Chapter 60 Yang Nan Heyuan

Rong Hui looked up at the sky and breathed: "Finally, it's outside the plug! If everything goes well, they should go to Datong!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so happy!" Bixia sneered: "Now, it's three days later than the time you agreed. According to your previous plan, the Hengshan disciple should have reached the shore of Hulun Lake and sent back the direction and route of the ordnance. And your current situation is difficult to protect yourself, and you still want to think about others!" The words are pearly, pressing Rong Hui's face as heavy as water.

"Okay, okay, you're right!" Rong Hui felt the power of the "sun period" in his body and discussed Bixia: "There are still 20 days left before spring near 'Buelhan Mountain'. I have half a month's rest and still time to rush there. The most urgent thing is to find the river. Let's go!" He rushed out, turned into a clear shadow, and went straight north.

The south slope is steep, and the ice and snow are melting. Beibo is gentle, and the dwarf forest stretches for hundreds of miles. In the morning sun, Rong Hui flew out of the jungle and found a blue ice in the sky with a high distance. When we flew close, it was a river, so we discussed Bixia: "At the beginning, we decided to set up an ambush in the Yinshan Canyon, but when we came all the way, we found that the patrol in the mountain was extremely tight, which was obviously not feasible." Pointing to the river by the forest, he asked, "How about arraying here?"

"Trees solidify the soil, and after the snow comes, they will not form swamps. The road is also ready-made, which is suitable for the brigade. Bixia looked around and saw that the grass in the north was messy. She nodded and agreed: "If I weigh heavily, I will also take this road. However, the Yinshan Mountains are so wide that there is more than one river like this kind of ice and snow. In the end, it must converge into a river and flow into a saltwater lake. You might as well let the other two passers-by cooperate with other tributaries in the east and west. After all, they act in secret, and they won't go straight.

Rong Hui nodded and agreed, turned over and took out the "rhinoceros beads". After the message was transmitted, he did not hesitate. He fell to the ground and waved his hand gently. The rusty wind passed, and a pile of stone piles appeared. The inspiration is shining and colorful. It is the foundation of the large array. Position it according to the array and arrange it in person.

He was busy for half a day and nailed the base into the ground one by one. Finally, take out the array, fly to the center of the river, and carefully bury it. Looking up, it was already noon, and he breathed for a long time: "Below, it's waiting for the rabbit!"

Bixia stood on the shore, shook her head and smiled: "You'd better hurry up and recover your skills!" Turn around and walk into the woods. Rong Hui also knows that an inch of time is as good as flowing. Entering the woods, he waved a boundary and released the firebird for a ride. Take out a "Peiyuan Dan" and take it down, gently raise your hem, sit cross-legged, and begin to meditate and practice.

Nine million catties of tea were burned, and the "stepping on the sky" monk died. When the news reached the front line, the little prince of the herdsman was furious and ordered the Qingcheng cavalry to pursue it with all his strength. The Qingcheng battalion sent three cavalry columns, led by the shaman, directly chasing the convoy.

Encouraged by Rong Hui, the monks in the convoy of prisoners held their positions and struggled to break through. The Datong garrison received a request for help and attacked the whole line. All parts of the grassland also sent troops to intercept. Both sides were unprepared and had a temporary encounter.

The shepherd cavalry dominates the grassland. Datong guard, the best in the world. The two sides continue to increase troops, either chasing or blocking, or encircling or suppressing. Intercept and encircle, encircle and fight for assistance, and each invested hundreds of thousands of troops. Between Qingcheng and Datong, three layers inside and three layers outside, further rebirth and died. On the way to survival, we can only fight with life. The convoy of prisoners was finally blocked 50,000 miles away from Datong, and a battle began.

Nine-sided heavy town, pulling one hair and moving the whole body. The Yinchuan War is on the verge of breaking out. From Ningxia in the west to Jizhou in the east, there are more than a million miles of war. The report of the war injury and death, the title book urging food and help, flew into the lobby of the military department like paper.

Together with the war, the world shook. The Southern Index fell sharply, and gold prices rose sharply. The emperor was puzzled, so he had to take advantage of the rise of the spring river and ordered the Nanjing Household Department to transfer grain in the south of the Yangtze River. He asked the major immortals to send monks to help fight and urge major merchants to donate grain and salaries.

In March, the south wind crossed the north and a spring rain fell. In the early morning, it rained heavily. Rong Hui put on Shu Jin's deep clothes, lay on the ground, and whispered, "There is no mountain here..."

Bixia put on a Shu brocade cloak outside the green silk skirt, lay beside Rong Hui, and whispered: "Wangshan running to death, the place where you lie down is... Why didn't they come..."

"Haven've never heard of 'a little difference, lost thousands of miles'..." Rong Hui bravely defended quietly: "This hillside is too slow, and it's normal to be a thousand or eight hundred miles away. While it was raining, we climbed over the mountain..." Looking up, we saw that there were sentry towers and watchtowers on both slopes, so we put our hands on the ground and pressed them gently. Between the grass and stones, he slipped out and went straight to a gentle valley on the hillside.

Bixia frowned secretly: "I'm really full, how can I come here with this guy..." Draw the gourd as follows, and then follow.

