The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 599
Chen Zhao also flew to the top of the truck to observe, only to find that there were several horses circling in the desolate fields, and on the vast plain, a few lonely horses were conspicuous.

According to what was said yesterday, there are at least three teams following the convoy, but why hang around like this.

Chen Zhao called Sun Xiaodong and said calmly:
"Bring dry rations, money, and my badge, ride horses and go to Jinmen Sanwei to mobilize reinforcements, take three horses, and change horses halfway, remember, no matter what happens, our team will definitely be here On the official road, you can't run but only guard!!"

Sun Xiaodong agreed with a solemn expression, and after taking the things, he hurriedly headed east to beat the horse away. It is estimated that it is a day and a half away from Jinmen Kuaima, and the Jinmen Sanwei stationed soldiers, so they should be able to arrive in time.

Of course, this is a theoretical matter, and Chen Zhao is just making some official articles.

The gang that dared to rob and kill him was not easy.

Whether Jinmen's army will come is still unknown.

As for whether Sun Xiaodong will be robbed and killed, Chen Zhao is not worried.

Each of the talents he cultivated was taught martial arts by Chen Zhao according to their own characteristics.

Although he has only practiced for a few short years, unless he is a master like Ye Gucheng, he may not be able to cause harm to Sun Xiaodong.

The further he walked, the more dignified Chen Zhao became.

Because it's been half an hour, and there is no passerby on the official road, no matter whether it is in the same direction as him or oncoming.

On the official road on the Great Plains, apart from the convoy, there were some suspicious people far behind.

The Grand Canal is on one side, everything is quiet, the weather is clear, cloudless, the sun is high in the sky, Chen Zhao took a deep breath.

It can be seen that this is a big battle.

It was Chen Zhao's 200 people fighting with at least a thousand people.

Once the gap of more than ten times is reached, even if he is a top expert, Chen Zhao can't help but feel a little dignified.

After all, he practiced martial arts, not fairy arts.

After this killing, he must have a good chat with Emperor Xiaode.

Don't ask for more benefits, never give up.

Although I was thinking about something, the speed of the convoy did not delay much. About half an hour before lunch break, a single rider came out from the roadside trail.

Seeing Chen Zhao's large team, the knight hurriedly returned to the trail. The official road was not very spacious. There was a convoy, and his horse couldn't turn around in a hurry, so he had to duck down again.

The knight's clothes and harness were half old and patched up and down. The horse was an old horse, carrying a baggage on the back of the saddle. He was also of medium build and looked ordinary.

As soon as he got out of the way, the coachman facing him didn't have to adjust the direction of his animals. There were dozens of large carts in this convoy, and if there was a change in one cart, he would have to adjust accordingly.

The sudden appearance of the knight was convenient, the coachman had to straighten up on the shaft to make a smile, and greeted:

"Brother, please give way here, where is this going?"

The knight adjusted the direction of the horse on the small road, walked up the road a few steps to keep up, and said politely:

"What's the trouble when you're away from home? Come over from Xianghe County and go back to Yangcun's house, brother?"

"Go to Jinmen Guard, we adults are going to take office."

Cars and horses have their own rules, and everyone is polite when they go out on the road. The knight was obviously happy to have a companion to talk to on the road, so he leaned over on his horse and chatted with the driver. The way of driving the car is also boring It's tense, someone chatting gossip, but also slowly ease the tension.

Chen Zhao glanced at the man, and when Lin Fei approached, the two lowered their voices almost in unison and said:
"Is there a problem with this person (is it a spy)?"

Chen Zhao was stunned, and immediately rushed to my subordinate Chang Cheng's consciousness, and asked, "Da Fei, how did you see that?" '

"Returning to my lord, "There is at least one more day to go to Yangcun, and depending on the weather and his old horse, he must spend the night outside tonight. Although it is not cold, it will be difficult to stay up late. Save his clothes and such a small It is not easy to deal with the burden at all. When I go home from a long distance, the burden was too light just now, and there is no hard object, which means that there is no silver or copper coins in it. This is too wrong. "

After hearing this, Chen Zhao shook his head with a smile, and said:
"Da Fei thinks it's a bit trivial. In fact, these days, if a small family has a horse, it really should be treated like a father, mother and brother. Now that it's not fast with our team, that person should have dismounted and led the horse long ago. Followed, he was still riding over there..."

Speaking of this, Lin Fei already knew what to do, and immediately said to a Tartar horse herder:

"Find a few people to help, and tie up the person in front to see me."

As soon as the Tartar herdsman heard that there was work to be done, his eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded with a smile on his face. Not long after, the five men rode on horses and slowly approached. Before the person could react, he tied him up with a rope.

Chen Zhao looked behind and shook his head, commenting in a low voice:

"The shepherd recruited by Sun Xiaodong is very skilled. It seems that he has been doing this in the north."

"My lord, these Tartars came from the north. Seventy to eighty percent of them offended the nobles and most of the people on the grassland. They didn't want to fight hard to escape. They came here to die. If they were kind, they would die there. gone."

Lin Fei answered with a smile, the man was already tied up like a rice dumpling, he was carried over and thrown on the ground, Chen Zhao stopped the convoy, stood in front of the man and asked in a cold voice:
"I am the commander of Jin Yiwei, and taking your life is just a matter of one sentence. Tell me why you follow me."

The man's dizziness from being hit on the head by the big stick has not dissipated, he opened his eyes to see Chen Zhao and begged tremblingly:

"My lord, the villain is just going the same way, I don't want to follow my lord!"

Chen Zhao kicked the man's belly hard, and the man immediately curled up as if curled up. Chen Zhao asked again:

"Why did you follow me!?"

"The villain really doesn't know. The villain's wife and son are still at home waiting for the villain to come home!"

When the convoy stopped, many people poked their heads out to see what was going on here. Hearing the man's cries, many old people and women had unbearable expressions on their faces. Chen Zhao raised his voice and said:
"Battle, go and get the medicine and bandages!"

Hearing the talk about the wound medicine, the man thought that Chen Zhao was soft-hearted, and cried even louder. The Tartars sent the wound medicine and bandages, but Chen Zhao refused to untie the man on the ground, letting the tartar Battelle grab the man With his right arm, he drew out the knife and chopped down directly.

With a sound of "click", the man screamed loudly, and Battelle was sprayed with blood all over his body. While having the severed arm bandaged with medicine, Chen Zhao picked up the man's right hand for a few moments, squatted down and patted it with the back of the knife. The man's distorted face said coldly:
"Why do you follow me secretly, if you say it, I will give you a good time, if you don't say it, I will cut off your hands, feet and head one by one."

After finishing speaking, Chen Zhao stood up and raised the knife, the man below stopped screaming abruptly, and shouted in a hoarse voice:
"My lord, tell the little one, talk to the little one..."

His voice was out of tune because of the severe pain.

(End of this chapter)