Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 113 Flying Pigeon Biography
In the sound of 'pa~', on Fengrui's left shoulder, he was hit by a tartar riding on horseback, condescendingly, he whipped down fiercely.

Good guy!Amid the sharp pain in his shoulder, Feng Rui almost cried out at that time.

The main reason was that his left shoulder was just hit by a heavy arrow from the Tartars in the battle the day before yesterday; even with an iron armor and a cotton armor for protection, there was still a small wound on his shoulder.

In addition, the arrowheads of the Tartars were also soaked in horse manure.

So two days passed, and the well-treated wound still looked a little red, swollen and inflamed, it hadn't completely healed, and the left hand was a little weak.

After being hit by a whip suddenly, the feeling was so sour.

It is only for those follow-up plans that can be started by mixing with captives.

Feng Rui had no choice but to hug his head with both hands and tightly shut his mouth.

Fortunately, the Tartars didn't really want to kill this 1.8-meter tall coolie, so they didn't do anything to kill him.

Talk!Since being captured by the Tartars, he was escorted all the way to the process of meeting with a group of captured people, as if for the general purpose of 'killing the mighty stick'.

Those Tartars were beaten down with a whip at every turn.

Fortunately, poor Fengrui, when his emotions were about to completely collapse, finally came to that group of captives.

After arriving here, because there are a large number of Tartar cavalry cruising around, it is estimated that there is no need to worry about them escaping. The monitoring intensity is immediately reduced.

Under such circumstances, Fengrui led the three hunters and secretly shuttled among the people who kept their mouths shut and walked like walking corpses.

Why do you want to do this?Of course, find some acquaintances first.

Through these acquaintances, more people can believe in their identity, and then they can do what they say.

Soon after, Feng Rui found a target, that was the old man Jiang who was bent over like an old dog whose spine had been broken, and who was lifeless all over.

Frankly speaking, Hu Biao and the others found it a little inconceivable that the Tartars didn't kill Old Man Jiang, such an obviously cumbersome old man.

In the end, thinking about it, the old man Jiang should be regarded as a craftsman, so there is such a result.

Otherwise, with the viciousness of the Tartars, the old man would have lost his life long ago.

After waiting for a minute or two to confirm that the Tartars hadn't noticed this side, Ruifeng gave the three hunters behind him a look, telling them to cover up for him.

Then he took a few steps forward and patted old man Jiang on the shoulder.

When the old man Jiang instinctively turned his head to look over, and when he saw Fengrui's face clearly, a series of emotions such as astonishment, puzzlement, and surprise appeared in his originally numb eyes, which was extremely wonderful.

At the same time, under the excitement, after opening his mouth, the phrase 'Brother Fengrui' was about to yell out.

Fortunately, before Fengrui made his move, he had anticipated the current situation, and covered the old man's mouth in time.

He didn't forget to open his mouth, and quickly ordered:

"Don't call, or the Tartars will find out that everything is over; listen, I sneaked in to save you, but you need to wait patiently and look for opportunities.

Do you understand? If so, nod immediately. "

Old man Jiang, who finally came to his senses, nodded quickly.

Only then did Feng Rui let go of his hand covering his mouth, and asked, "Is there a way to slow down the marching speed of the Tartars?"

The reason for asking this question is based on the current marching speed of the Tartars and the descriptions given by the hunters.

Hu Biao and the others can basically infer from the map drawn by AT, a little boy, that the Tartars can just camp in a flat river bend before dark.

The problem is that such a terrain is not at all convenient for their night raids.

However, if they tried to delay the Tartars' march all the way, they would have to forcibly camp in a mountainous area for more than two hours.

After all, given the current situation in their team, they don't have the ability to travel overnight.

Such a situation of camping in the mountainous area is undoubtedly very convenient for Hu Biao and the others, and they can do a little work at night.

After hearing such a statement, the whole person seemed to come back to life in a very short period of time. After a little thought, the old man Jiang gave the answer:
"No problem, the tartar team is loaded with too much and too heavy, and those big cars will get stuck at any time, and we usually let us push them out.

At that time, I will find an opportunity to move my hands and feet on the wheels. As long as I damage a few more carts, I can delay them for at least an hour.

However, I wondered if one person would be too busy at that time, so could I inform more people to do it together? "

"Of course you can, but you must choose someone you can trust." After hearing such a request, Feng Rui readily agreed...

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Just like that, the old man Jiang, who had come back to life, started wandering around the crowd with his waist down.

After seeing some familiar and well-known characters, he immediately secretly told these people the news that 'Brother Hu Biao' had sent someone to sneak in.

After letting them find an opportunity, they destroyed several Tatar carts.

Of course, I haven't forgotten that these people pay attention to controlling their expressions, so as not to leak the news.

As a result, acquaintances passed on acquaintances, and within a short period of time, almost the nine hundred people who were captured knew that the general of 'Brother Hu Biao', 'Brother Feng Rui', had already sneaked in.

And everyone must listen to the instructions of 'Brother Fengrui', the critical moment is the requirement to do it.

For a while, even though everyone was trying their best to suppress it, there was something called vitality and hope among all the captured people.

Fortunately, this kind of thing is invisible and colorless, and some guards clearly feel that something is wrong.

But after a closer look, I didn't find any difference, so I could only let it go.

In the following time, as the old man Jiang said, when the Tartar convoy passed through a bad road, the wheels of many carts were deeply sunken in the soil because they were filled with too much grain.

No matter how hard the Tartars driving the chariot lashed the mules and horses, it still had no effect at all.

Seeing this, a tartar who could speak Chinese came over on horseback, called a group of people cursing, and went to push the cart out for them.

And the old man Jiang and the other common people who had been secretly greeted earlier immediately mixed in with these common people and swarmed towards the carts.

Then with their efforts, they successfully broke the wheel of one of the large carts.

Immediately, the entire convoy was directly blocked on the not very spacious dirt road.

Amidst the beating and scolding by the Tartars, these panic-stricken civilians repaired the cart urgently in about [-] minutes, allowing the team to move on again.

It's just that the tartars who just relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, don't know anything in their hearts.

In today's convoy, there are still several large vehicles that have been tampered with secretly.

Either on the axle, or on the wheels, or other places, in short, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it now, but as the team continues to move forward, it will soon go wrong one by one.

No!After seven or eight minutes at most.

When a big car passed a big pothole, after the body bumped violently, the axle broke in two with a 'click~', blocking the not-so-spacious dirt road again.

In such a situation, it seems that he has to work hard again.

Immediately, it was the Tartar team that had traveled more than half a mile and had to stop again.

Under the dizzy shouting and cursing of the Tartar guards, and the chaotic scene of a crowd of people unloading food and repairing the axles in a hurry.

With the sharpness of such a cover, he quickly bit his finger and wrote "OK" on a piece of paper.

I stuffed it into a small pouch hanging on the paw of a carrier pigeon that I just took out from the crotch.

On behalf of the Tartars, Rang sent the news that he would camp in the predetermined area tonight to Suifengdun's lair.

Feng Rui heaved a sigh of relief after watching the pigeon fly higher and higher smoothly until it disappeared completely.

The part of the plan that belongs to him has been done now, and the rest depends on Hu Biao's deadly rush to the street and the efforts of other partners...

(End of this chapter)