Because the flock was not moving fast, on the fifth day, Zhang Ping'an and his team finally quickly entered the mountain. At least there was no strong wind in the grassland. Zhang Ping'an felt very lucky, at least there were no dead sheep, and the luckiest thing was that he did not encounter the wolves. The cow dung they brought was almost burned. There was wood to burn in the mountains, and Zhang Ping'an and the others were very happy. Lu Deyin learned a lot of essential knowledge of grassland survival from Zhang Ping'an and Du Heizi these days. There was less hesitation on his face and more confidence.

Du Heizi's hoarse voice also became cheerful: "Peace! Get up, let's spend the night in the hill ahead!" "Okay! Uncle Hei!" Suddenly, Lu Deyin's little finger pointed to the northwest. They looked towards the little finger, and countless black dots appeared in the flat white wasteland.

"Pingan, have you seen something?" Du Heizi whispered.

"Uncle Hei, it seems like a few horse riding people!"                                                       

After more than half an hour, the black shadow gradually approached. There were five strong Jurchens dressed in their clothes, one of which was dressed in five horses, and the horses were carrying packages. Looking at Zhang Ping'an and the others, green light flashed in the eyes of the five Jurchens. One of them took an arrow and shot through the "Big Huang" that rushed towards them. "Big Huang" was Zhang Ping'an's shepherd dog, and the other "Big Black" guarded the house.

Zhang Ping'an said to them in trembling Mongolian dialect: "We are Aha from Burigude's family. We go to the mountains to feed sheep. Please give me some convenience!"

Among the five Jurchen Tartars, who looked like a leader, raised their whip and waved them, and ordered them in Mongolian sayings: "Follow us!".

One of them handed the reins of the spare horse to the person next to him. He drove forward with a horse. The other four people tacitly surrounded Zhang Ping'an and the others, waved the whip and moved forward slowly. Two quarters of an hour later, it seemed that the Jurchens, who were going to explore the way, found the camping place, and came back and said something loudly to the leader in Jurchen words. After a while, they heard their leader say, "Follow him!"

Zhang Ping'an and the others helped to drive the flock of sheep and the ox-pulled Lele cart and followed them to a mountain. Don't say that the Jurchens are a real mountain nation, and the camp they chose is really good. There is only one side of the small gentle slope to enter, and there are steep slopes on both sides. If one side is guarded, even beasts cannot enter. Zhang Ping'an and the others were driven to the west, where is the highest cliff and the steepest point.

Zhang Ping'an and the others began to camp silently. Five Jurchen Tartars grabbed a sheep without saying a word and immediately started slaughtering. Du Heizi rushed over and hugged the sheep, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to them continuously, and was kicked over before kowtowing twice. One of them pulled out his waist knife and was stopped by the Jurchen leader. Zhang Ping'an and Lu Deyin were shocked and watched them kill the sheep.

When he went back to be beaten or to save his life, Zhang Ping'an chose to remain silent. The five Jurchen Tartars were busy happily, and soon a sheep was removed from the sheepskin and threw aside. He shouted in Jurchens. Lu Deyin suddenly started talking to them in Jurchens. Zhang Ping'an found that these Jurchens looked wrong, but they couldn't get in touch, and looked at Lu Deyin and was anxious.

Finally, Zhang Ping'an asked Lu Deyin what he said in Chinese. Lu Deyin proudly replied: "They want us to pick up firewood. I told them that this sheep is to be sent to the family of Mangourtaibele. This sheep is from the family of Mangourtaibele."

Zhang Ping'an looked at the five Jurchens with nervous expressions and began to chat quietly. After a while, his expression became very calm. He said a few words to Lu Deyin in Jurchens. Zhang Ping'an knew something bad. Zhang Ping'an had a special relationship with people of all kinds in his previous life. He looked at people and grasped his mentality was quite accurate.

Lu Deyin smiled at Zhang Ping'an and said, "They told us not to worry, and they would compensate us for the sheep and ask us to pick up firewood. They also said that the mutton was roasted and gave us some."