Rong Hui bypassed the valley and flew down for a while. Suddenly, he saw the gray shadow mottled in the misty rain. He quickly stopped and stared at it. It turned out to be a dome tent. There is a column around the tent, which is wrapped around sheep and horses. The valley is mottled with vegetation and winding streams, which is a camp area. After seeing the situation clearly, he asked in a low voice, "Look, is this the source of the 'difficult river', that is, what we call 'black water'."

"Baxihui River, have you ever heard of a river with only one source?" Bixia lay on her side and explained in a low voice, "Even so, it is just one of the sources of 'black water'."

Rong Hui suddenly heard a dog barking from the rain, and his heart was slightly aween. He lowered his voice and said, "No, run..." He turned around and slowly retreated.

"Why..." Bixia asked in a low voice, "It didn't find us..."

"Now the south wind is rising, and this is the upper wind. When the rain stops, it will find us. I have seen this kind of dog used by barbarians on the battlefield of Jincheng, and even people who pretend to be dead can smell it..." Rong Hui lowered his voice: "Besides, who let you wipe the incense? It's strange that it can't smell..." Lie down on you, tiptoe and slowly retreat.

"I don't have..." Bixia blushed, frowned slightly, and had to turn around and follow.

The two restrained their breath and retreated out of the valley. When we went around to the north slope, the heavy rain had stopped and a thick fog rose. Rong Hui lay on the slope and among the rocks, heard the sheep hissing and horses, accompanied by the sound of greetings from the valley, and felt more quiet in the valley. Feeling something, Bixia said: "It's really a good place. If only we could find a valley like this and raise a herd of cattle and sheep..."

"Get out..." After saying that, Bixia frowned and stopped, and asked, "Is it this valley? Where are they..."

"Zhang Xun followed them and said it was this river..." Rong Hui explained: "Don't panic, Xiao Caiwei and Wei Wuzhi are 20 miles east of us. Liu Feixu and Tian Meng hide behind the western hillside. They said that only this camp is the largest near 'Bearhan Mountain'. Nineteen, it's here..." Suddenly, I felt the breeze blowing, and my neck was getting warmer, and I quickly sent a sound: "No, it's windy. The sun is coming out. Let's go down quickly..." With his hands on the ground, he leaned like a breeze, sliding out to the ground.

The wind and clouds fly, the sunrise and fog disperse, showing the whole picture of the valley. The stream flows down the north slope, and then there is a stone beach. There is a large golden tent in the middle of the valley, surrounded by eight small tents, and a hundred feet of open space outside. The open space is surrounded by arc-top domes, stretching for several miles.

The man under the account, wearing a "drap", wearing a hood and hat, was riding a horse to drive away the sheep. All the women wore feather crowns and half-armed shoulders on the outside of their long gowns. Colorful and colorful, he is busy brushing off the water stains on the top of the tent and carrying a bucket to fray water by the stream. The teenagers rode their horses and went together. The merchants took out the goods and gathered on the edge of the square to put them up. There is more simplicity in the crowd, and there is a little joy in the excitement.

At noon, the earth trembled, and the valley mouth walked into a row of knights, holding a machete, helmet and armor, and slowly drove in. Everyone was aware of it, were refreshed, and watched happily. Rong Hui changed a set of cashmere, put on a cashmere hat, dressed as a grassland merchant, and mixed with Bixia into the crowd to watch. The brown bear at Yaguchi pulled the cart, and the warrior pressed the array and slowly drove in.

The bear is as high as ten feet, two feet long, covered with saddles, and crawling forward like a hill. Behind him, the black box, two feet wide and eight feet high, seven or eight feet long, with a sled underneath, slowly driving in. The young man in the car, dressed in black, with a long blade at his waist and a long rein in his hand, was as straight as pine. He was the Dongying warrior.

Bear cars drove into the valley one after another, and a total of 108 cars were parked in the square. Next to each car, there are three or five warriors in black standing. Rong Hui was amazed and saw a team of maids coming out of the Jinding tent, either leading sheep, boiling water, or starting a pot, or starting a fire outside the tent... Suddenly, he knew that the Lord was coming. This was to roast sheep to treat guests. Immediately, Bixia said, "How can we do this..." He looked around and suddenly saw four of the warriors, the middle-aged first. Wearing a hemp-clothed crane, he stepped on white socks and wooden clegs. He was followed by a young man in black on his left and a shirtless fat man standing on his right. On the fat man's shoulder, there was a girl in purple. Recognizing the four people, his heart sank straight down: "He...why did they come..."

He looked at the middle-aged, and then the middle-aged man cast his eyes, was slightly stunned, and laughed: "This is really 'an old acquaintance in another country'. Congratulations! Li Zhenren, are you all the good? With one word, the group was excited and looked at Rong Hui.

Rong Hui was picked out in public. He couldn't wait to dig a hole and get in. He shouted loudly: "Go-" He rose up, wrapped his hands in front of him and waved down. The sleeves swept by, and the wind and clouds changed color, showing a cluster of black balls and smashing the square like hail.

The old man hummed softly, and the warriors in front of the car shook their hands together, "Whis..." The dart shot and hit the black ball straight. The black ball was hit and exploded. As far as the air waves are, the rest of the black balls run around, either flying into the crowd or flying up the square. Then the explosion, people turned over and screamed.