This is not enough.
But Zhao Zheng was never easy to fool. In such a crisis-ridden Zhao Palace, where he hated the Qin people, he was able to survive without losing his limbs.
This shows that he has enough insight into people's hearts.
What's more, the behavior of Fan Yuqi, who took him back to China, showed a vicious and ruffian attitude. Zhao Zheng had already been on guard when he asked Baitao who he was.
This was also the reason why he had to hold Baitao tightly all the way.
He was afraid that if he was not careful, Fan Yuqi would steal the white peach, and he was also afraid that Fan Yuqi would come and snatch it from him.
Hiding his thoughts deep in his heart, Zhao Zheng said coldly, "Fan Yuqi, if she dies, I will die. If she lives, I will live. If I am evil, how can you apologize to my father?"
He emphasized the word "father and king" to remind him of his identity as a prince.
Fan Yuqi said with a ferocious smile: "Okay, okay! Gong Zizheng, let's see if you can still have such loyalty in a life-or-death situation!"
After saying that, he grabbed Zhao Zheng's collar: "Little boy! Can you know how to ride a horse?"
"meeting!"
"Okay! I'm from Qin, so I'll see you immediately!"
"咻咻咻——"
Continuous arrows tore through the air and shot towards the pedestrians, falling from the head like a heavy rain.
This group of barbarians was huge in number and was attacking from a pincer. They seemed to have come prepared. It must be King Zhao who was behind them.
Fan Yuqi said "poof": a group of turtle grandsons on horseback are still lingering.
Zhao Ji was also dragged out of the carriage. Because she had been in fear for a long time, her madness broke out again. She stretched out her long fingertips to scratch Fan Yuqi's face, "Zi Chu, are you going to lose yourself again?" Get off me, don’t you! You heartless man, you returned to Qin to marry a wife and have a child. What about me, Zhao Ji, who accompanied you through hardships in Zhao? Where am I?! Ah!”
There was no way to avoid those fingertips that were attacking your head and face.
Fan Yuqi accepted it abruptly: Bah! unlucky.
He threw the skinny woman on the back of the dead soldier's horse, "You will be rewarded for your merit in the escort. If not, huh, I'll take your heads when I go back!"
The dead soldiers shouted in unison: "Yes! General!"
Fan Yuqi stayed on the carriage, and there was a dead man driving beside him.
There were quite a few people on this carriage. The group of barbarians with dog noses could tell by looking at the depth of the wheel marks that he was as strong as a bull.
"Run fast and draw their attention away!"
"Yes, General!"
The Xiongnu who were chasing after them saw the chariot wheel marks and the messy horse hoof marks, and they split into two groups.
As a result, the pressure on Zhao Zheng and his party suddenly dropped a lot, but there is an old saying in the desert that there is a season when the beggar blooms, but no one knows when the horse thieves will arrive.
This group of barbarians has made countless plunders and is very ferocious. Moreover, if you compete with them in a chase, you are using your own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths, which is tantamount to hurling an egg against a stone.
The next step is to try your luck.
Maybe it's more than just luck.
They were all a group of dead soldiers who could only obey orders and request orders. Zhao Zheng, who was surrounded by them, became the giver of orders.
The horse stepped down onto the plain. Zhao Zheng looked calmly and saw a snow-capped mountain jungle within dozens of miles.
"One person went to the west and south to move reinforcements, while the others lured the barbarians into the jungle, forced them to dismount, and fought them in close combat."
"Yes, sir!"
It is indeed a good idea. The road conditions in the snow-capped mountains and jungles are much more complicated than on the plains. There are misaligned branches everywhere, ice dripping down, and the snow can cover half of a horse's legs, making it difficult for people to ride on them. You have to bend down when riding a horse.
Regardless of whether your equestrian skills are as good as grandma's, if you want to enter, you must dismount.
Otherwise, you have to take a walk to grandma's house.
As expected, the group of gnashing barbarians reined in their horses and stopped. They had red hair and blue eyes, deep eyes and high noses. The forehead that had been tanned in the desert actually glowed darkly under the sunlight.
The leader said in nonsense: "We have been chasing for so long and still haven't caught up. Could it be that the goddess is protecting them?"
"There is only one goddess. She protects us Hu people. What does it have to do with these Han people!" someone retorted.
"Should we pursue it or not?"
"Prince Zhao once said that if you want to see a person alive or a corpse, you can get two hundred women and more than ten boxes of gold and silver treasures by killing a kid. With these, everyone will hold women in their arms and drink kumis in the winter, and they will starve to death. , what are you afraid of! Chase, must chase!"
"Okay! After you finish this job, go back and reward the woman!"
This group of barbarians picked up their machetes, got off their horses, and followed the footprints through the snowy forest.
