"What should we do now?" Jierhalang looked at Dorgon and asked.

"What should I do? Run!" Dorgon looked at Jierhalang as if he was looking at an idiot.

"But we still have a lot of property...!"

"I can't worry about so much at this time, it's more important to escape."

"But if we don't have property, how can we survive in North America?" Jirhalang said anxiously.

"This is wealth, endless wealth." Dorgon pointed to his head and carefully opened a corner of the window.

There was nothing unusual on the street as usual. It's just that... people on the street were either standing or sitting. People walking seemed more like walking, and some guys were always looking at their windows intentionally or unintentionally.

"It is estimated that our captors are already on the way." Dorgon carefully closed the window, grabbed the hat on the table, opened the door and left.

Jirhalang followed Dorgon without any hesitation.

The two brothers walked out of the door, turned around and slipped into the utility room. They moved away the cleaning tools, revealing a locked door. Dorgon touched the door frame and took out a handful of ifs.

Insert it into the keyhole and twist it, "click...!" The lock opens in response, and the door opens to reveal Dorgon's bedroom.

Walking into the bedroom, Dorgon opened the large wardrobe. There was another door inside. He casually took out a canvas bag from the corner of the large wardrobe and carried it on his back.

He waved to Jilharang and got into the sliding door.

"When... was this done?" Jierhalang was extremely surprised. He had no idea that such a secret passage existed.

"This villa used to belong to a count. It was a passageway for him to have trysts with his mistress. After I discovered it, I made some improvements." Dorgon said while hanging the door bolt. In this way, the door can only be accessed from the inside.

Open, it is difficult to push open from the outside.

With great effort, he moved a thigh-thick wooden stake and held the door tightly. Now, it was impossible to break the door open without using a battering ram or explosives.

"You go north to that bag, let's go." Dorgon said, and opened an iron lid, revealing the spiral downward passage inside.

"In order to steal a love, this earl is really not afraid of going to trouble. He seems to be his true love." Jierhalang carried a big bag on his back. The package was very heavy and Jierhalang was struggling to carry it.

"What's in here?" You couldn't see your fingers in the corridor, and the torch in Dorgon's hand looked like a firefly in the darkness.

"Food, water! Enough for us for six or seven days." Dorgon held a torch in one hand and marched forward with difficulty.

"We have to walk for six or seven days? Is this tunnel so long?" Jierhalang asked in surprise.

If it is such a long tunnel, it is definitely not used for trysts with lovers.

"At the end of the tunnel is a manor, not far from the stables. It will probably be dark by the time we get there.

Get two horses from the stable and we go all the way north into the woods. As long as we enter the woods, we will be safe for the time being."

"North? Where? Norgrove, or Tallinnburg?"

"Go to Riga! I have arranged people in Riga. When we get to Riga, we will board the ship and go straight to Helsinki. Once we get to Helsinki, we will be safe. We will find an opportunity to go to the UK and then to the North American territories. We will lie dormant like insects and wait.

The coming of spring.”

Obviously, Dorgon had already made preparations. He even prepared fresh water in the secret room.

If the two of them ride fast horses, they can reach Riga in about six or seven days.

Riga is an important port city in Russia, but because it is close to Petersburg, it is completely obscured by the light of Petersburg, so it does not appear to be that important.

From Riga to Helsinki, it is as simple as crossing a strait. Even an ordinary fishing boat can achieve the goal.

I have to say that Dorgon's escape route was planned very well.

Cunning rabbit has three holes, I guess this brother has already thought of a way out. Jilharang still admires this eldest brother's ability to escape.

In such a chaotic situation in Mumbai, Dorgon still escaped with himself and more than 300 followers. Before the fall of Constantinople, Dorgon made a clear decision to save him and his tribe from danger.

Suffer a death.

Now, it's fucking time to run away again.

Jirharang felt that since he became an adult, he has either been on the run or on the road to escape.

All of this was caused by damn Li Xiao. If it hadn't been for Li Xiao, he might have become Lord Baylor of Houjin.

"Who do you think tipped us off?" Walking in the dark was quite boring, Jierhalang said without anything to say.

Two people walking in the darkness, if they don't talk, they will feel like they will be swallowed up by the darkness at any time.

"Kutuzov!" Dorgon said his answer without thinking.

"Why is it him?" Jierhalang actually believed it in his heart. When he asked it at this time, he actually just had nothing to say. In this dark place, it was really too damn scary.

Especially the black walls around them, it seemed like they would collapse at any time and crush them underneath.

"Because this kind of thing needs to be communicated by high-level officials in Russia before it can be implemented. And among these people, there will definitely be Kutuzov.

Furthermore, among the entire top brass in Russia, he is the only one who still has the slightest trace of conscience.