The trouble is so big! The Jurchens are never so kind! This is a sign of silence! Looking at Lu Deyin's small face, the expression of self-satisfied appeal for adults after doing things for adults. Zhang Ping'an naturally knew that he could not show panic. It seemed that he had to find a way to escape. The bloodthirsty gaze of the Jurchen leader swept towards the three of them from a calm smile; Du Heiziren knelt in the three feet thick snow, suppressing pain and whispering*. Zhang Ping'an's face was dull, as if he was willing to accept his fate and pulled Lu Deyin to pick up dry firewood.

Zhang Ping'an lowered his head, remembering that he went to the prison to interview serial murderers in his previous life. This was the look. Zhang Ping'an deliberately dragged a piece of dry wood to the Jurchens, and struggled to help Du Heizi up and walked to a lord cart filled with forage, pulled down several bundles of forage, and asked Du Heizi to lie on the forage and whispered: "Uncle Du! You have to rest for a while, we have to set up the camp!"

He knew that the Jurchens had a murderous intention, but he could not tell them that their panic expressions would be seen through. The Jurchens were quite cautious in camping. Perhaps they disliked Zhang Ping'an and the younger ones, who were slow in their movements and were not satisfied with their work. So he did it himself and spent an hour at the entrance of the gentle slope camp in the south, using snow to build out a snow wall that was as high as his chest. The Jurchen leader pressed the top of the snow wall with his left hand, and used the force to turn it over and nodded with satisfaction.

The Jurchens walked back to the camp and took two bags of wine bags from the horse's back. At this time, Zhang Ping'an and the others had set up a tent for them and cooked the mutton. They sat on the animal skin and used a knife to pick out the mutton from the pot, feasted happily, threw the bones that didn't have much meat in front of Zhang Ping'an and the others, and passed the wine bags to each other. It was meat after all! Zhang Ping'an gnawed the bones while thinking about how to escape tonight. Du Heizi was probably kicked off his ribs and chewed the black buns with difficulty. The cold night outside the tent, the cold wind waving the white snow, and declared his endless energy to all life.

Before Zhang Ping'an and the others finished eating, the Jurchens carried them to Zhang Ping'an and their tent and began to tie them up with ropes. Du Heizi was touched by the wound and screamed in pain. A thick Jurchens pushed Du Heizi hard on his chest with his knees. Du Heizi screamed in pain, his whole body twitched, and a stench of shit and urine suddenly appeared in the tent.

The Jurchens might think that Zhang Ping'an and Lu Deyin were too small, so they were more careless when they tied them back. Zhang Ping'an straightened his arms when he tied the rope. After the Jurchens tied them up, they quickly left the tent full of smell with alcohol. In the tent that was unable to see his five fingers, Du Heizi curled on the ground, probably his ribs were broken and inserted into his lungs. Du Heizi made a painful and dull whirring sound in his mouth, and his body twitched slowly and gradually he could not hear the movement. Lu Deyin sobbed in a suffocating manner.

I don't know how long it took, when Zhang Ping'an heard the snoring from the Jurchens, he crawled towards the bottom of the tent like a ruler worm. When he set up camp, he placed two sharp stones there. Soon he lifted a corner of the tent from the tent and turned the cold and bone-black stone in.

It was much harder to grind the rope than the film and television works he saw in his previous life. It took him an entire hour to grind the rope. Lu Deyin actually fell asleep. He moved his blood, then groped in the tent, and quickly touched Lu Deyin, untied the rope on his body, but was not awake yet. Maybe he was too tempted to work and was overly frightened. Zhang Ping'an touched his mouth and pressed him with his right hand, and pushed him with his left hand; lowered his voice: "Don't talk! Do you believe me?"

Although he couldn't see it, Lu Deyin nodded. Zhang Ping'an tried hard to show his strength, but he betrayed him the trembling little hand on Lu Deyin's mouth. Although Lu Deyin didn't know what Zhang Ping'an was going to do, he had to choose to trust him unconditionally. "The Jurchen Tartars want to silence us! We have to find a way to escape!"

Lu Deyin pushed Zhang Ping'an's hand away: "I know! Although they were talking very little while they were having a meal, I heard them asking us to drive the sheep to Qianshan Gate and then kill us. I wanted to tell you tomorrow that I am very familiar with Xiaomen Mountain to the west of Qianshan Gate, and we can run away there."