They relied on their own number of more than 30 people, and the opponent only had seven dead soldiers, so they were blindly confident. Unexpectedly, they underestimated the enemy. Whether the enemy is weak and we are strong, or the enemy is outnumbered and we are numerous, this is a taboo for military strategists.
This must be a very painful decision.
But the burning civilization of the Hu people cannot support their wise decision-making, and it makes them unable to understand the strategies that these Han people have already read and understood thoroughly.
Zhao Zheng wrapped the sleeping Baitao in a big cloak, carefully placed it next to the broken dead wood, and hid it with snow.
The dead soldier next to him threw a long sword to him. He held it tightly and blocked it in front of him.
This was his first actual combat, or first real resistance.
He has been living in the HD market since he was a child, and his mother abandoned him like a shoe.
Whenever she had a conflict with other Zhao people, no matter whether he could fight or not, Zhao Ji would just scold him, Zhao Zheng, don't stir up trouble.
Don't stir up trouble, be patient.
Because the current situation did not allow it, Zhao Zheng could only endure the harshness, but from now on, he would no longer tolerate unwarranted suffering.
No matter what, he must win this time.
Zhao Zheng followed the dead soldiers around him and lay in ambush in the snowdrift. They were all the elites of the Qin State. They could not only travel a hundred miles a day, and fight one against ten without any problem, but they could also adapt to various climates.
Not far away, Zhao Ji was guarded by a dead man behind her. She also knew that the situation was urgent, so she woke up a lot and gritted her teeth and did not dare to move.
"Woooooooo-" A strong wind blew in the snow forest.
The situation suddenly became worse, and there was a blizzard. The flying snow was like a knife blade, scraping on people's cheeks, wishing to scrape off a layer of skin.
Time passes slowly.
Zhao Ji was the first to be so cold that she couldn't hold on. She was shivering uncontrollably and her ears couldn't feel anything, as if they were about to freeze off.
She bit her tongue and saw a Hu Bing walking next to him. The Hu Bing's eyes were half-squinted due to the snow. Even if he squinted, his eyes were extremely cruel, the eyes of a very vicious person.
He turned his head in Zhao Ji's direction.
"ah!"
Zhao Ji staggered in fright and shouted.
"brush--"
Hu Bing reacted so quickly. Almost at the same time, regardless of whether he saw it clearly or not, he swung the hidden weapon in his hand towards Zhao Ji.
"Pfft."
The dead man moved forward desperately to protect Zhao Ji from fatal injuries. The hidden weapon was poisoned, and the dead man died immediately.
Six of the seven dead soldiers were left, and they had to protect Zhao Ji and Zhao Zheng in the snowstorm. The situation began to become serious.
But there is no way, there is no way out.
Seeing that they were exposed, the dormant dead soldiers jumped up one after another and attacked more than a dozen Hu soldiers from behind. The Hu soldiers who reacted immediately entangled them wholeheartedly.
"Zheng—"
Hu Dao versus Long Sword, the fight began, and howls rang out from the snowy mountains.
But the dead soldiers couldn't entangle them wholeheartedly. They also had to protect Zhao Ji, who was screaming and shouting without the strength to restrain the chicken. However, Zhao Zheng's nimble skills could also help a lot, which made them relieved.
From a sneak attack to a head-on interception.
Each of the Hu soldiers' attacks became more vicious than the last. If they were defeated this time, their lives would be lost. Their wives, children, and children might not survive this winter.
So they were all lifeless killings.
"Brothers, just kill that little brat! Kill him!" Hu Bing shouted miserably.
The dead soldiers also tried their best, but in the end they were a little clumsy. Seeing that the situation was not good, they protected Zhao Ji and Zhao Zheng and said: "Sir! Madam! Run!"
Zhao Zheng was also furious. He suffered two cuts on his arm and a knife in his abdomen. The pain was so painful that he was almost numb.
In this case, he still had to take the unconscious Baitao out of the snowdrift and hold him in his arms, "Let's go!"
In this case, do you still need to bring a burden?
The dead soldiers were extremely puzzled by Gong Zizheng's behavior, but they could not dissuade him. They could only protect him while retreating, "Young Master, whether you can survive or not depends on fate."
Destiny?
Zhao Zheng has never believed in heaven or fate. At this moment, the blizzard in the snow forest became even worse, and all the scenes in front of him seemed to be destroyed and cut into jagged shapes.
The wind roared like a charge, so arrogant that it seemed like it was going to blow everyone away.
Zhao Zheng was originally a young man. He had just exhausted his energy and lost too much blood. Now he was even more unsteady. He was blown to the ground by the wind and snow and rolled downhill.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Even the shouts were scattered by the blizzard, and they were indistinguishable from a distance.
