"No." Yao Yao said simply. Her attitude was completely respectful and gentle, but her face was expressionless.
Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao. She had no expression on her face. She didn't even bother to blink her eyelids. Not to mention her beautiful smile, the word "unwilling" was written all over her body.
He was puzzled, gathered his cloak, and said calmly: "Let's go, we will spend the night in Hongyagou tonight."
The terrain of Hongyagou is extremely low. It is said that the gorge is actually a valley that is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle. There are rolling mountains on both sides. The flat official road winds in the valley. In the widest part of the valley, there is a dilapidated place. A small inn for people coming and going to rest.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, not a single soul could be seen on the official road. The dusk sun was gray and foggy in Hongyagou. The inn stood vaguely in the distance.
It was quiet in the valley, and the cold wind like a knife fell on my face. It hurt my face and made me feel chilled all over.
This kind of terrain is indeed the most suitable for setting up an ambush.
Han Changmu straightened his back and rode his horse through the mist, along the winding official road, straight to the inn.
He was not afraid of any ambush. On the contrary, he couldn't wait to find out who leaked his whereabouts and who was the spy in the governor's mansion.
He urged his horse to take a few steps back, and retreated to Qing Qian's side, keeping pace with her, and said with a gloomy face: "Be careful."
The horse's hooves stepped on the thick snow, making a slight crunching sound. This sound lingered in the empty valley, making the valley even more silent.
Qing Qian shrank her neck, raised her eyes to look at Han Changmu in fear, and involuntarily tightened her hands on the reins: "Master, Master?"
"Don't be afraid." Han Changmu patted Qingqian's hand, thought for a moment, stretched out his hand to hold her, took her to his horse, sat on her side, and whispered: "I'm here, it's okay."
Qing Qian turned sideways slightly, clung tightly to Han Changmu's waist, and uttered a low voice.
After passing through a narrow valley path, the vision suddenly opened up, and the whistling mountain wind also softened a bit, only lingering in the mountains with a low whine.
The rolling hills are covered with withered vegetation and covered with layers of snow. Occasionally, where the snow is thin, dark, rugged rocks are exposed.
The view here is wide and the snow-covered mountains are unobstructed. There is no place to hide people, and there is not even a single footprint on the white snow.
Han Changmu and his party entered Hongyagou without deliberately concealing their whereabouts. More than a dozen people urged the horses to gallop. The horses' hooves stepped on the snow and frozen ice, and the sound of clattering was like thunder, whirling in the valley.
But the strange thing is that no one came out to check at the inn. It was quiet all the time, without any movement, as if there was no one around.
Yao Yao urged his horse to catch up with Han Changmu, looked in the direction of the inn, his face darkened: "Sir, something is wrong with the inn."
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes and whispered: "I'll spend the night at the inn tonight to see what kind of monster it is."
Yao Yao looked at Han Changmu in surprise.
Is this person crazy? In such a dangerous place, shouldn't he rush out and drive all night?
Han Changmu noticed Yao Yao's gaze, raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "You are safe and sound in the hands of the Turks. It's no big deal for a few little devils."
Yao Yao choked and was speechless. He turned his horse's head to face the ten guards of the governor's office. He whispered a few words to the leader. The leader turned around and waved his whip a few times. The ten guards urged his horse. In front of you, form a neat queue.
Everyone looked solemn, and the subtle changes and movements around them all fell into their eyes and ears accurately.
The two soldiers at the front took out an arrow from the quiver on their legs, put it on the bow, and silently pulled the string.
The soldiers scattered around had their hands on the hilts of their swords.
Yao Yao was at the back, with his bow fully drawn and three feathered arrows set. The translucent filaments on his wrists were stretched straight, and they could be shot out in an instant.
Han Changmu followed the two soldiers, pressed Qing Qian's head, and whispered: "Lower your head, lie down lower."
Qing Qian shivered and quickly lowered her body, pressing against the horse's head, even her breathing became rapid due to nervousness.
The wind whistled past his ears, and the horse under his crotch was as fast as lightning, with the long sword lying in front of him. Han Changmu pursed his lips, and the two of them rushed forward at a galloping speed.
Hearing a "clang" sound, he suddenly raised his sword and knocked away the flying arrow.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound all around, and countless feather arrows flashed with a cold white light, shooting down from all directions.
The sound of cries was endless, and the sword in Han Changmu's hand kept knocking away the dense arrows. Occasionally, a fish slipped through the net and came towards his face with the cold wind. He tilted his head slightly, and the arrows flew past his ears. .
After a few breaths, Han Changmu had already passed through the dangerous place where the arrows were densest, and gradually approached the inn, and the rustling sound behind him also subsided unconsciously.
