straight men of the Dayu Dynasty.
"It must be dazzling." Jiang Yiyi said, "It's good to be cautious, but you can't be so cautious. We have been chasing him for a long time."
"Yes." Jiang Liu rarely interrupted.
Even Wang Xiaosong burst into laughter, thinking that he had made a mistake.
Until Fang Heng frowned and said, "Maybe it is true."
The scene became solemn for an instant. Yang Zhi shrank behind Wang Xiaosong in fear, and even his breathing was temporarily interrupted.
"What the captain means is that there really was a Tartar before us, but they retreated later?" Jiang Wu speculated aloud.
Fang Heng nodded slowly.
Marchers make good use of sentries, usually to explore the road ahead and return immediately to report any situation, which can minimize losses and avoid traps.
The Tartar just now was probably the sentinel of the small unit. He was originally targeting Wang Xiaosong and others, but because Fang Heng brought people over, he had no choice but to retreat.
This shows that their small unit has very few manpower, and it also shows that Zheng Ruqian's suggestion of sending people from the military camp to greet them was the right decision.
Wang Xiaosong decided to kowtow to his employer when he went back.
"This road is no longer safe." Fang Heng analyzed, "The Tartars have seen you here once, and I'm afraid they will come here a second time."
If he was not so lucky to see the marchers before the Tartars, the people and goods would have been killed.
"Captain, since there are few of them, let's find a way to kill them. This is the most convenient way recently." Jiang Yi yelled.
Jiang Er glared at him, "Even the sentries have escaped, how can we find them?"
If the Tartars could be found so easily, the Dayu Dynasty would not have been able to quell the war for decades.
But they can ask the Tartars to come over.
Fang Heng turned his eyes and focused on the three long-term workers who were shaking into a sieve.
It is not that traps have not been set up in military camps before. Trapping horses and traps are common methods. Luring the enemy deep and empty city tactics have also been used.
Over time, the Tartars also learned to be cunning. If something goes wrong, they will retreat. They will not fight you. Only when they observe the passers-by who are real traders will they gather together to kill people and steal goods.
For example, the three Wang Xiaosong people at this moment.
The Tartars did not know the relationship between the two parties, nor did they know that the meat inside was sent to the military camp. In normal thinking, marchers who met merchants would only escort them to a resting point and then leave.
It's April. According to previous years' practice, the large Tartar troops will retreat from the border in May. Before then, they will often kill, burn and loot more crazily to ensure their rations for the year.
Fang Heng bet that the Tartars had not really left, that the Tartar sentries were still following them in the distance, that they were greedy for this carload of meat.
He glanced at Jiang Wu and others.
After a long period of practice, the master and servant have a spiritual connection, and they immediately understand the meaning.
Jiang Wu took two smaller ones, Jiang Qi and Jiang Ba, and hid in the carriage. The others escorted them while discussing with Wang Xiaosong and others.
"With Jiang Wu and the others protecting you, you will not be in danger, but you may be killed." Fang Heng said solemnly, "If you don't want to, take off the meat when you get to the resting point and change the clothes to Jiang Wu and the others. "
It's just that substituting people may scare away the Tartars, and all previous efforts will be wasted. This road still cannot be taken.
And finding a new path means new dangers and new explorations.
Wang Xiaosong's big eyes moved back and forth, obviously not knowing how to make a decision.
But Yang Zhi, who was trembling behind him, stood up and said, "I do."
Only those who have experienced brutal killing know how satisfying it is to be able to kill the Tartars.
Even if it may be life-threatening.
"Brother Wang." Yang Zhi said seriously, "You can wait at the resting point while I go alone. I can do it. I'm not afraid."
But he is only a fourteen-year-old boy.
Wang Xiaosong suddenly felt that he was worthy of being a eldest brother at the age of seventeen or eighteen. He remembered his duty to protect his employer without hesitation, and then remembered his calmness and composure when he decided to fight the Tartars.
Why can only courage be inspired by encountering things? Why can't he be a brave person?
Isn't it just to act as a trap bait? Fourteen-year-old Yang Zhi can do it, and so can seventeen-year-old Wang Xiaosong!
"Okay! I'll go!" He made the most heroic voice in his history.