There are no fools in this world! Zhang Ping'an couldn't help but sigh. But Zhang Ping'an didn't dare to take this risk. Besides, he has been here three times in this life and is very familiar with the environment here. Zhang Ping'an shook his head and said, "We must run tonight! I'm ready for everything, come and help me." "What do you want me to do?" Zhang Ping'an said, "Come with me!"

I have to thank Dao Meishan, a hiker in Zhang Ping'an's previous life. This Yunnan minority invited Zhang Ping'an to go to Gaoligong Mountain, Yunnan to collect folk songs in order to learn photography from Zhang Ping'an. The two stayed in Gaoligong Mountain, Yunnan for five months. This middle-aged man who walked out of the mountains taught Zhang Ping'an the rules of survival in the deep mountains and how to choose the existing materials at hand as a trap. But at that time, Zhang Ping'an considered this the most painful experience in his life.

When Zhang Ping'an was picking up firewood, he found a small platform that was two feet below the cliff to the west. From the top to the bottom, there was a visual error of 15 degrees and it was invisible. He planned to let Lu Deyin go down to the small platform with food and untie the rope, and then he climbed from the side and burned the rope he had climbed over. It would be difficult for the Jurchens to track down on the small platform for one to two days.

The Jurchens had super strong tracking ability in the field, and Zhang Ping'an dared not take risks. Zhang Ping'an and Lu Deyin whispered to the cart containing the grain, packed thirty black buns in cloth bags, took two shovels, and came to the cliff west. The wind and snow stopped, and the moon squeezed out the thick clouds, revealing the dazzling white legs. Zhang Ping'an made four tight rope traps, and Lu Deyin helped to do it tacitly. When he saw Zhang Ping'an taking out more than 20 two-foot-long small wooden sticks with pointed ends from the snow pile and laying a wooden sign array within three meters of the small platform, he finally understood why Zhang Ping'an insisted on breaking the wooden sticks in half when inspecting firewood.

Everything went smoothly. Lu Deyin and the grain were all down to the small platform. Zhang Ping'an kept calling God for blessing! The Jade Emperor blessed! Zhang Ping'an untied the rope above the small platform, tied the rope just on the tree not far away, and tied the buttons around his waist. Suddenly an ominous premonition appeared in his heart. Whenever he went well, there would always be a tragedy!

Sure enough, the Jurchen horses neighed like crazy! Zhang Ping'an looked up at the sky with grief and anger. It was too much to not play like this! Didn't you just drink the ecstasy soup? As for it? Zhang Ping'an knew that he would find the organization again soon, and of course he was still an "underground" organization.

The Jurchens were very good at individual soldiers in this era. The Jurchen leader was the first to rush out with a knife without a leather robe. He seemed to know where the enemy was. He rushed towards Zhang Ping'an. Zhang Ping'an couldn't react a little, trembling all over. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't move his legs. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

The leader of the Jurchen rushed very quickly, and a shrill scream rang through the night sky. His feet were pierced by wooden sticks. He rushed too fast, his center of gravity moved forward, and his body fell to the ground. The second shrill scream seemed very dull. It turned out that two wooden sticks were inserted into his body. One was inserted into his stomach and the other was inserted into his left eye. At this time, Zhang Ping'an reacted a little. This was too coincidental, which fairy sister helped him! Another slap rang through the night sky, which was Zhang Ping'an's slap on himself.

Sure enough, the remaining four Jurchens rushed out of the tent. They ignored their leader and rushed towards Zhang Ping'an directly with a knife. The Jurchens who gave Du Heizi the last fatal blow also won the bid. Like his leader, they won the bid and rushed forward after winning the bid. The way of heaven circulated, and a wooden sign pierced into his lungs, making the same whistle as Du Heizi, which was no longer possible.