He reined in his horse and stood in front of the inn. The entire inn was pitch black without any light. The snow on the eaves and walls was extremely thick, and the snow in the yard was covered with messy footprints.
The two soldiers who were the first to arrive at the inn bowed and said, "Sir, we have seen it. Everyone in the inn is dead."
Han Changmu nodded solemnly and said nothing. This was expected. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He saw that Yao Yao and other soldiers had entered the mountains on both sides, and their figures turned into tiny black figures. point.
Qing Qian raised her head on the horse and said in surprise: "Master, what are Miss A Yao and the others?"
Han Changmu pursed his lips and said calmly, "It's okay, I'll be back soon."
It was completely dark at this time, with dark mountains undulating on the horizon, a looming cold moon dotting the deep sky, and a bright pale cold light emitting from the snow.
The four of them, Han Changmu, had already dismounted, and without burning lamps, they each found a dark place to take shelter.
There was deathly silence all around, except for the occasional short scream, sharp and miserable.
Qing Qian's scalp felt numb when she heard it, fine goose bumps appeared on her arms, and she felt cold all over.
Han Changmu stood with his hands behind his hands in the night, his dark cloak fluttering in the wind and making a hunting sound.
I don't know how long it took, but the wind carried the smell of blood and hit my face, and the sound of horse hoofbeats came quickly.
There was a lamp on the horse that was rushing forward. The night wind blew and the bright lamp swayed gracefully, casting a huge black shadow on the ground.
Seeing the familiar and strange lantern, Han Changmu's tight heartstrings suddenly relaxed. He hurried forward to meet it, but there was no emotion on his face. He said calmly: "What's wrong?"
Yao Yao turned over and dismounted, pulled the two men lying on the horse down and threw them to the ground. He took a breath and said calmly: "I caught two alive and the other eight are dead. According to your instructions, we specially Let one alive go back and report the news."
Han Changmu nodded, pinched the chin of one of them, and looked at him: "The fangs are all beaten."
Yao Yao nodded: "Yes, they were all knocked out."
Han Changmu saw the blood flowers on Yao Yao's clothes. He was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "Are you injured?"
Only then did Yao Yao notice the blood on his clothes, patted it with his hand, and smiled lightly: "It's someone else's."
Han Changmu grinned and asked, "Are there any other casualties?"
Yao Yao nodded: "One person was seriously injured and two were slightly injured."
Han Changmu stared intently at the dark inn and ordered in a low voice: "It will take some time for them to go back to report. I will interrogate these two people. You and Qing Qian will deal with the injured people together and make some hot meals. At the latest There will be another fierce battle tomorrow morning.”
Yao Yao agreed to the matter very happily and led his soldiers into the inn.
Han Changmu dragged the two men into another room.
The room was filled with a cold breath and a bit of an unpleasant odor.
He lit two lamps, and the dim candlelight illuminated half of the room.
There were several people piled on the kang in this room, their bodies stiff, and the blood on them had dried. The lingering smell was the smell of blood mixed with the corpses.
In such a cold winter, the body can be preserved for a long time without decaying.
These people had been frozen for a long time, and their bodies were covered with a thin layer of ice mixed with blood. Their faces were sallow and sallow, and there was a thumb-sized blood hole in their chests, where the blood had condensed.
Killed in one blow, without any trace of struggle or resistance, it was the work of a master.
After Han Changmu carefully looked through several corpses, he wiped off the floating dust on the bed, lifted his robe and sat down, raised his chin towards the two people paralyzed on the ground: "Let's see, do you want to be like them, or do you want to be like them?" I want to get out alive.”
It is human nature to be afraid of death, not to mention facing several corpses that died in miserable conditions in the wilderness. Neither of these two people are strong-willed. After hearing Han Changmu's words, he rushed to ask: "Are you willing to let go?" us?"
Han Changmu said sarcastically: "Then it depends on what you said?"
The two looked at each other, their hearts sank, and asked in unison: "What do you want to know?"
Han Changmu flicked his fingers, his expression indifferent and cold: "Then, I will ask you questions one by one. You should think clearly before you answer. Think clearly whether you want to die or live."
He is a veteran in torture and interrogation. He has been on the battlefield and immersed in official circles for more than ten years. He has a murderous intention that is not angry and self-defeating. This killing intention may not be a concern when facing someone who is equally fierce and scheming, but against For ordinary people, it is enough to make people tremble with fear and make them break into cold sweats.
The two saw murderous intent in Han Changmu's eyes, and fear in each other's eyes. They did not dare to hesitate any more and said "ok" in unison.
This inn is backed by mountains. It was built by the previous dynasty. After nearly a hundred years of wind and rain erosion, it has not been well repaired. The entire inn is in a state of dilapidation.
There were only three rooms in the inn. There was a stove built against the wall in the yard, and next to the stove was the stable.
