The hot weather and long-distance travel have made Zhao Gang very depressed these days, but the weather is all secondary factors, and the main reason for his depression is that he just suffered a defeat.

A few days ago, his whistle cavalry finally caught Wang He's tail. In order not to alert the snake, the whistle cavalry divided into two groups, one of which followed him from afar, and the other returned to the camp to report the news. Zhao Gang, who received the news, was overjoyed and ordered the entire army to attack without thinking, and was about to explode Wang He's chrysanthemum. However, this pursuit lasted for one day. Zhao Gang's army advanced along the mark left by the whistle cavalry, but even a ghost was not caught up. Not only that, his whistle cavalry seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and there was no news again.

Exhausted Zhao Gang had to set up a camp and let the soldiers rest, especially the war horses that had been running around for a day, gathered in a place to be taken care of by a dedicated person. He arranged the horses to resist and arranged the patrols. After eating, the Zhao cavalry returned to the camp and fell asleep soon after.

In his sleep, Zhao Gang dreamed that he had dispersed Wang Yan's army and was slashing and killing defeated soldiers with a sword. Suddenly, a shrill shout of killing came from his ears. The sound was so real that Zhao Gang felt immersive.

"The general is not good, the Qin people are here to kill."

Zhao Gang, who was confused, suddenly woke up, and the shouts of killing in his ears became clearer, making him suddenly realize that he was not dreaming, but that someone was really attacking the camp.

"Fuck me, I'm placing three rows of horses outside the camp. The Qin people were all cavalry and chariots. How could they rush in?"

Zhao Gang grabbed the neck of the school in the newspaper and asked viciously.

The school's aura was not smooth and his face turned red. He pointed to the outside with difficulty and said, "Branchmen, all the people who come here are infantry."

"What"

Zhao Gang slapped his forehead and knew that he had taken it for granted. Wang He, the old fox, didn't go far. His every move was in his sight. He saw that he specially set up a camp for cavalry. He actually let the cavalry dismount and the infantry battle. He had the intention to make plans but was unintentional. Zhao Gang's defeat was a foregone conclusion.

When it was dawn, the Qin people who had taken advantage of it had eaten it. They patted their butts and left, leaving only the ragged Zhao people sitting in a grievance in the camp with blue smoke, with a desolate face.

Looking at Yi Ren and his party, they slept in the open and set out carefully towards Qin. However, the closer they got to the border, the stronger the level search and inspection. Zhao Mu's people should have found that they had taken the wrong path, and maybe they were already chasing them from behind at this moment.

In a deserted courtyard in Houge Village, A San slimly climbed over the wall and rushed into the room a few times. As soon as he stood there, he felt a dark wind rushing. A San dodged and whispered: "It's me."

Yiren suddenly stopped the wooden stick in his hand and waited to tell the person clearly. Then he let out a long sigh and asked nervously: "Asan, what is the situation outside now, when can we set off?"

A San shook his head with a gloomy face and said slowly: "The situation is very bad. Zhao Bing is looking for someone with a picture shadow at the checkpoint, and he cannot pass at all. My people have already contacted General Wang. I can only hope that he can get here as soon as possible..."

"well......"

Xia Ji sighed deeply, raised her hand to call her son and wife to her side.

"This trip is full of twists and turns. Now that he is trapped in this small village, he has no way to go. Waiting for rescue here is like giving life and death to others' hands. I will not take it. My grandson has not yet been named since he was born. Today I have gone beyond the name of "Zheng" and only hope that he can take charge of politics and love one day and ascend the throne of A San, come here."

A San strode to Xia Ji and bowed to salute.

"Asan. I know that with your strength, you can't leave here. The reason why you stay here is just because you are dragged down by the three of us. The situation is critical now, and we have to make the worst plans. If we are found by Zhao Bing, please take Zheng'er away from this place as soon as possible. Be sure to send him to Qin State after entering Qin, and do not send him directly to the Qin Palace. It is not safe there. You just need to secretly go to the Lu Family store, find Lu Buwei, and then hand the child to him."

After hearing the wife's words, Zhao Ji, who was already desperate, suddenly regained her spirit. Others don't know the reason, but she knows the most. If anyone in this world can provide the greatest protection for her son, it is undoubtedly Lu Buwei because he is the child's biological father.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji's eyes at A San became more earnest, afraid that he would have any concerns and refused.

"Madam, don't worry, once things are not violated, I will make a decision to send the young master to Mr. Lu."

"Hu." Everyone in the house breathed a long sigh. With this retreat, Zheng'er could definitely be safe. After letting go of her worries, the heavy atmosphere in the house became much more relaxed.

But at this moment, after a big circle, the search team sent by Zhao Mu finally found the right direction. They searched all the villages along the way, and even the lonely villages on the mountain were not spared. They knew that the closer they were to Wang's activity area, the greater the possibility of catching the target, and Houge Village in front was the focus of their search.

"Driving"

The sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility in the village. Teams of vicious Zhao Bing drove out the people in the village and concentrated in the empty field in the village. The person who led the Zhao Bing was still an acquaintance. It was Zhao Kang, the butler of Julu Marquis's Mansion who was kidnapped at the time. However, his cheeks were swollen and his red fingerprints were printed on his face. It was still visible for so many days. I don’t know how many times he was thrust by the angry Zhao Mukuang.

"There are you all here in your village?"

"Oh, hey"

My gray hair was just listening to Zhao Kang's sinister test, and I couldn't help but tremble. With the help of my grandson, I stood tremblingly on the platform, squinted my eyes and pointed my names one by one.

Several Zhao Bings were holding pictures and moving through the crowd. No young and strong of the same age had escaped their eyes. However, after a while, everyone had gained nothing except adding two taels of oil on their faces.

"Are everyone here?"

"Sir, the 345 people in Houge Village are all here, and there is nothing missing. Sir, Sir, what are you going to do?"

Lao Li just finished speaking, but Zhao Kang waved his hand. Except for the soldiers guarding the people, the rest rushed into the people's homes and flipped and smashed them.

"What are you doing to see if you have any prisoners hiding and search for me?"

The sound of smashing was getting closer and closer, but in the deserted house next to the village, there was a dead silence. To be continued.
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