Cutting off the tail to survive.

Surviving in troubled times does require courage. At this point, Chen Di finally performed pretty well, but compared to Chen Ping's movements, he was still half a beat slower.

As soon as Han Si left Zongzheng's mansion, he sent a signal to Captain Feng Xuan who was guarding the outside of the other courtyard. A meticulous hunting operation to round up the enemy was carried out at the foot of Qishan Mountain.

Feng Xuan has commanded such a small-scale operation with consistency and ease. In terms of ability, Feng Xuan, who has served as a captain of the Imperial Guard, has no doubt that all he lacks is qualifications and merit.

"Marquis Han Jun, you lead a team to surround the main entrance, and the rest of the soldiers will follow me to take the back route to block the escaping enemies." The action was imminent, and Feng Xuan became energetic.

"No!" Han Si ordered.

This round-up operation was directly ordered by the Changshi Mansion. For newcomers like Feng Xuan and Han Si, this was a good opportunity to test their abilities in front of Changshi Chen Ping. If he missed it, he would not know how to get promoted again.

When will it happen again?

At the foot of Qishan Mountain.

The Fushui River originates from the depths of the mountain stream, winds through the great plains, and finally merges into the Wei River.

In some places of this tributary, the golden waves of wheat are connected with the shy green millet stalks, giving people a scene of infinite vitality. The rising and falling of the millet stalks can be smelled in the air when the north wind blows again and again.

A burst of mature flavor.

Ma Feng lay tightly on the field ridge, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After a series of high-intensity runs, he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Not far away, shouts of killing and screams came from time to time. Perhaps one or two of them sounded very familiar, and Ma Feng was filled with horror.

If he hadn't happened to be out of court just now and quickly jumped over the wall and ran away, at this time, he and his companions would have been blocked in the courtyard by the army and left to die.

This time, I went to Yongzhou to do intercropping. Looking at it now, it was a wrong decision.

However, Ma Feng had to come.

His entire family, young and old, are being detained in Xianyang. If he doesn't come, without Zhang Han's further explanation, his children will be used as slaves and sold at will.

When Zhang Han fished out Ma Feng from Xiang Yu's butcher's knife, he took a fancy to Ma Feng's connections. But a few days ago, Li Jun's large-scale manhunt operation had already made Ma Feng feel bad. Chen Di

There, it was impossible to keep it secret for long. If Ma Feng was really discovered, Ma Feng would not be able to let Chen Di exonerate himself even though he only had a one-time friendship with Chen Di.

"There is one more person, don't let the thief escape, chase him!" Faintly, the shouts of Li Jun's soldiers were slowly approaching, and Ma Feng knew in his heart that the resistance on the other side of the hospital had ended, leaving those on the other side behind.

My companions are all probably dead.

"Do you have to take risks if you want to survive?" Ma Feng said fiercely, straightened up slightly, and moved quickly between the millet stalks. He was familiar with the terrain in this area. After passing through this corn field, the house was ahead of him.

Water, and after crossing Fushui, you will reach Qishan in Guangmao.

As long as he enters the mountain, Ma Feng is not afraid no matter how many pursuers there are.

——.

Ma Feng ran away.

Feng Xuan broke into a cold sweat.

When he just interrogated the captured Jianzuo and learned that Ma Feng, the former steward of Ma Cao, the Qin State's envoy, was the leader of these people, Feng Xuan felt a sense of oppression that a storm was about to come.

Ma Cao and his uncle Feng Jing are the backbone of the Ying Ziying Group and have a good relationship with each other. Feng Xuan has visited Ma's house many times. Naturally, Ma Feng has met him a few times, but he never expected that Ma Feng would actually

He sneaked into the dark room of Yongqi to gather information.

"Who is the mastermind behind this?" Feng Xuan was filled with doubts.

"Report to the captain, we found traces of people crossing the river in front of Fushui River Beach." Han Si was panting. This time, the main culprit was escaped, which made him feel very shameless.

"Han Si, you cross the river and catch up. The rest take a shortcut with me and go to the Qishan Gorge Road to block people." Feng Xuan ordered through gritted teeth. The Qishan Narrow Road is a pass that runs through the Qishan Mountains. These crossings

They were scattered everywhere in the gaps between the mountains. After feeling that there was little hope of catching up with them along the way, Feng Xuan decided to take a gamble.

The mountain road is winding, and it is common for horses to die while looking at the mountain. Feng Xuan wanted to bet that the narrow path Ma Feng took was the same as he had guessed.

——.

With his familiarity with the terrain, Ma Feng took the lead and crossed the shallow Fushui River. There was still an open area ahead. As long as he pressed harder and entered the jungle, he would be relatively safe.

"When I go back, I will definitely find a way to get my family out, and then hide in a remote place and never participate in the big shots' fights again." Ma Feng was thinking wildly in his mind as he ran.

"Porphyrin!"

A sharp gust of wind rang in his ears, and before Ma Feng could react, a sharp arrow penetrated his thigh.

"ah!"

Ma Feng screamed and rolled and fell on the river beach. Behind him, a trail of blood stains lay clearly on the warm ground covered with dead leaves.

Ma Feng, whose mouth was full of blood, struggled to open his eyes, but he saw several men in black running out of the bushes in front of them with bows and arrows on their backs and swords in their hands.

"You are——!" Ma Feng's eyes lit up, but then his voice weakened.

"Mr. Ma, you recognize grandpa, right? It doesn't matter. You will be reunited with your master soon." Among the men in black, a tall figure squatted down and glanced at the embarrassed Ma Feng.

Laughed ferociously.

"You guys, did you vote for Chen Di?" Ma Feng closed his eyes tightly with great effort and asked in a low voice. He had already recognized these men in black, and several of them were the same people who had been feng Chang Ying Ziying before.

, the visitor Ma Cao, the dian Ke Feng Jing and others kept in the house as dead men.

"So what, you must be regretting it. If you want to blame it, it's just that you know too much." The man in black chuckled lightly, and with a slight cut of the sharp sword in his hand, a line was wiped out in Ma Feng's throat.

A big hole filled with blood.

"You!" Ma Feng's eyes suddenly widened, his body twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

"Let's go!" The man in black glanced coldly at Ma Feng's dead body, said hello to the people around him, then quickly turned around and fled into the forest. At the moment when his figure was about to disappear, he glanced back at the people already there.

The pursuers crossing the river beach showed a proud smile.

People tend to relax their vigilance when they feel proud.

This is a result of inertial thinking.

This is true even for disciples who have practiced the martial arts of the Mo family. What's more, these men in black have only learned a little bit about the Moh family at best, and they are still far away from the real heroes of the world.
Chapter completed!