As expected, Wujiazhuang fell into the trap and pursued the carriage with all its strength.
Seeing that he no longer had any worries, Song Che gave it a go and kept whipping his horse.
Driven by four horses and empty again, the speed is obviously much faster, racing with the cavalry on the road in tandem.
"Stop! Stop for me!"
stop?
Only a fool stops!
The longer it takes now, the safer Shen Wenjun and the others will be.
After running like this for half an hour, the road gradually became steeper and narrower, and the horses were obviously exhausted. The woods beside the road were dense, and the future was dark.
Finally, the road disappeared, and when emerging from the woods, a cliff completely blocked the approach.
Song Che quickly reined in his horse and braked at the edge of the cliff, his heart pounding and his clothes soaked with sweat.
He hurriedly dismounted and looked around. There was no way to retreat. Looking at the cliff again, the drop was twenty to thirty feet, and a river happened to flow under the cliff.
He took a long breath, shook off the sweat, untied the reins and bridle, and drove all four horses away:
"Go ahead, you're free now!"
The horse went into the jungle, leaving Song Che alone on the cliff.
At this time, the militiamen of Wujiazhuang had also chased them out of the woods, and the leader was Wu Youlun, the third young master of Wujiazhuang whom they met by chance today.
Next to Wu Youlun was a man in Tsing Yi with a bandage on his left arm. He was a few years older than Wu Youlun and his appearance was similar.
"Run, let's see where you run now!" Wu Youlun waved his hand, and about twenty bankers formed a fan shape and completely surrounded Song Che at the edge of the cliff.
"Second brother, this is the guy who put a hidden weapon in the locust forest today. Not only did he ruin our good deeds, but he also killed a dozen brothers!" The man in green pointed at Song Che and said angrily.
Facing the heavy siege, Song Che remained calm and said with a smile: "Head of the family, I think you must have mistaken the person. Chen is just a businessman. How can he ruin your good deeds?"
The man in green covered his injured left arm and said angrily: "Despicable villain, stabbing someone in the dark, I will recognize you even if you turn into ashes!"
These days, bandits who commit murder and robbery know how to rebel against Tiangang. Song Che secretly held the musket and asked: "You two masters, can you give me a chance? I swear to God, I promise I will not tell this matter."
Wu Youlun smiled coldly, took out a bloody human head from under the saddle, and threw it at Song Che's feet, "In my eyes, only the dead can truly keep secrets."
Hu Dabiao...
"Second brother, please step back first, I will kill this person myself!"
The man in green drew his sword and dismounted, roaring towards Song Che:
"Come and accept your fate——"
"Snapped!"
When the musket fires, the parents' support is in vain!
The bullet hit the man in green right between the eyebrows.
"You... put... a hidden weapon again!"
The man in green's eyes widened and he fell straight down.
"Second brother!"
Wu Youlun was furious and shouted at Zhuang Ke: "Capture him alive! I will make his life worse than death!"
Song Che took a torch and threw it into the carriage, said "This revenge must be avenged", and then jumped off the cliff.
"Plop!"
"Boom!"
The sound of water entering and the sound of explosion sounded at the same time.
The cliff mouth was filled with flames, rocks flying, and gunpowder smoke.
But the flow of the river was faster than expected. Before Song Che could correct his knowledge of swimming, he was hit by the current and hit a dark stone. His vision went black for a moment, his consciousness was blurred, and he passed out.
At the mouth of the cliff, the mountain wind blew away the gunpowder smoke. Wu Youlun and Wujia Zhuangke staggered up from the ground. They were all gray-headed and dizzy. Those who did not get up were most likely dead.
Wu Youlun quenched the sand out of his mouth, and when he saw the corpses on the ground, he suddenly became mad and furious:
"Ahhh...give it to me! Go and find him!"
"But Third Young Master, opposite is Niubei Mountain, which is the territory of the Miao people..."
"So what about the Miao people! This thief killed my second brother and harmed my banker! I will skin him if he is alive, and whip his corpse if he is dead!"
Wu Youlun's roar echoed in the valley.
…
…
weightlessness.
Falling.
asphyxia.
pain.
Horrified!
This feeling seems familiar.
It's exactly the same as when I traveled to Daliang.
Could this really be a dream?
Will all this be a thing of the past?
"Ahem..."
Song Che choked on his saliva and opened his eyes suddenly. It took him half a quarter of an hour to clear his blurred vision.
"Crackling..."
The sound of burning firewood could be heard next to my ears.
He tried his best to raise his hand and glanced at the gold ring on his ring finger. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling both disappointed and happy.
I was disappointed that I didn’t go back, but I was also glad that I didn’t wake up from my dream.
After resting for another quarter of an hour, he stretched out his hands and tried to sit up from the ground. There was a fire not far away. His coat had been taken off and he was warming it by the fire.
This place should be a cave, four to five feet in size, and there is no one else but him.
But there must be someone else, and he is his savior.
"Is there anyone..." he called softly.
Outside the cave entrance, the moonlight gurgled, and a breeze blew in from time to time, but no one responded.
He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, he felt light-headed and spinning, and he had no choice but to fall down again.
Touching his forehead again, "Hiss..." What a big bag!
"Shashasha..."
"Jingle Bell……"
Like footsteps, but also like jingle bells.
Song Che looked up and saw a woman in red suddenly appearing at the entrance of the cave. The moonlight hit her face, her face was ice-white and pale, but it only added a bit of weirdness.
Song Che was frightened and quickly shrank back.
"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost."
She spoke and quickly walked into the cave. At the same time, she also revealed her true appearance. Her fair face was decorated by the firelight, her delicate nose, big eyes, two shallow pear dimples hanging from the corners of her mouth, and she wore a Miao family happy hat. Crown, the silver pieces on the crown were blown by the wind.
A beautiful, elegant Miao bride?
The bride put down the dry firewood in her hand, walked up to Song Che, winked at him, and said in Sichuan and Chongqing Hakka dialect: "You were just washed to the shore by the water. I saved you."
Song Che looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the bride hurriedly changed her tone and asked in less than standard Mandarin: "Do you understand what I'm saying? Are you stunned?"
Song Che rubbed his swollen and painful head and said with a bitter smile: "I'm not stupid, it's just that you appeared so suddenly and stunningly, girl. I didn't know how to answer you for a while... Since you came to the rescue, Song Che is grateful. Not enough."
"Hehehe..."
She let out a laugh as loud as silver bells, turned around and came to the bonfire, added a few dry firewood to the fire, and touched Song Che's clothes. Perhaps she found that they were dry, so she took them off and threw them to Song Che. Che, said:
"Since you have nothing serious to do, you should leave here as soon as you regain your strength, otherwise you will be discovered by my tribe and you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
Song Che put on his clothes with great effort, moved his buttocks to the fire, glanced at the bride, and made her face turn red with embarrassment.
The atmosphere was very awkward for a while.
"Girl, what's your name?"
"Xiao Li, Jiang Xiaoli."
"Why is Miss Jiang... living here alone? Still wearing wedding clothes?"
There wasn't even a hair in this cave, and suddenly such a beautiful bride appeared. Even Song Che believed that she was a fairy.
Jiang Xiaoli's beautiful eyes darkened, she felt sad, and whispered:
"I am the bride of the cave god."
