Yao Yao looked at the sky speechlessly, what kind of idioms could he use with a wolf? This wolf has never attended nine years of compulsory education. Can it understand such a formal language?
She shook the other little wolf in her hand and said simply: "I let this little wolf go. You let us go and stop chasing us."
The gray wolf looked up at the battle situation not far away. There were not many wolves left in the pack. It lowered its head again and looked at Han Changmu. Its long scarlet tongue drooped out and its fangs were sharpened again.
Han Changmu slowly tightened his grip on the sword.
Yao Yao continued: "We will no longer hunt you, and you will no longer hunt us."
Xie Mengxia listened to Yao Yao's lively chat with a wolf, and became interested, so he interjected: "It's just that wolf meat doesn't taste good, and I don't like eating it either. Why should I kill you?"
The gray wolf suddenly turned its head, its green wolf eyes flashed sinisterly, making Xie Mengxia tremble.
The gray wolf slowly let go of Han Changmu and jumped to the side, but did not go far. He just stared at Yao Yao with his wolf eyes.
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and slowly placed the little wolf cub on the ground.
The gray wolf's green wolf eyes seemed to narrow for a moment, and suddenly it let out a long howl.
Han Changmu got up from the ground in a hurry, with the sword lying horizontally in front of him, his shoulder was bloody and bloody, and blood kept seeping out of his clothes and dripping on the ground.
When the wolves who were fighting with the garrison heard this howl, they jumped up one after another, gathered around the gray wolf, and formed a circle, surrounding the two cubs.
The gray wolf stretched out his tongue and licked the cub. The wolf looked at the wolf's legs and then turned to look at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao waved his hands repeatedly and said with a wry smile: "I didn't do this. I was kind enough to wrap it up for them. Don't accuse a good person unjustly."
The gray wolf ignored Yao Yao and continued to lick the cub.
Han Changmu smiled, walked to Yao Yao with his sword in hand, took out a bottle of wound medicine from the bag, threw it into the wolves, turned around and retreated to the garrison, got on his horse, and said hello: "Let's go back."
The garrison troops mounted their horses one after another and carefully rode their horses past the wolves, but the wolves did not catch up.
It was not until this moment that the garrison troops truly believed that this crisis had been resolved.
The group of people galloped on horseback and walked among the yellow sand in the sky. The red sun gradually rose, shining on the gray yellow sand like red gold.
Along the way, the blood on Han Changmu's shoulder started to flow more and more. Yao Yao caught up with him and raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, let us all rest for a while. Someone in the garrison is injured. It's better to stop and take care of the wound."
Han Changmu turned his head and glanced.
After fighting desperately all night, the garrison soldiers were also extremely tired. After narrowly escaping from death, the garrison soldier's face was pale, his hair was messy, and he was dangling on the horse. He was as embarrassed as a defeated soldier, and he was really walking away. Not fast.
He nodded: "Okay, just rest for half a day before leaving."
The group of people found a place leeward and took stock of their luggage. All the cold-proof clothes were used to light the bonfire, but fortunately the food, grass and water were still there, so not much was lost.
The garrison men took care of the wounds, lit a fire and set up a pot, cooked some hot soup, heated some flax cakes, and served hot morning meals to keep out the cold.
Yao Yao looked at Han Changmu's black Hufu and felt wet. He sighed and said, "Sir, let me have someone bandage your wound."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "All the garrison soldiers are injured and their actions are not so neat. It's up to you to do it."
Yao Yao took a deep breath, tried his best to hold back his anger, and moved as gently as possible, taking off Han Changmu's shirt, revealing the hideous wounds and hideous back.
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment. She didn't know what Han Changmu had gone through. His back was covered with scars of different shades, some light white and some light brown.
A large piece of flesh on his shoulder was torn off by the gray wolf. The wound was as big as a bowl, dripping with blood, and the bones were visible deep inside.
The pain was so severe that half of his body was so stiff that he couldn't even lift his fingertips.
Yao Yao took another deep breath and sprinkled the knife wound medicine from the Beiya Forbidden Army on the wound.
She saw Han Changmu shaking violently and beads of sweat oozing out from his back. Her heart felt a dull pain, so she asked with concern: "Master, the wound is very deep. Please bear with the pain."
Han Changmu nodded, his teeth trembling: "I'm fine, you can bandage it."
Yao Yao was wrapped with fine white cotton cloth in circles, neatly and properly.
Xie Mengxia came closer, looked at the blood seeping out of the fine white cotton cloth, and clicked his tongue. The words were clearly concerned, but there was a hint of sarcasm in them: "Jiuzhao, I'm afraid you'll have to recover from this injury for more than half a year. Well, I brought a lot of tonics, and when I get back to Fifth Feng, I will give them to you to replenish your health."
Han Changmu smiled calmly and indifferently: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am ashamed that I cannot bear it."
He turned to look at Yao Yao. She had a resolute look on her face, her apricot eyes were round and bright, and her gaze was deep. She was like a dusty pearl.
He glanced at her and asked gently: "How are you? You are injured."
