The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it made people feel a little creepy. Yang Xiaomei held the thick tree trunk and looked deep in the forest. She was worried about Qing Cang because he had disappeared from her sight.

At this time, she heard footsteps coming from a distance, which was very messy, and she was so scared that she hurriedly hid behind the trunk of a tree, even breathing very carefully, for fear of being discovered.

The sound was getting closer and closer until the sound of talking was heard under the tree.

"Come down!"

She was overjoyed. It was Qing Cang's voice, he was still alive.

She cried with joy. When she saw Qing Cang riding on a black war horse, holding a torch in her hand, she showed a hint of doubt in her eyes.

He saw her doubts and quickly lied: "After killing the wolves, he found this horse. Come up, we have to rush through the night."

He couldn't say it was given by the system, right? Yang Xiaomei nodded and gently slid down the tree.

Qing Cang stretched out his hand and pulled it onto the horse. When she sat behind him, he felt a softness. In this winter, women in ancient times wrapped themselves like balls, and no matter how good they were, they could not see it. But if they were in contact with their bodies, they could feel it.

He didn't know that Yang Xiaomei's cheeks were red behind her, which was a kind of shyness that was unique to women.

But if it were not for the last resort, Qing Cang would not have let Yang Xiaomei ride on the horse with her.

"Hurry up! Go!"

Qing Cang carried ak47 on his back, holding a torch in one hand and a reins in the other, and rode a horse and continued on his way.

In this kind of rainy and snowy weather, the ground was wet and dark, so Qing Cang didn't dare to let the horses run too fast. At the current speed, according to his estimate, he could reach the destination in three hours. At that time, letting go of Yang Xiaomei, after the task was completed, he could do whatever he wanted, dominate and treat disobedience.

As for the next road, Qing Cang kept his vigilance no matter when. After about two hours, it was completely dark and it was raining, so he didn't expect a moon. In this dark dark night, as long as a little light appeared particularly dazzling.

Suddenly, a large amount of light appeared in the distance and was moving quickly.

He immediately tied the reins, the horses roared and stopped moving forward.

Qing Cang thought to himself that he didn't know whether these lights were enemies or friends. Judging from the number, it should be an army. This kind of army always had hundreds or thousands of people, and in the dark night, his vision was extremely poor. With him alone, he could not escape unscathed.

Sure enough, the survival system issued a task again at this time. "Please avoid the Yellow Turban Army's search within five minutes. The task is successful, no rewards, the task fails, and death."

This is a task that is considered a reward, and you will die if you fail? This system is indeed not very friendly to him. One day he has to study this system carefully and don’t let him lead the nose all the time!

But now it seems that he has not given much time to complain, because he can already hear the sound of the Yellow Turban Army in the distance, and some people blow the trumpet. In ancient times, this was a trumpet. The next one might be an attack!

Obviously, in this dark night, the light on the torch on his hand was discovered, and Qing Cang was mistaken for the Han army.

Sure enough, the sound of rushing in the distance came and got closer and closer. He immediately watched around. He had to find a suitable place to hide in a short time, otherwise he would have to die.

Yang Xiaomei had never seen such a stance. She fell softly on Qing Cang and kept trembling.

Finally, he found a gully not far away, which looked quite deep and was covered with thick white snow.

"Sister Yang, I will throw you into that ravine later. Don't speak out, do you know?"

Yang Xiaomei was very scared. She glanced at his eyes and was very firm. So she took a deep breath and nodded. She believed that he would not disappoint her, and she would definitely be able to escape danger this time!

Qing Cang pulled Yang Xiaomei up. Her weight was nothing to him. Yang Xiaomei was thrown into the gully by him. The thick snow soon fell to Yang Xiaomei's chest.

He inserted the torch into the horse's back. He slapped hard, and jumped up at the same time, falling into the gully accurately. The black horse's butt hurt and ran away in the opposite direction with light.

As soon as he fell into the snow, he immediately discovered that it was not easy to find as a bunker.

Two minutes later, a large number of torches illuminated the surroundings, and someone shouted: "General, find the horse's hoof print!"

A large number of yellow turbans were wandering around where Qing Cang was, and they found that the horseshoe prints ended here.

They were very close to the two of them. Yang Xiaomei was breathing very heavily, and a smell of a woman alone came from a very pleasant smell. Qing Cang knew that Yang Xiaomei was very scared. He was afraid that she would scream and immediately covered Yang Xiaomei's mouth with his hands.

If she was asked to call out, both of them would have to finish playing. At this time, a loud voice came from his ears, and he knew that the strong man was as strong as he heard it. He said:

"It must be a spy from the Han army! He ran away and chased me! Don't let him report the news!"

The troops took the orders, and the large group of people started to move and chased the southwest.

Qing Cang's saber was in his hand, and he hid in the snow with Yang Xiaomei, not daring to show off, for fear of being discovered.

Qing Cang wears less, and the heat from his body melts the snow. A large amount of snow water flows into Qing Cang's body along his clothes. The coldness comes. He grits his teeth and endures the cold.

Fortunately, these people came in a hurry, and even more so when they went there, they could not care whether there was any fraud.

After about two minutes, there seemed to be no sound on it. Qing Cang poked his head out and saw a torch moving towards him.

"I'm so suffocating, just pee here!"

It turned out to be a strong man holding a torch and carrying a bow and arrow. It seemed that he was deliberately falling behind to relieve his internal urgency. When he untied his belt, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him.

He saw Qing Cang and was about to scream.

“…”

However, a silver saber cut his throat directly, and blood splattered suddenly, and then he fell to the ground.

When he met Qing Cang, he was unlucky. Qing Cang quickly took off the man's coat and put it on, and the coldness was reduced a little. He came out in a hurry just now, but he didn't expect to bring more clothes.

"Walk!"

Qing Cang pulled Yang Xiaomei up and ran towards the Yellow Turban Road. They almost moved with a touch.

There should be twenty kilometers away from the destination, and the horse is gone. The remaining road is probably required to be walked, but it is not possible to use torches at this night. Because as long as the fire is used, the Yellow Turban Army will inevitably attract the attention of the Yellow Turban Army in the darkness. At that time, there was no such good luck and I couldn't escape.

And without torches, he was rushing around at night, and there were dangers everywhere. Although there was ak47, he didn't dare to use it. In this quiet night, a little sound would bring danger.

"Let's find a place to hide."

Qing Cang finally decided to find a place to hide and set off until dawn tomorrow.

Yang Xiaomei was still in shock. What Qing Cang said was nothing better.

The sky was nowhere to be seen, and the sky was clear at this moment. A faint moonlight shone on the earth. After they walked a few miles, Qingcang discovered a cave, right in front of him.

At that moment, he decided to spend the night here tonight.

The cave is dry, and it is much warmer than the outside, at least there is no wind or rain or snow.
Chapter completed!