He is a pure soldier. He neither cares nor wants to participate in politics. He just wants to fight and win the war.

This is what he's always wanted to do!

That's why he values ​​us two brothers, because only we can produce weapons for Russia that can be used in World War I.

Now that Russia's weapons have made great progress, Kutuzov feels he owes us."

The two brothers walked forward while talking.

The ground of the tunnel is very smooth. Except for some difficulties when going down the steps at the beginning, the journey was smooth.

After walking for about thirty minutes, the two people finally stepped on the upward steps.

"Holy shit! I'm afraid this Duke is sick. He actually has to walk for half an hour every time he has an affair. Damn it, does he still have the energy to do things when he gets there?" Zirharang complained breathlessly.

"If we are empty-handed, it will only take ten minutes. We are all carrying things on our backs now, so of course we walk slowly and are tired." Dorgon pointed to the bag behind him.

His bag was full of gold and silver, and it was heavier than Jilhalang's. Along the way, Dorgon's forehead was covered with sweat.

Pulling out his revolver, Dorgon extinguished the torch, and the two brothers climbed up the stairs in the dark.

Seeing another iron door, Dorgon listened under the door for a while and found that there was no movement. He lifted it up slightly, and the dust fell down.

Fortunately, Dorgon had the foresight to cover his face with a hat. Now Jierhalang finally understood why Dorgon had to wear this hat before leaving.

After making sure there was no one up there, Dorgon opened the top cover and two people got out.

Breathing fresh air again, the brothers couldn't help but take a deep breath. They looked at each other and couldn't help but shake their heads.

Their hands were covered with dust and they were used to wipe sweat. Now the two brothers' faces were covered with dirt, and they looked quite embarrassed.

This is a place that looks like a utility room. The tunnel exit is in a corner. It was probably not originally used for this purpose, otherwise unsuspecting people would have pressed debris against the tunnel entrance and the people inside would not have been able to get out.

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Looking out the window, it was indeed dark. Looking at the watch again, it was already past six in the evening. The two of them had walked for forty minutes!

He walked out of the door quietly and looked around. The stable was not far away, and there were more than a dozen tall war horses in the stable.

Although I don't know who the owner of this place is, it's quiet in the courtyard. In a room not far away with lights coming from, there are noisy people, and the sound of drinking and shouting.

Russians like to drink, and this is the time to drink, eat and chat. While there was no one in the yard, the two brothers quickly ran out. They led four horses out, and Dorgon untied the reins of all the horses.

He took out a glass bottle from Jilharang's backpack, pulled out the stopper, and poured the contents onto the straw.

Jilhalang smelled a strong smell of alcohol, which was a pity for these high-concentration liquors.

Stealing the brewing technology from the Ming Dynasty was also an outstanding contribution made by Jilhalang and Dorgon to Russia.

Russia's winter is very cold, and it is rich in various types of winemakers. After the new winemaking technology of the Ming Dynasty was stolen by Dorgon and Zirhalang, some Russian winemaking techniques were incorporated into it.

The result is a unique vodka liquor, which is world-famous for its high alcohol content and strong taste.

Since the introduction of vodka in Russia, countless drunkards will appear every night.

As for someone being hungover in the ice and snow and eventually turning into a zombie. Or someone was drunk and slept outside all night, and had to have their hands and feet severely frostbitten amputated. This can only be a regrettable by-product.

What Dorgon poured on the straw was a bottle of Muramasa vodka.

The match was lit and thrown into the straw pile. Blue flames suddenly flew everywhere, and then the fire started.

The war horse was frightened by the fire and immediately screamed and ran out of the stable.

Dorgon and Jierhalang, holding a horse on their hips and holding the reins of a horse in their hands, rushed towards the gate following the frightened horses.

"Crack!" The door was forcefully knocked open by a tall war horse.

The Jurchens are also a nation on horseback, and the Eight Banners cavalry was once proud of the world. Hiding in stirrups is a basic skill for a Jurchen.

A large group of war horses rushed out of the gate.

After rushing far away, Dorgon and Jierhalang sat on the saddle again.

There is an endless forest ahead. As long as you drive into the forest, you will be safe for the time being.

It wasn't until the war horses rushed out that two grooms and a few servant-looking guys rushed out of the kitchen. They saw the war horses running wildly, and the stables were on fire. For a while, there was chaos, with some chasing the horses and others putting out the fire.

No one noticed that someone actually stole four war horses.

Moscow is located in a severe cold climate, and there are no dense shrubs in the forest. Even in the suburbs, tasong pines are unusually tall. Some pine trees are even thicker than Dorgon's waist.

The war horse walked through the forest at a very slow speed. The war horse's hooves stepped on the fallen pine needles, causing them to scatter in all directions.
To be continued...