"The four horses are in Kongfu, and the six bridles are in the hand. Qiliu is the middle, and Quanli is the Qi..."
As mentioned in "Poetry", Zhao Tuo held six bridles, and four horses were slowly driving on the road under his command. The wheels were rolling, but the carriages were very stable.
He originally grew up in the famous Zhao family, and was a child of a noble family since he was a child. He practiced driving and archery since he was a child, and was taught by famous teachers.
Perhaps he inherited the skills from his original body. Although Zhao Tuo was driving for the first time after time travel, he was very skilled. The four big stallions moved like arms under his driving, which was no less impressive than the veteran drivers on other cars. .
Compared to Zhao Tuo, the carriage driven by Hou Heng was crooked. There had been several dangers while traveling on the road, and scoldings kept ringing out. If there wasn't a driver who could replace him, he might have been kicked out of the team long ago.
"Such a good royal skill must have been practiced since childhood. You are a descendant of the Zhao family, right?"
A black horse was riding beside him, and the knight in black on the horse looked at Zhao Tuo expressionlessly.
Zhao Tuo's hand trembled, and the bridle in his hand tightened. The two horses beside the bridle were affected and almost deviated from the road.
He quickly stabilized the carriage and responded: "I have met Mr. Han. Tuo has been driving horses for nobles for generations and has some knowledge of royal skills. He does not deserve the praise of Mr. Han."
According to the news that Heng overheard, the knight on the black horse is named Han Nan. It is said that he is a Korean ranger. After the death of Han, he was unwilling to surrender to Qin. He went north to Yan and gained a small reputation in Yan.
This person has a dark face and a cold voice, and is not easy to get along with at first sight.
Zhao Tuo continued what he said yesterday. Now that Zhao Guo has just died, Gongzi Jia is proclaimed king again. Zhao's identity is relatively sensitive in this situation, and he doesn't want to be exposed easily and cause trouble.
Unexpectedly, Han Nan didn't buy it. He sneered and was about to continue questioning when a clear voice came from behind him.
"Brother Han, why bother embarrassing a little kid? No matter what his identity is, he has nothing to do with yesterday's attack."
A white horse came, and the knight on it was a big man over eight feet tall, with a strong build.
Compared with him, Zhao Tuo, who was in his teens, had not yet grown up and was barely around seven feet tall. Standing in front of him, he looked like a little chicken looking down from an eagle.
Although the White Horse Ranger was strong, his face was very kind, and he helped Zhao Tuo out of the siege as soon as he arrived.
Han Nan's expression changed, but he immediately smiled and said, "What Brother Le said is that I just saw that this boy is good at martial arts, so I just praised him a few words."
"It's already dusk now. It seems we can't reach Zhongshan. Jing Qing should be camping in the valley ahead. I'll go take a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Nan was already riding his horse.
In Zhao Tuo's view, he looked a little embarrassed.
By this time, the sun had set, and the motorcade stopped when it reached a piece of flat land. It looked like it was going to spend the night here.
Zhao Tuo stopped the carriage and thanked the knight on the white horse who had been following him: "Thank you very much, Mr. Le, for rescuing the siege."
Success seemed unheard of, looking not far away: "Do you hate Qin?"
Zhao Tuo was stunned.
The hatred between Qin and Zhao for decades, the blood debt of hundreds of thousands of people, when it comes to Qin, which Zhao person does not hate it?
Just look at Heng's appearance and you'll know what most Zhao people are thinking.
But Zhao Tuo came from a later generation, and his parents in this life died at the hands of Prime Minister Zhao Guo Kai. He had no real hatred against Qin, let alone knowing the future direction of history. Would he hate Qin?
"Those who have subjugated their country hate Qin very much."
Le Cheng clapped his hands and laughed: "Yes, Qin has destroyed Han and Zhao. How can anyone who has lost his country not hate Qin? Now that King Yan is asking for peace from Qin, I am afraid that everyone wants to destroy the peace talks and let the war spread to Yan. ."
Zhao Tuo suddenly became alert, as the other party seemed to have something in his words.
But Cheng Cheng didn't say any more and rode forward, leaving Zhao Tuo with a lonely back.
Zhao Tuo was thoughtful, thinking that Lai Chengsheng might be hinting at the attack on the convoy yesterday.
The sky was already dark, and the convoy settled down in an orderly manner.
"Thank you for your hard work along the way."
After Zhao Tuo finished feeding the horse, he touched "Da Hei"'s neck. The other horse snorted comfortably, and the other three horses became restless upon seeing this.
Zhao Tuo caressed them hurriedly, and after a while of fussing, he finally made the four uncles feel comfortable, and then they calmed down.
In the wild, there are no stables for horses to rest, but fortunately, horses are animals that sleep standing up and can stay awake for several days. Standing overnight is nothing to them.
"Don't move around at night and guard the carriage."
The sound of success came, and Zhao Tuo looked up and saw him and Han Nan patrolling on both sides.
"only."
Zhao Tuo nodded quickly and watched the two people disappear behind the car.
There are many guards in the convoy, but they are mainly distributed near the carriage carrying the treasure in front. Zhao Tuo and Heng Heng were driving a supply truck, which was located at the rear of the convoy. It was not expensive in comparison. Only Le Cheng and Han Nan were patrolling.
Zhao Tuo yawned, walked around to the back of the carriage, and got on from the "back door".
The space in the car is not large, and it mainly contains food and clothing for the team. An alluring fragrance filled the small space.
"Meat……"
Zhao Tuo's Adam's apple rolled as he looked at the dried meat piled in the corner and kept swallowing his saliva.
But he didn't dare to eat secretly. There was a cook in the convoy who specially cooked for nobles such as Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang. He would come to check the supplies every day. If he found that there was something missing, he would never spare Zhao Tuo.
Swallowing saliva and smelling the aroma of meat, Zhao Tuo tossed and turned in the car.
After a while, there was a ticking sound from the car hood above his head. Zhao Tuo opened the door a crack and saw a light rain starting outside.
Zhao Tuo shook his head, lay down again, and thought: "If I follow Jing Ke to Xianyang, if he takes action, I will definitely be implicated. Not to mention being torn apart by a car, at least I will be cut in half. It hurts just thinking about it, hiss... …”
"We still have to find a way to escape. We can't risk our lives just for a bite of food. Unfortunately, after being attacked, they watched too closely and could only slowly look for opportunities."
Along with the dripping sound of rain, Zhao Tuo's thoughts gradually drifted away and fell into a beautiful dream.
After an unknown amount of time, a crash woke Zhao Tuo up. The carriage shook slightly, as if it had been hit by something, and the neighing of horses came from outside the carriage.
Zhao Tuo instinctively pushed open the rear door and jumped out.
The light rain stopped at some point, and there was half a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The clear moonlight shone on the slightly muddy ground, and a figure lying next to the carriage was clearly visible.
"Lejun?"
Zhao Tuo was surprised. Judging from his clothes, this man was successful.
He instinctively stepped forward to help, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt something was wrong.
Success's body was cold, which was not the temperature a living person should have.
Looking up, the face was extremely pale, the eyes were wide open, the eyes were gray and lifeless, and there was a long wound on the neck.
There is also a sword stuck in his chest, which is Le Cheng's own sword.
"Brother Le!"
"Shuzi, you dare to kill my brother Le, you must die!"
A thunderous shout sounded, and Han Nan's face was filled with ferociousness, and he charged towards Zhao Tuo with his sword in hand.
