Corpse Township.

The dusk is low and the evening breeze blows away the heat of the day and brings a trace of autumn.

Wang Ji got out of the car, looked at the afterglow on the horizon with his hands behind his back, feeling depressed.

The three cavalry slaves have not returned yet, so I am afraid that there will be many dangers. The golfer named Zhang Wei is indeed well-known.

He knew that this might be a trap. He was ready to evacuate Luoyang, but he didn't expect that his opponent was so difficult to deal with and chased him all the way, with a momentum of dying.

Since that's the case, he had to stop doing it and stop. He had already implicated his reputation as a cousin Wang Chang, and he could not bring trouble to Yanzhou anymore.

This is how life is. Once you make a choice, there is no way to go back, you can only go one way, even if there is a deep abyss ahead.

"Get paper and pen." Wang Ji whispered.

"Father?" Wang Mo looked at his father in confusion. The servants were preparing to set up camp, but many things had not been placed yet. What should I do when I took the paper and pen?

"I want to write a letter to you uncle."

Seeing that Wang Ji's expression was solemn, unlike joking, Wang Mo didn't dare to do anything. He turned around and took out his pen, ink, paper and ink from his bag, and went to the stream on one side to get water to grind ink for Wang Ji. Wang Ji's expression was focused, sat on the ground, and wrote it one by one. He didn't write quickly, and the pen in his hand seemed to be heavy, and every word was exhausting his vitality.

The sun set and it was getting dark. Before Wang Ji finished writing, Wang Mo lit the light. In order to prevent the light from being blown out by the wind, he used his body to block the wind and waited for Wang Ji to finish the last word.

Wang Ji looked at it again, blew the ink marks dry, carefully stacked them, stuffed them into the wooden box, tied them with silk rope, filled them with sealing mud, and covered them with his own private seal.

"Child, take this with you and go to Yanzhou to find your uncle."

"Father, where are you?"

"I have a little bit to do." Wang Ji touched Wang Mo's head. "Go, now you have time to get to Yanshi accommodation. If you haven't arrived tomorrow at noon, you don't have to wait for me. Go directly to Yanzhou as quickly as possible, don't delay the road."

Wang Mo was frightened and his face was pale. Wang Ji didn't say anything to him. He called two loyal slaves and ordered them to escort Wang Mo to Yanzhou. The slaves bowed to take the order, and Wang Mo left with tears in his eyes. The others saw it and knew that Wang Ji had made a decision. They were afraid that there would be a big battle tonight, so they all surrounded him.

Except for the two concubines and a little slave, the others were all young and strong with a tough look, with a total of more than 30 people. Several of them had unique appearances and had a particularly large gap between their legs. They were the Huns and Xianbei people who were used to riding horses on the grassland.

"Several Luoyang rangers can't cause any storm." Wang Ji said lightly: "Kill them all and use their first goal to achieve success."

"Here."

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Han Long rushed over, turned over and dismounted, took advantage of the horse's stance to rush forward, and rushed to Cao Miao's horse. "Prince, Wang Ji gathered in the Heng family in front. There were more than 30 young and strong people in total, and everyone had horses, at least one-third of them were barbarians. However, not many people were wearing armor, at most three or five people, and they were the simplest two-dang armor, without armbands or the like."

Cao Miao and Zhang Wei exchanged a look. Wang Ji did not enter the county town or the post house, and chose to camp in the wild. This was clearly a fight. After more than 30 years of war, Luoyang was deserted and sparsely populated, and most of the limited population was concentrated near the county town. As they chased after them, they did not seem to be in the capital, but they were exploring in the primeval forest, and they did not see a few pedestrians. After it was getting late, there was not even a ghost.

This kind of place is the best place to kill people and rob goods. After killing people, you can even bury the corpse. If you find a place to throw away the corpse, you don’t even have the chance to decay and you will be eaten by savagely.

"How? Do a fight?" Although Cao Miao felt a little upset, his face was not revealed.

Zhang Wei said lightly: "This place is very good. It is said that the Heng family gathered was the place where the heroes under Tian Heng committed suicide. Let Wang Jiheng corpse be here and be with the ancients, which is worthy of him."

Han Long smiled and said, "I'm afraid the ancients wouldn't want to. This hypocrite is stinking to the wind for ten miles and is even worse than a corpse."

Zhu Da and others laughed loudly, with a calm expression, and there was no tension at all that they could fight against the masses. They were all gossips in Yangshi. In order to compete for territory, chopping, killing and killing is common, and no one knows whether they can live until tomorrow.

"Xiaoru, you have experience, how can you fight?"

Zhang Wei looked into the distance and thought for a moment. "If the other party is prepared, the sneak attack will not be successful, so he can only attack hard. Prince, for safety reasons, it is best for you to stay outside the range to avoid accidental injury."

Cao Miao smiled. "You guess how many casualties will be?"

Zhang Wei frowned slightly. "There is a man of Hu who is good at riding and shooting. The number of enemies and us is more than half, and casualties are inevitable. If everyone wears armor, it may be better. In the face of anxiety, if you can't find armor, you can only bet, and you can't let Wang Ji run away."

"What if the ambush?"

"Ambushes?" Zhang Wei's eyes flashed and he pondered for a moment. "If he waited for his work and took advantage of his lack of care, the casualties would naturally be much smaller. It's just..."

Cao Miao waved his hand and said to Han Long: "Listen to Ah Hu, are you good at stealth assassination?"

Han Long smiled. "It's okay."

"Try it?"

"Okay." Han Long agreed happily, looking at Ahu and Qingtao behind Cao Miao. "Who are you?"

"I."

Han Long was stunned, the smile on his face froze, and then shook his hand. "Prince, you must not. I know that the prince is very skilled in martial arts, but this is not an open and upright skill, but a test of danger. If something goes wrong, I, Ahon, will kill me."

Cao Miao looked at Zhang Wei. "You are ambushing the outside. It doesn't matter to everyone else. You must not let Wang Ji run away. Can you do it?"

Zhang Wei hesitated for a long time, looked at Cao Miao and Han Long, not knowing what to say.

Cao Miao smiled and took out a pair of short knives from the bag on the horse's back. "Ahu, follow me. Han Long, I suggest you cooperate with Zhu Da. If there is a person who lets go, it will be much safer. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you." After that, he jumped off the horse and got into the grass on the left.

Without saying a word, Ah Hu jumped off his horse, held the big shield in his left hand, and followed the magic sword made by Pu Yuan in his right hand, and grabbed Cao Miao in front of him in a few steps. Han Long and Zhang Wei looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"Zhu Da, you cover Ah Long. If anything is wrong, send a signal to ask for help."

"Okay." General Zhu inserted his bone-cutting knife into his waist, took a shield from a ranger'er's hand, and walked into the grass on the right side of the road. Han Long followed. The two of them disappeared in the grass one after another.

Zhang Wei turned around and looked at Qingtao. Qingtao didn't say anything, but just nodded. Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed in his eyes, turned around and called out a few rangers, arranged for guerrillas on the periphery, and prepared for forcibly breaking the formation.

"Auntie, follow me."
Chapter completed!