Drunk King and Minister

In the silent night, a fire suddenly lit up.

A high-pitched shout pierced the silence of the night.

"It's not good! It's flooded! Put out the fire!"

The voice yelled two or three times before it stopped.

In the open space shaded by the woods, the quiet camp became commotion.

Chen Qian patted the dirt left on her hand by the thrown torch, and signaled the people around her to stop shouting.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Du Jun, who was drawn out intermittently by the shouts and fire, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that it is very effective.

When Chen Qian lit the torch, Han Zigao's heart was in his throat. It was not impossible to take advantage of the chaos to transport food, but it seemed too hasty when there were only about twenty people on his side.

He wanted to stop Chen Qian from throwing the torch, but he stopped when his eyes touched Chen Qian's composed face.

Chen Qian has always been strategizing, and she has never lost a battle since she led the army when she was young!

How could such a character make such an unspeakable mistake?

Han Zigao secretly reassured himself.Chen Qian might have other plans.Judging from today's deployment, Chen Qian's idea must have been fought long ago, and she must be striving for perfection without negligence.

Chen Qian whispered, "Let's go!"

Like a frightened mammoth, everyone suddenly jumped out from the cover of the forest!

Holding a long sword in his hand, Han Zigao was on high alert, and rushed towards the direction of grain and grass following the crowd.I thought there would be a difficult fight, but no, the situation was completely unexpected.

When Du Jun saw the crowd suddenly appearing, although he was shocked, they lighted up their weapons and shouted "enemy attack", but their voices were weak.The pace of rushing up to fight was soft and weak, and even the slightest force could not be felt when the blades met.

Du Jun's reaction was much slower than Han Zigao imagined, and his combat effectiveness was like an eggplant beaten by frost.

The torch thrown by Chen Qian was lit on the other side of the grain.

Part of Du Jun rushed to put out the fire, while the other part responded to the raiding Chen Qian group.

However, no matter what he did, he seemed powerless.

Chen Qian and others moved five carts of grain and grass at the cost of five casualties, and the fire that was spreading on the other side showed no sign of abating when everyone was fighting and retreating.

There were not many Du Jun chasing, and five people remained to wipe out the pursuers, and the others pushed the grain cart back to the tunnel entrance.

Han Zigao finally understood the reason for the strange style of the tunnel exit.

Bags of food and grass were thrown down, barely filling up the empty space.

The authentic exit is hidden in the forest, and the branches and fallen leaves on the side form a natural barrier above.

Several people sat on the grain cart, and several others pushed the grain cart over the side of the tunnel entrance, and the tracks of the wheels led to the depths of the forest.

At the same time, the five people who had wiped out the chasing enemy also came to join the crowd.

After pushing the grain truck for a mile, they abandoned the grain truck and disappeared silently into the dense forest at night.

Han Zigao, full of doubts, helped a soldier beside him who had been stabbed in the upper arm to stab the wound hastily while walking.

The wound was not serious, the wound was long but not deep.This is another place that makes Han Zigao strange.

Today's Du Jun is too weird.

No matter in terms of reaction speed, body agility, combat power, or even the sound of killing, there is a sense of lack of strength.

Chen Qian glanced sideways at Han Zigao. His right arm was hanging around his neck, and there were some small wounds on his upper arm. The blood that flowed out was not much, and it had dried up on the clothes cut by the blade.

Fortunately, it's not a big deal to have such an injury with the sword in his left hand.

When everyone returned to Changcheng County, there were only two or three fires burning in the camp, slightly illuminating the surroundings of the camp.

Everything is in order.

Chen Qian explained: "Before dawn tomorrow, transport the food and grass from the tunnel back to the camp. Remember to be careful." Everyone took orders and retreated.

Han Zigao was stopped by Chen Qian.

"What? No questions to ask?" Chen Qian looked at Han Zigao with a smile in her eyes.

Han Zigao, who had been peeked into his mind, did not hide it, and bluntly poured out his doubts.

"Then Du Jun's behavior today is too weird, what... did you do?"

Chen Qian grinned her lips and laughed wantonly twice.

"I sent people to add laxatives to the river that they usually eat and drink."

Han Zigao's eyes widened when he heard this, and he couldn't help but sneer after a moment's pause.

The task of administering laxatives is not an easy task. Adding medicine to the running water will be washed away in a short time, and it may also bring disaster to the fish in the pond. However, the person Chen Qian sent was a stalker from Changcheng County. The street hooligans, who are accustomed to tricks, took the opportunity to put the medicine in the river before Du Jun made the water for cooking and food. When Du Jun was fishing for the water, all the water with the medicine went into Du Jun's bucket.

While Han Zigao gloated, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

"If that ruffian is discovered by others, or if he is greedy for life and afraid of death, treacherous and treacherous, it will be a good thing. If Du Jun will follow his plan, wouldn't we..."

Chen Qian couldn't help laughing again.

"Zigao is worrying too much. I never misjudge people. He is a very interesting and wonderful person." He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up a little, "You will be surprised when you see him tomorrow. of."

However, Chen Qian only expected half of it.

When Han Zigao saw the very interesting person Chen Qian was talking about, he was not surprised, but he was so angry that he almost drew his sword and cut him down.