Spirits tend to get more and more addictive the more you drink them.
There is a saying that the four poker brothers have really good drinking abilities. A jar of fifty-proof liquor weighing at least eight or nine kilograms was drank by them in one go.
The four of them lay on the table and fell asleep.
Song Che took out the escape tools that had been prepared under the bed - four large sheepskin bags filled with water, five pounds of beef jerky, a homemade skateboard, and a wooden mountaineering pick.
wait.
Wait until all the lights in the village go out.
He put the sheepskin bag and skateboard on his back, tightened his belt, and finally looked at the four poker brothers, feeling a little guilty.
Once upon a time, he had never felt that he was a treacherous person, but now he felt that he was. If he walked away, these four brothers would definitely be punished.
But if others don't care for themselves, they will be punished by heaven and earth. He is the victim who was captured. He taught the methods of making refined salt and taught children how to read. He was extremely benevolent to the village.
He gritted his teeth and rushed out of the room resolutely.
The village has few resources. Except for the torches lit at the gate of the village, the rest of the village is so dark that you can't even see your fingers.
In the past half month in the village, Song Che had already figured out every road and could find the north slope even with his eyes closed.
In this way, walking softly and slowly, feeling the dark night, slinking around the houses, dodging rows of patrols, and successfully reaching the bottom of the northern slope.
The biggest flaw in the village is that it is not fortified here.
Song Che used his hands and feet to keep climbing as close to the slope as possible.
After climbing for a quarter of an hour, I finally reached the top of the ridge. On the other side was a large slope about thirty feet long. People without professional mountaineering skills might not be able to get down.
Song Che is also half a mountaineering expert.
Why do you say "half"?
If he were "whole", he wouldn't have stumbled off the mountain and ended up in this place inexplicably.
He faced the slope, spread his feet outward, leaned his body weight forward, fixed his position with the help of a mountaineering pick, and climbed down the slope step by step.
The slope is covered with gravel and sand, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Sometimes if you don't control the strength well, you can knock down a piece of soil with just one kick.
Sand and stones rolling down the landslide will make varying degrees of noise. If the momentum is too great, it will be easily discovered. So he climbed slowly, taking each step steadily.
It took him half an hour to reach the thirty-foot-long hillside. When he reached the bottom of the slope, his clothes were already wet with sweat.
"Bang bang bang..." The heartbeat could be clearly heard in the silent night.
After climbing over the hills, he found the village and had safely passed the first level. He took a deep breath, stayed as close to the right side of the mountain road as possible, and slowly made his way to the entrance of the village.
The night is very deep, the light is very dim, and people are very sleepy.
Even he couldn't see the guard at the entrance of the village clearly, and it must be difficult for the guard to see him clearly.
There was no danger and we successfully bypassed the entrance of the village.
He lowered his footwork and walked about a hundred feet further to confirm that he was completely out of the surveillance range. He looked back at the village where he had been staying for more than half a month... Goodbye to the children, goodbye to Boss Tang, and goodbye to Guo Miss!
He turned and ran along the edge of the desert!
It was previously observed that Kui Jin usually walked to the left as a merchant, so he chose to run to the right.
This desert is semi-fluid and semi-fixed. When he encounters soft sand dunes, he turns his skateboard over and uses it as a "sandboard." When he encounters hard loess, he steps on the pulley and moves forward at a speed of It's faster than running and saves a lot of energy.
An hour later, he was absolutely convinced that he had run twenty miles. He stopped for a while, replenished food and water, rested for half a quarter of an hour, regained some strength and continued running.
He fled before the hour of the day. In the early morning of the next day, for five hours, he gritted his teeth and was able to run at least eighty miles. Even if the villagers rode horses to chase them, it would still take more than an hour. This area was very mountainous, and the tracks they walked would be covered by wind and sand.
In this way, after running for another half an hour, his physical strength was obviously exhausted. He collapsed on the ground, rubbing his thighs and eating beef jerky.
This time he would rest for half an hour longer.
He has never been a man lacking in perseverance. When he is at home with his wife and children, endless strength will flow from him.
Run, brother!
He put away the shriveled sheepskin bag and planned to get up and move forward, but at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came faintly from the front.
He was shocked. Could it be that they were catching up?
Impossible, the sound seemed to come from the front.
He put his ear to the ground and confirmed that it was the sound of horse hooves. It was loud and heavy, and there were more than one horse.
It's late at night, who's running?
He climbed up a rather high mound and looked ahead. About two miles away, shining torches were dotted like stars.
Although I couldn't see the number of people coming, they were definitely a large force.
At this juncture, a large army gathered and walked in the dark, heading towards the village again...
Night attack?
Nowadays, the border guards from various countries are looking for the horse bandits who robbed the market. It is not surprising that they would find the stockade.
In his heart, he was trapped in a decision.
Why don't you find a place to hide and let these people pass by first?
If this group of people really went to attack the stronghold at night, it would be a good thing for him. Taking advantage of the stronghold to confront them, he could escape further;
But what if the village is defeated? What should we do with the more than a thousand ordinary people, those innocent children, and the businessmen like Tang Hulu?
Going back?
After finally escaping, he was really unwilling to go back.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, urging him to make a quick decision.
In the end, kindness defeated selfishness. He sighed deeply, slid down the mound, and began to return to the stockade.
This group of people was not moving very fast. If they could return to the village to report before they arrived, they might be able to avoid disaster.
How you came here is how you come back. The situation was so urgent that he didn't dare to rest and didn't even stop to drink water.
An hour and a half later, the gate of the village came into view.
He walked around the village gate and came to the foot of the north slope. After filling his stomach, he began to climb up.
When they returned to the room, the four brothers were snoring loudly, as if nothing had happened.
Exhausted, he collapsed on his seat. Looking at his bloody hands, he couldn't help laughing, shook his head and sighed:
"How many ups and downs can a person have in this life?"
He hid the skateboard, pickaxe, and sheepskin bag under the bed again, and dragged his exhausted body to Guo Shuyun's door.
Just as he raised his fist to knock on the door, he hesitated again.
If he told her that he had discovered an enemy attack, wouldn't his escape be exposed?
Furthermore, maybe those people were brought by Nangong Yue and the others to save him? If so, wouldn't it mean that he was helping the horse bandits to make enemies of his own people?
Oh my god...
It's just ridiculous beyond measure.
"Who's at the door?"
A greeting suddenly came from the room.
Is she awake?
