Shouldn't you run?
Why are you still following me? What is the difference between a small fish automatically biting the hook?
Baitao turned to look at Zhao Zheng, and saw that the expression on his face was like a fully-charged bow.
When Zhao Zheng saw her big, watery eyes, he pursed his lips into a smile, and the pale and sharp face became warmer, "Taotao, let's go."
Baitao put her hand in his wounded palm, and Zhao Zheng held it tightly.
The two of them walked hand in hand, which made tracking more difficult, but Zhao Zheng was not afraid of danger. He was only afraid that Baitao would be standing behind him and she would be lost if he was not careful.
The huts are very close to each other.
There were some human-made footprints between the two huts, half a palm long, perhaps made by previous villagers, but the most obvious one was left by the old man just now.
There were no traces of the cane in the snow.
Sure enough.
Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes and led Baitao around from the other side of the hut.
The old man in front no longer used a cane, nor did he walk tremblingly. Instead, he walked as fast as flying in the snow, and soon he and Zhao Zheng and Baitao were far away from each other.
But that's good, the footsteps of Zhao Zheng and Baitao are at least difficult to detect in the wind.
The old man only wanted to go fast, not going in circles, nor basically walking straight forward.
When he reached a hut, the old man looked back, as if he was looking at some malicious follower. When he saw no one, he pushed the door open and went in.
At the same time, the firewood door is tightly closed.
Baitao was still holding Zhao Zheng's waist to hide, and Zhao Zheng touched her head, "Let's go, follow her."
This time he did not hold her hand, but quickly ran to the hut in front of the hut.
There were three horses tied in the thatched hut. Horses were always scarce during military wars. It was already very difficult for this small village to have three horses left in the winter, even though the three horses were skinny and lacked energy. It's so good, I didn't react at all when I saw the visitor.
Zhao Zheng didn't know that this was caused by Baitao, a vixen, using fox skills behind the scenes.
The horse had been tied here for many days, and it was already sluggish. Now it was even more ingested and motionless. Even if it was slaughtered, it would have no reaction.
The dagger held by Zhao Zheng turned over.
He was bending over and cutting the reins from the hitching post.
Baitao followed up with short legs. She knew he was going to let the horses run away. For the barbarians on horseback, being without horses was like birds without wings.
What's more, in Qin's territory, there is no way to escape to the desert in the winter. When the ice melts in spring, as long as Qin soldiers come to patrol, these barbarians will have no choice but to be killed.
She felt that if she stayed with Zhao Zheng for a long time, she could guess his thoughts.
Baitao wanted to flick his tail.
The barbarians in the thatched house were chattering in their native language, just like sparrows. Listening to the sound, I heard four people, followed by cheers and claps on the table, and the sound of getting up again.
Footsteps approach.
Zhao Zheng only cut one strip. He seemed to have heard the movement in the house, so he didn't cut any more. He picked up the white peach and got on the horse.
"Clang-"
The Chaimen was pushed open with great force, shook twice, and made an extremely shocking sound.
The leader of the old man was horrified when he saw Zhao Zheng appearing in front of the hut. He showed an expression that he wanted to eat Zhao Zheng alive, "That's him! Mr. Zheng of Qin! As long as he is released back to the country, the king of Qin will definitely come to set fire to the border of Zhao." In the flames of war, we cannot let him go back!"
The four blond and blue-eyed Hu people could not understand Zhao Guohua.
But they had seen Gong Zizheng, and they saw the young boy riding on the horse, looking like a bunch of dogs smelling meat, biting at him with fierce eyes.
They drew the scimitars from their waists.
In the flash of cold light, Zhao Zheng clamped his horse's belly and pointed his sleeves at them. They reacted very quickly and swung their scimitars left and right in an attempt to resist.
"drive!"
"Whoosh-whoosh-"
The sword and arrow had no intention of shooting them. With two muffled sounds that penetrated the flesh, the two skinny horses were attacked and fell to the ground.
The arrow was a short arrow and was not considered a serious injury.
But this horse is not a good horse. It would be extremely difficult to survive in this cold village with a lack of food and grass.
The Hu people had no horses, so Zhao Zheng and Baitao lost a large distance to them in an instant.
The barbarians following behind were out of breath, with unwilling flames dancing in their eyes. One of the barbarians tore off the bone chain from his neck and threw it to the ground, "Damn it, he knows how to descend into the Nine Netherworld." Bloody Hell, turned into dust!”
"Chief, the urgent matter now is that we should quickly find a way to return to the tribe."
....
Zhao Zheng led Baitao towards the southwest. If he walked on foot, he would have to go all the way to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, but the process of getting the horse was greatly accelerated. The journey was not fast but smooth.
Zhao Zheng didn't say much along the way, except to comfort Baitao in his arms.
He thinks when he is in danger, and even more so when there is no danger.
How Baitao figured it out? He would sometimes rein in his horse and look at the mountains in the distance, surveying like an unripe eagle, making the fastest and most correct decision in a short period of time.
Baitao just followed him obediently, without thinking or looking at anything else. Not to mention blindly guessing what he was thinking. I guessed wrong before when we were in the barbarian's thatched hut.
