Chapter 191 Entering the Desheng Lake at night

Baotong stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the vast night, the moonlight was bright, and everything around seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost, which looked clear.

He stood at the bow of the boat with confidence, looking at everything quiet around him, and felt a secret joy in his heart. This time, he must catch the other party off guard!

If he had recruited the boatman from the local area, he would probably not have been so optimistic. The lake surface of Gaoyou Lake was endless and there were no reeds. Desheng Lake was a shallow lake with reeds everywhere on the lake and sailing in the reed marsh. If it weren't for the boatman who was born and raised here, it would be difficult to tell the direction. As long as you go in and out, it would be difficult.

Even the boatman who has been sailing in Desheng Lake for many years is unwilling to go deep into the reeds, because there are even more reeds there and messy. After entering, it is too difficult to think about it.

Among them, only one person knew that Zhuzi's mother was a fisherman on Desheng Lake before marrying Zhuzi's father. It was difficult for fishermen to intermarry with people on the shore. Many fishermen were intermarried internally, just like salt households intermarrying internally, and the household registration system killed people.

Zhuzi's father was killed, and she had to drive a boat for these enemies. When she heard that she was going to Desheng Lake, she made up her mind to bring them all inside, trap them in and avenge her husband.

Therefore, she concealed her grief and rowed her enemies. Every time she rowed, she pushed the enemies on the boat into the death trap and into the reed marsh. She knew that she might not be able to get out, but she was still willing and worth it.

She paddled with great effort and took advantage of the moonlight to get closer and closer to Desheng Lake.

Everything nearby is still so familiar, exactly the same as when I was not married. I wonder if there are still people living in the dilapidated village on the shore? A few years ago, a large number of people starved to death due to the famine.

She had a smile on her face, not like a person who was about to die, but she looked at the Tartars at the bow of the boat, as if she was already looking at the dead.

After entering the reed marsh, I took you around and insisted on trapping you to death!

She was full of conflicts with the other fishermen following behind. Usually, their relationship was pretty good, but when her man died, they didn't dare to say anything. Although she knew that this was all because of the ferocity of the Tartars, there was still a trace of resentment in her heart.

You can't blame me, I was forced to do it too. Zhuzi's father died and I don't want to live anymore.

When we arrived at Desheng Lake, the moon had disappeared into the sky and became dark around us.

"Baotong, the situation here is unknown. Let's wait for dawn before going in!" Nasuladin said with a serious attitude.

"Abu, we are going to sneak attack the other party. If it is dawn, how can we sneak attack?" Baotong said.

"But, I see that the reeds around us are a little weird. Will we get lost when we go in?" Nasuladin still saw the clues.

"Abu, don't worry, no matter how many reeds there are, how big is our grassland? When will we get lost on the grassland?" said Baotong.

This sentence is right, Nasuladin calms down.

"Abu, we have so many boats, no matter how chaotic the road is, I believe we will find the other party's place." Baotong said: "At most, it was the early morning, and the enemy was sleeping soundly. Are they still the ghosts under our arrow?"

Baotong moved Nasuladin.

"Okay, let's go in now, follow a boat, don't lose it." Nasuladin said.

"Yes, Abu, I will issue an order immediately." Baotong said.

Unexpectedly, before Baotong could issue the order, an inconspicuous small fishing boat left the fleet and sailed directly into the reed marsh.

These boatmen could never enforce the orders like the army. Baotong sighed and ordered the boatmen to follow.

As soon as I entered the two bends, Nasuladin felt something was wrong. The reed marsh was a little weird. There were dense reeds in front, back, left and right, and they were exactly the same everywhere, just like the prairie. However, on the prairie, there was a sun that could distinguish the direction, and it was endless. Here, all the reeds were reeds, southeast, west and north, and I couldn't tell how I came in just now.

"Get out of your troops and advance again tomorrow during the day." Nasuladin said.

"Abu, it's time for us now. I don't believe how powerful this reed can be. We have dozens of boats and we can't find the other party's place."

"No, stop the troops immediately!" said Nasuladin.

"Yes, Abu." Baotong knew that Abu must have his own opinion when he objected so much.

A low sound of snails sounded on the lake, "Woo, woo." It was the sound of the army retreating.

Hearing the sound, all the soldiers looked back, "Boatman, turn the bow of the boat and go back."

Turning the bow of the boat is not as simple as turning the horse's head, especially in this narrow river channel, surrounded by reeds, and as long as you support the rudder, you will hit the reeds.

Moreover, it is too dark now, and everything around is vague.

"Boom!" The hull swayed, and in a hurry, the two ships collided together.

"Ah!" A soldier standing at the bow of the boat did not stand firmly. In a flash, he fell into the water.

In the darkness, no one dared to go down to save him, and no one could swim.

He struggled in the water for a few times, and a few bubbles appeared, and it was about to sink.

"Next!" The boatman quickly threw the cable down.

