Chapter 161 Chapter 161: Chaos in Xiaocheng (1) [Request for monthly votes]
"No matter what it is, the smoke is always not a good sign." Chu Yao looked at the direction where the first smoke rose with a faint gaze. , before he could express anything in depth, he saw Qi Shan taking off his shirt from the corner of his eye and handing it to Shen Tang, who snatched it off.
Qishan frowned: "What are you doing?"
Chu Yao asked: "What are you doing?"
Shen Tang, who was about to reach out to pick it up, looked at Qishan, who was grabbed by Chu Yao's wrist, questioned the two of them.
"...What are you doing?"
Gong Shuwu: "..."
Ah, that feeling of being completely ignored is here again.
Qi Shan understood Chu Yao's intention in just a moment. He twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed at Shen Tang and asked Chu Yao.
“Do you really believe it?”
So it's taboo for him, a "foreign man," to take the initiative to borrow clothes?
This is really unnecessary.
If Qi Shan was still doubtful before today, after today he no longer believed Shen Tang’s nonsense.
Let me ask you, which family’s daughter can be like this?
Even if there is an example like Lin Feng, it proves that women can also open up the Dan Mansion, but look at his painting style, and then look at Shen Xiaolangjun's painting style? The truth was beyond his knowledge. Therefore, Chu Yao's reaction seemed a bit "unreasonable" to him!
Chu Yao's face was expressionless: "One-nine."
One point of letter, nine points of doubt. I believe this was given for the sake of the destiny filter. The reason for blocking him was simple - he disliked Qi Shan's dirty clothes.
Qishan: "..."
Chu Yao explained again: "Your clothes are stained with blood."
Because the color of the clothes is darker, it is difficult to see, but Qishan's body did exude a faint smell of blood. If he got close, he could see blood seeping out from the inside, even his outer shirt was stained.
Chu Yao was slightly surprised: "When were you injured?"
Shen Tang also looked over after hearing this.
My eyes flickered with worry and a bit of confusion.
Although Wenxin Scribe does not have much combat power, with Qishan's swordsmanship and speech skills, it would be difficult for ordinary soldiers to catch him. In the battle just now, Qishan was so far away from the central battle circle. Where did he get injured? The key is that the coat is intact...
There is only one possibility - Qi Shan was injured early in the morning, because it accidentally broke and the blood seeped out and stained the clothes.
Qi Shan frowned calmly and put his coat back on his body nonchalantly: "I'm not injured. I probably didn't pay attention when I rushed over and was splashed with the blood of some unlucky guy."
Chu Yaoxi Looking at Qi Shan's expression, he was indeed rosy and healthy, with no sign of enduring pain. He ignored any doubts. He took off his coat and put it on Shen Tang - regardless of whether it was Wu Niang or Wu Lang. The collar was slightly exposed and the clothes were tattered. It looked unseemly, but Shen Tang didn't refuse.
She yawned sleepily.
A strange flush appeared on his face, and his head moved slowly, as if he would fall asleep in the next breath. With previous experience, Chu Yao knew that she was about to sober up, so he said: "If Wu Lang is sleepy, find a place to fall asleep first, and leave the rest to me."
Shen Tang did not respond. Instead, he steeled himself and walked around Gong Shuwu three times, making the latter look confused when he saw the Chinese characters. Once again, she was convinced that her "treasure" was still there and that the enemies who came to intercept the "treasure" were also beaten away. Shen Tang nodded with confidence and stretched out.
In the next breath, he closed his eyes on the spot under the surprised gazes of the three people.
Qishan: "..."
Chu Yao: "..."
Gong Shuwu: "..."
After a while, there was a sound. A gentle, gentle snore. It was outrageous enough to get drunk instantly, but he didn't expect that there was also an operation to fall asleep standing up. Gong Shuwu was so shocked that he didn't even have time to ask Shen Tang what he meant by walking around him, his eyes were a bit strange. After being stunned for several breaths, he asked in a daze: "Two gentlemen, what should we do about this...?"
There are only four of them... ah no, three.
Can such a small number of people be used? Even if he used his military strength and soldiers now, he still wouldn't be able to move so much tax money, and the target of tax money was too big, and if he didn't, Captain Qi Yang would lead his troops to kill him. With taxes and money being intercepted, the limelight will be tightened recently.
It is not good to commit crimes against the wind.
Chu Yao and Chu Yao looked at each other.
They had planned for so long and considered this situation, so naturally they "hid" the tax money. This place is remote and sparsely populated, making it difficult to be discovered. Even if Captain Yang and the others came back, they probably wouldn't have thought that the tax banker would still be around.
If any "gangster" gets such a large amount of money, who wouldn't move it and hide it immediately? Isn’t it a long night with many dreams?
Wait until the limelight has passed before secretly transferring the tax money.
Gong Shuwu did not raise any doubts about this. In his opinion, this was already the best solution at the moment. Hiding nearby was much less laborious and more efficient than moving.
At the same time, Captain Yang and others also led the defeated soldiers and rushed towards Xiaocheng. The atmosphere along the way was so solemn that even the most trusted subordinates did not dare to take a breath for fear of accidentally offending Captain Yang's sensitive nerves.
After two hours of walking, the morning light in the east was slightly bright.
Captain Yang suffered so much that his eyes were bloodshot, but he also knew that the soldiers could not endure it. If he continued on his way regardless, even if he returned to Xiaocheng as quickly as possible or encountered the enemy halfway, hundreds of soldiers would be killed. A tired remnant is just a tribute to the enemy!
Having no choice but to rest on the spot by a stream.
"Captain Yang——" At this time, Zhai Huanwen had recovered less than half of his energy, and his complexion looked much better than when he retreated last night.
"Mr. Zhai." Captain Yang changed his previous arrogant and defiant attitude and became more respectful and grateful. This behavior was not hypocritical. Without Zhai Huan's help several times yesterday, let alone his small life, the number of soldiers under his tent would not have been saved.
Zhai Huan asked: "Yesterday's war smoke was..."
Yang Duwei did not hide anything, and replied in a deep voice: "That was the war smoke information that was desperate to return to the Sibao County and Prefecture."
>After retreating and escaping earlier, Zhai Huan and his two men had absolutely no need to follow the remnant soldiers. After all, this was beyond the scope of their entrustment, but these two young men came anyway.
It is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide help when it is time.
Captain Yang is not an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, and naturally he will not use his previous attitude again.
Zhai Huan was surprised: "Is Xiaocheng in trouble?"
Captain Yang nodded heavily.
Zhai Le, who was on one side, heard this and his handsome face sank.
Although the information transmitted by the smoke is very limited, the situation is serious enough to send out such smoke to recall the soldiers stationed outside. From this, we can also deduce one thing -
The number of enemies has exceeded Garrison the garrison!
If we consider that the garrison still occupies the home field advantage of defending the city, then when the gap between the enemy's and our own forces is not large, it will not be able to raise the smoke of war at all. It is speculated backwards that the number of enemy troops may be three or five times that of our army... This number of troops...
Returning reinforcements is equivalent to sending death.
Zhai Huan asked: "What force is it?"
Duwei Yang rubbed his face hard with both hands, trying to cheer himself up - he had spent too much yesterday and suffered internal injuries from the gangster. His current state is not much better than that of "The End of the Crossbow".
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I really feel lonely after dyeing my hair, and the light is not obvious during the day
(End of this chapter)