Chapter 161 161: Chaos in Xiaocheng (1) [Ask for a monthly ticket]
"No matter what it is, it is not a good omen." Chu Yao looked at the direction where the first smoke rose. It was given to Shen Tang, and he snatched it away.
Qi Shan frowned: "What are you doing?"
Chu Yao asked back: "What are you doing?"
Shen Tang, who was about to reach out to pick it up, looked at Qi Shan, who was being strangled by Chu Yao's wrist, and asked the two of them.
"...what are you doing?"
Gong Shuwu: "..."
Ah, that feeling of being completely ignored is back.
Qi Shan understood Chu Yao's intentions in an instant, twitched the corners of his mouth, pointed at Shen Tang and asked Chu Yao back.
"Don't you really believe it?"
So it is taboo that he, the "foreigner", borrows clothes on his own initiative?
This is really unnecessary.
If Qishan was still skeptical before today, after today he will completely disbelieve Shen Tang's nonsense.
May I ask, which daughter can be like this?
Even if there is an example like Lin Feng, it proves that women can also open up Danfu, but look at his style of painting, and look at the style of painting of Mr. Shen Xiaolang? It's beyond his knowledge. Therefore, Chu Yao's reaction seemed a little "unreasonable" to him!
Chu Yao expressionless: "Nineteen."
One letter, nine doubts. This belief was given for the sake of the Destiny Filter, and the reason for blocking it was simple - he disliked the unclean clothes of praying for good.
Pray for goodness: "..."
Chu Yao explained again: "Your clothes are stained with blood."
Because the color of the clothes is darker, it can’t be seen clearly, but Qishan’s body does exude a faint **** smell, and you can see the blood seeping from the inside to the outside, even the outer shirt is stained.
Chu Yao was slightly surprised: "When did you get hurt?"
Shen Tang also looked over when he heard it.
His eyes flickered with worry, and he was a little puzzled.
Although Wenxin Scholar doesn't have much combat power, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to catch him because of his good swordsmanship and speech skills. It was just a battle, and Qishan was so far away from the center of the battle circle, where did he get injured? The key is that the outer shirt is intact...
There is only one possibility—Qishan was injured early in the morning, and because of an accidental rupture, the blood oozes out and stains his clothes.
Qi Shan frowned calmly, and put his coat back on his body indifferently: "No injury, probably because I didn't pay attention when I rushed over, and some unlucky ghost's blood was splashed on it."
Chu Yao carefully looked at Qishan's expression, he was indeed rosy and healthy, and there was no trace of pain, and he ignored any suspicious points. He took off his outer shirt and put it on for Shen Tang—whether it was Wu Niang or Wu Lang, the neckline was slightly uncovered, and the clothes were torn, no matter how they looked, Shen Tang didn't refuse.
She yawned sleepily.
There was a strange flush on his face, and his head was bit by bit, as if he could fall asleep with the next breath. With previous experience, Chu Yao knew that she was going to sober up, so he said: "If Wulang is tired, find a place to sleep first, and leave the rest to me."
Shen Tang didn't answer but braced himself up and walked around Gong Shuwu three times, seeing the latter's Chinese face in a daze. Convinced again and again that her "treasure" was still there, and the enemies who came to intercept "treasure" were also driven away, Shen Tang nodded in relief and stretched her waist.
Taking a breath, he closed his eyes on the spot under the surprised gazes of the three people.
Pray for goodness: "..."
Chu Yao: "..."
After a while, there was a slight and gentle snoring sound. Getting drunk after drinking is outrageous enough, I didn't expect that there would be an operation to fall asleep while standing up, and Gong Shuwu was so shocked that he didn't even have time to ask Shen Tang what it meant to walk around him, his eyes were a little strange.
After being stunned for a few breaths, he asked in a daze, "Gentlemen, this, this... what should I do???"
There were only four of them... oh no, three.
Can such a small number of people be used? Even if he uses his martial arts and soldiers now, he can't move so much tax money, and the tax money target is too big, if it is not guaranteed, Captain Yang will lead his troops to kill him. The tax bank was intercepted, and the limelight will be tightened recently.
It is not good to "commit crimes against the wind".
Chu Yao and the two looked at each other.
They have planned for so long and considered this situation, so they naturally "hidden" the tax money. This place is remote and sparsely populated, so it is not easy to be found. Even if Lieutenant Yang and the others came back after killing them, they probably would not have thought that the tax bank would still be around the same place.
Any "gangster", who won such a large amount of wealth, who would not transfer and hide it immediately? Isn't it a long night and a lot of dreams?
Wait until the limelight passes before secretly transferring the tax money.
Gong Shuwu did not raise doubts about this. In his opinion, this is already the best solution at present. Hiding nearby is much less labor-intensive and more efficient than transferring.
At the same time, Yang Duwei and others also led the remnants of the defeated army, and hurried towards Xiaocheng. The atmosphere along the way was solemn, and even the most trusted subordinates did not dare to take a breath, for fear of offending Captain Yang's sensitive nerves if he was not careful.
Traveling quickly for two hours, the morning light is slightly bright in the east.
Captain Yang's eyes were bloodshot from the heat, but he also knew that the soldiers couldn't bear it. If he hurried on his way regardless, even if he returned to Xiaocheng in the fastest time or encountered the enemy army halfway, hundreds of tired and disabled soldiers would be nothing but Give the enemy meritorious service!
Helpless, he had no choice but to rest in place by a stream.
"Lieutenant Yang—" At this time, Zhai Huan's spirit has recovered a little bit, and his complexion looks much better than when he retreated last night.
"Mr. Zhai." Yang Duwei changed his previous arrogant and defiant attitude, and became a little more respectful and grateful. This behavior was not fake, if Zhai Huan hadn't helped him several times yesterday, not to mention his little life, he wouldn't have been able to keep so many soldiers under his tent.
Zhai Huan asked: "Yesterday's wolf smoke was..."
Lieutenant Yang didn't hide anything, and replied in a deep voice, "That's the wolf smoke information that desperately returned to the state capital of Sibao County."
Before retreating and fleeing, there was no need for Zhai Huan and the two of them to go with the remnant soldiers. After all, this was beyond the scope of their entrustment, but these two young people still came.
It is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to give charcoal in the snow.
Yang Duwei is not an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, so naturally he will not use his previous attitude.
Zhai Huan was surprised: "Is Xiaocheng in trouble?"
Lieutenant Yang nodded heavily.
Zhai Le on the side heard this, and Jun's face sank.
Although the information that the beacon can convey is very limited, the situation is so serious that it is necessary to send out such a beacon and recall the soldiers of the garrison outside. From this, one can also deduce that—
The number of enemies has surpassed the garrison!
Considering that the garrison still occupies the home field advantage of defending the city, then when the difference in the strength of the enemy and the enemy is not large, it will not reach the level of raising smoke. It is inferred that the number of enemy troops may be three times or five times that of our army...this number of troops...
Returning to aid is equivalent to sending to death.
Zhai Huan asked: "What kind of force?"
Yang Duwei rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, trying to cheer himself up—he spent too much yesterday, and was beaten internally by that gangster. His current state is not much better than "the end of the crossbow".
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I really feel lonely after dyeing my hair, and the light is not obvious during the day
(end of this chapter)