Yao Yao curled his lips and smiled: "I'm so smart, how could I get hurt?"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, half-smiling: "You mean, I got hurt because I was stupid?"
"..." Yao Yao was speechless.
After finishing the steaming food, Han Changmu called the garrison over and asked about the current situation.
The garrison bowed and said: "Sir, we have enough food, grass and water for one day. This place is not too far from the Fifth Beacon. It's just that we are all injured and we are tired and we are short of horses. I'm afraid we can't walk fast."
Han Changmu nodded, let alone anyone else, even he couldn't walk fast.
He asked in a deep voice: "With my current leg strength, how long will it take for me to reach the fifth beacon?"
The garrison said: "If we find a place to rest tonight, we can walk faster tomorrow, and we can reach the fifth beacon at noon tomorrow."
Han Changmu thought intently. He led his men and horses to chase the wolves last night. He didn't even notice how far he had gone. He didn't expect that he was already so far away from the fifth beacon.
He spoke slowly: "There is still water nearby."
The garrison thought for a moment, determined the current position and direction, and looked at the undulating sandy slopes in the distance: "About half a day's journey from here, there is an abandoned village. There is a spring in the village. It was there a year ago. There is water, but I don’t know about it now.” He paused slightly and said, “That village is also on the way back to the Fifth Beacon, so it’s not a detour.”
Han Changmu composed his mind and said: "Then rest for a while, and then we will set off to the water source."
The red sun is getting higher and higher, and the sun is shining brightly on the yellow sand. A team of horses walks on the edge of the undulating sand dunes, with graceful silhouettes.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao rode side by side, turned to look at Xie Mengxia who was riding the same horse as He Cai, and asked Yao Yao with a smile: "How do you know that wolf can understand human language?"
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows: "I don't know."
"You don't know." Han Changmu was stunned: "Then how did you think of threatening it with a little wolf?"
"I guessed it." Yao Yao smiled: "Just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."
Han Changmu pursed his lips: "What if you guessed wrong."
Yao Yao smiled even more happily: "Then I have no choice but to feed the wolf to the young master."
"..."
Yao Yao looked at Han Changmu with a smile.
Damn, it's not enough for him to order people around.
Xie Mengxia slowly urged his horse to come closer, looked at Yao Yao and said with a smile: "A Yao, are you the maid of Jiuchao? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Yao Yao pursed his lips, admiring Xie Mengxia's ability to chat to death as soon as he opened his mouth.
Han Changmu laughed loudly when he heard this and said: "It is exactly what His Highness said, I intend to buy A Yao as a maid."
Yao Yao curled his lips and rolled his eyes secretly.
Xie Mengxia said "Oh" and said with a smile: "This is a good relationship. I paid for A Yao's money for selling herself."
Yao Yao frowned and grunted, gave Han Changmu a vicious glare, and silently moved his lips: "Who wants to sell you as a maid? I don't lack money."
Han Changmu understood Yao Yao's lips and gave a rare smile: "A Yao, are you sure you are not short of money?"
Yao Yao stood up and ignored the two men who were joking, and urged his horse to walk away.
Wandering, watching the sun reach its peak, the garrison explored the way ahead, turned back and saluted, "Sir, we are almost there."
Han Changmu nodded and ordered the garrison troops to speed up and arrive at the village at noon.
Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, a dark ink dot suddenly appeared in the high blue sky. It shot out very fast and disappeared behind the gray-white clouds in an instant.
Han Changmu's expression changed slightly. Before he could speak, the black dot shot down from behind the clouds and approached the cavalry. After a sharp neigh, it flapped its wings violently and flew away in the air.
The garrison troops immediately became panicked. They had all been guarding the border for many years, and they all knew what the appearance of the goshawk meant. Without thinking too much, they urged their horses to move quickly.
Unexpectedly, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves not far away, and billowing sand and fog were set off, hitting them head on.
"Turks, Turks." The garrison pointed at the dark group of people in the distance and shouted in horror.
Han Changmu's heart sank. There were ten Turks in this group. They were all tall and powerful, with brown hair and deep eyes, broadswords and long bows. They looked extremely strong.
On the other hand, there were only eight or nine of them, and they were all exhausted. If they were hit head-on like this, it would be difficult for them to survive.
The Turks had obviously discovered Han Changmu and others. They screamed excitedly and urged their horses to meet them.
The garrison troops panicked for a moment, and then the leader rushed to Han Changmu's side and whispered: "Sir, we will try our best to hold back the Turks. You can protect His Highness the King of Han and rush to the village to take shelter temporarily."
Without waiting for Han Changmu to speak, the garrison troops faced the Turks without fear.
Han Changmu felt a dull pain in his heart and gave Yao Yao a few instructions.
Yao Yao's expression changed slightly, he nodded solemnly, pulled Xie Mengxia over, put him on the horse, and rushed over without hesitation.
The Turkic people's blades fell, but they were all bounced away by Han Changmu.
But in the blink of an eye, the two of them turned into a small black dot.
Han Changmu and six garrison soldiers fell into the siege of the Turks, and blood splattered everywhere.