This is the straw that I saved my life. The soldiers who fell from the water grabbed the cable, but their bodies were still sinking involuntarily.

"Pull it up!" said the boatman.

The soldiers next to him then pulled the rope and pulled the fallen soldiers onto the boat.

"Wow!" He vomited a few mouthfuls of river water, laying wet on the boat, gasping for breath.

For the Mongolian cavalry who grew up in the north and had never taken a bath once a year, the river water was simply a nightmare.

The little leader also heard the sound of snails, "Hey, hurry up, turn the bow of the boat, go back!"

"Go back? Where to go?" the woman asked.

"That's more important than saying, of course I'm going back to the fleet!" The little leader turned his head back and looked, and was shocked: In the dark night sky, where can I see other ships? There are reeds around, and the reeds are deep, what about other ships? He suddenly felt a frowning feeling.

Several Mongolian soldiers around him also noticed something was wrong, and Ulaola shouted to the woman.

The woman shook her head: "I don't understand!"

"Go back quickly! The sir has issued an order to withdraw the troops. If you don't go back, be careful that your head will fall to the ground."

"Yes." The woman replied, starting to fuck the boat and changing direction.

There are reeds all around, and dense reeds. Under the bleak starlight, everything seems so ordinary and so unusual.

"Wow, wow." Only the sound of paddling paddling stirred the quiet night sky a little uneasy.

Suddenly, the little leader found something was wrong: he had been walking back for a while, why didn’t he find the large army yet? Did he go in the wrong direction of the ship?

Of course, I was wrong. From the beginning when I entered the reed marsh, I didn’t plan to go out alive, so I was just walking around, not to mention that even during the day, I would get lost in it, not to mention that at night, I could part ways at any fork.

"Hey, where are you going?" asked the little leader.

"Of course I'm going back." The woman said.

The little leader felt a little relieved, "But why can't you see the ship behind?"

"It's been a few hours, and I'm so tired. There are two people on their other boats who can row alternately. I am the only one of the boats, so of course I'm slowing down." The woman explained.

A thought came to his mind, and he smiled wickedly: "Then let me row you for the boat!" As he said that, he walked to the back cabin and came to the back of the woman. One hand had already reached the woman's hand.

"This paddle should be like this, right?" asked the little leader.

The woman's hand instinctively wanted to retract, but she stopped her anger and said, "Why don't we take a side?" As she said that, she left her right hand and left the oar sideways to the little leader.

The little leader touched the polished paddle handle, as if he was touching a woman's hand, "Okay, then let's row together. When we go back, warm the quilt!"

Suddenly, the hull shaking.

"Ouch!" As soon as the little leader walked to the right side of the boat, the hull was for some reason. When he happened to sway, he stood unsteadily and fell to the right side.

The moment he fell down, his upper body had fallen, but his lower body was still in the cabin, with a cabin hooking the boat gang.

His head had been soaked in the water. He straightened his waist hard, exposed his head out of the water, and had already drunk two sips of water. This action was like performing acrobatics. Unfortunately, no one watched it in the darkness.

"Little lady, please help me!" said the little leader.

The Tartar soldiers in front also found something behind, so they walked backwards.

"Dada." The Tatar soldiers' footsteps were very heavy. They were not used to walking on the boat. They always felt that they were swaying downwards and were not stable at all.

As they walked, the hull shook even harder.

The little leader was immersed in the water from time to time, and exposed to the water from time to time. His body had to be raised upwards and he had to hook his legs to the boat. He felt that he really couldn't support it.

"Little lady, save me!" He shouted loudly without caring about face.

"Okay, hold on!" The woman acted to pull him to the right. In the darkness, she had raised her right foot and kicked her hard on the legs of the little leader.

"Ouch!" The little leader felt that he had exhausted all his strength and suffered such severe pain again. He could no longer hold on and slipped into the water.

The soldiers in the front cabin just ran over.

Seeing him fall, they had no choice.

"Help, help!" The little leader was thrusting on the water, and he was at the end of his strength.

In the darkness, the soldiers in the front cabin did not see it very clearly, but heard the sound of water splashes and knew that he was still struggling in the water.

A Chinese-speaking soldier said, "Hurry up, save him!"

"Yes!" The woman picked up the bamboo pole that was carrying the boat and shouted to the little leader who fell into the water: "Catch the bamboo pole!" As she said that, she stabbed the bamboo pole to the place where the little leader was.

If you want to hold a bamboo pole, you also need to have certain techniques. If the angle is not appropriate, the bamboo pole will be bounced away by water. What is important is to be fast, accurate and ruthless.

She held the bamboo pole and poked hard to the place where she fell into the water.

"Ah!" The little leader suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. The bamboo pole had pierced his chest. He had already forced himself to breathe. Now, he finally felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and he was no longer under his control. The surging river water flooded his consciousness.

Zhuzi's father, I finally avenge you! The woman said silently in her heart.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Report to Jun Ye, he can't find where he is." The woman said.
To be continued...