The Jurchens reacted very quickly. They no longer ran, but wade like water. They tied Zhang Ping'an in two ways. Two Jurchens on the right side of Zhang Ping'an. One of them was running and felt his right foot tightening and his whole body slid towards the cliff. The instinctive reaction was to grab everything that could save lives in danger, just like the reaction of people when drowning. However, what he grabbed was his companion's belt. Originally, his companion was only two steps away from chopping Zhang Ping'an, but he was heavily flipped to the ground by his area. Unfortunately, a rope was also put on his feet. The two fell into the cliff together.

The rope trap made by Zhang Ping'an is very clever. It is to shovel a slope on the edge of the cliff, use the small stone to make the fixing point on the upper part of the slope with the smallest force, and set up a large stone. Tie the rope on the two stones and form a stream. The small stone rope is shorter than the large stone. When the prey enters the condom, the small stone will loosen first without too much force, and the big stone will automatically slide down, and the prey will fall off the cliff with the big stone. When the last Jurchen man rushed to Zhang Ping'an, he held his knife and was stunned to see his companion falling into the cliff.

Zhang Ping'an finally realized that there was only a rope trap here, and he couldn't win the bid. He knew that he had used up tonight's good luck. He started running to the cliff of the small platform, but after a few steps, he found that he could not run anymore. It turned out that the rope tied to his waist was still connected to a tree not far away. In a panic, he could not untie the rope. He had just turned his body and slid down his feet and sat on the ground. A heart-wrenching pain came from his butt. He instinctively rolled sideways, just avoiding the fatal knife of the Jurchens. Zhang Ping'an was plotted against by his own wooden sign.

As soon as he was lucky, he was suppressed by a mountain. He found that he was strangled and his eyes turned black. He instinctively grabbed both hands and touched a stick with his last bit of strength to thrust upwards. Zhang Ping'an felt the pleasure of breathing. On this cold night, his face was actually hot. Why couldn't his eyes see it? Slowly Zhang Ping'an knew that he had saved his life, and the heavy blood stimulated his stomach cramps.

Looking from the air, the Jurchens pressed against his legs with their legs apart, and their posture was super ambiguous. They pushed away the Jurchens pressing on their bodies hard and looked at the Jurchens who died on them. They were lucky! The wooden stick was inserted into the carotid artery. He untied the rope and knelt on the ground for a long time to vomit. The cold wind blew, and he felt that his whole body was wet. He looked at him without any other injuries. The reason for the wet was that the upper body was soaked in blood and the lower body was that he had wet his pants. Zhang Ping'an touched his injured little butt. It was nothing big, it was not very painful, and the wound was also very shallow. He forced himself to get up. The two Jurchen Tartars under the cliff were probably recruited by the "underground al-Qaeda" organization.

The three above were no longer sounded. Zhang Ping'an walked into the Jurchen tent and began to search for dry clothes. He was a slave and had no clothes to change. All the Jurchen Tartars' pants were too big, so he chose the smallest one. The waist was just on his chest. He had no choice but to tie two belts on his chest and waist. A short Jurchen coat was just right for the coat. He picked up the Jurchen wine bag and drank a few sips, and gradually felt warm. He always felt something was missing at this time, and soon he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Lu Deyin was still on the small platform under the cliff.

Zhang Ping'an came to the edge of the cliff with a rope and shouted loudly, but there was no reaction below. Zhang Ping'an thought to himself: "It's broken! Lu Deyin must have been scared and fell down!"

He originally wanted to have a good rest at night and go down to find Lu Deyin's body tomorrow. With a glimmer of hope, Zhang Ping'an still tried hard to get down to the small platform. As soon as he got down, he saw Lu Deyin trembling all over and furious: "I'm fighting the Jurchen Tartars on it. I'll call you after all, but you kid don't agree!"

At this time, Lu Deyin looked at Zhang Ping'an with infinite admiration: "Brother Ping'an, have you really solved the Tartars?"

Zhang Ping'an was extremely proud and enjoyed this admiration: "That's, Brother Ping'an..., don't change the topic, I ask you why you don't answer me!"

"I'm afraid the Tartars will catch you and force you to shout."

"You are a pig's brain! You are a little guy, and the Tartars will solve it in one go." Zhang Ping'an thought that this kid is smart and has a future!

"Brother Heian, are the Tartars really dead? Well, why are you wearing Tartar clothes?"
Chapter completed!