It is conceivable that Zhao Zhengxin is like a needle under the sea.
It’s hard to catch.
Zhao Zheng said: "Taotao, it may be dangerous to enter the city later."
Baitao sat on his chest, and the cold wind blew in her face, making her unable to open her eyes. She didn't really want to speak, so she just nodded her head, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
You are right.
Qin's border town soon arrived.
A line of soldiers patrolling in armor stood on the border city, and the flag with the word "Qin" erected was still fluttering in the wind.
There are white characters on a black background, and a black bird pattern is drawn. The Qin State advocates the virtue of water, and they are all dressed in black. This is clearly different from the Zhao State, which advocates the virtue of fire, and wears red.
Is it water that extinguishes fire, or fire that overcomes water?
Only by launching a war to destroy the country can we see the outcome.
It was bitterly cold at the border, and the faces of the Qin generals guarding the city were covered with wind and frost, and their portrait features were actually similar to those of the Zhao people. After all, Qin and Zhao had the same ancestry and the same origin, and they also had a very important common characteristic.
I just wish that the other party would die completely and not be an eyesore.
I don't know if it was because the war was about to start again, but the interrogation at the city gate was extremely strict. Baitao wiped his face dark, and followed Zhao Zheng, who was also dark, and slipped into a group of merchants, fishing in troubled waters.
Firstly, I came because I wanted to go into the city.
Secondly, we still don’t know that there are Hu people or hidden Zhao people.
The team in front moved very slowly. The Qin soldiers first had to check the goods and money, and then asked where they came from and where they were going. The last step was to search themselves.
"Walk!"
"Next."
Every time the soldiers in front said something, the team behind them pushed forward like a swarm.
Baitao felt fine. She was a small ball, and she was not afraid of being stepped on when she stayed in Zhao Zheng's arms. It was just because of Zhao Zheng's hard work that the little boy had grown taller, but his stature was still thin, and his shoulder blades could not move due to being squeezed.
"Boy, you have good strength."
Suddenly, a black and chapped hand patted Zhao Zheng's shoulder.
Baitao looked up and saw that the people who had been staying behind had squeezed in at some point.
He is a middle-aged man. His smoky skin is terrifyingly dark, and his eyes are a bit fierce because of the black color.
The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Others don't think there's anything special about Brother's silver hair. But among so many different people, Baitao noticed the dark one.
After all, it’s eye-catching.
Suddenly, as soon as he finished speaking, the black-faced man pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his waist in his right hand.
Pointing directly at Zhao Zheng's chest.
There are human walls in all directions here. Even if Zhao Zheng saw them, he would be as unstable as the fish on the chopping board.
Baitao felt something bad, her eyes bulged with thin lines, she jumped up and grabbed the black-faced man's hand, opened her mouth and bit it.
The collision of the fox teeth on the upper jaw and the fox teeth on the lower jaw is such an amazing bite force.
"Crack."
The sound of bone cracking that made people feel numb.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The dagger fell to the ground, and the black-faced man twisted his face and howled like a pig, making the listener feel the pain.
The crowd rioted, like the rising tide of the sea, creating waves.
"what happened?"
"Has someone been attacked or stepped on? Damn, it sounds so painful."
Zhao Zheng knew that Baitao had saved him. When the crowd was rioting, he ignored the black-faced man for the time being. He picked up Baitao and held him in his arms, squeezing him as far as he could.
"What happened! What's the noise behind?"
"Ouch, don't squeeze me, you're stepping on my shoes."
"Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze your butt!"
"Nonsense, I can't even move!"
The Qin general in front had a solemn look on his face. He drew out his long sword and opened a path, "Who is causing the rebellion?"
The crowd immediately dispersed into two sides, and then quickly gathered into a circle.
The black-faced man was still wailing. There was cold sweat on his face, and he was holding his wrist where the bones were broken but the flesh was still connected. There were four holes in the wrist, as if it had been bitten by some wild beast.
"Ahhh! Uh...ahhhh!"
The black-faced man couldn't even speak, and the merchants around him also sympathized with this unfortunate grandson.
"search!"
The Qin general had no sympathy and just gave orders. The black-faced man struggled violently. The soldiers searched and found the Zhao money on his body, but did not find the customs clearance documents. Blood spattered three feet on the spot.
Except for traders, ordinary civilians who want to enter the Qin State are not allowed to have any objects from the Zhao State. This black-faced man violated the order even after knowing it. It is obvious that he does not want to enter the city and only wants to commit trouble.
The crowd suddenly solidified, turning into a bowl of porridge that could be held and drank.
The Qin general put away his long sword dripping with blood. He stretched his muscles and walked through the crowd like herding sheep. He sat on the cushion and picked up the brush. "Whose name is it?"
Baitao and Zhao Zheng were first in line. Baitao said first, "My surname is Bai and my name is Tao."
"what's your name."
The Qin general raised his chin and looked at the young man standing behind Baitao.
His face was dirty, but his whole body was like an unsheathed sword, "Ying Zheng."
