Chapter 44 The Undercurrent of the Night

'First it's a test of arm strength, and now it's a test of endurance. This horse does have a few brushes.'

At this time, Liu Feng, after seeing Ma Yu's first appearance, couldn't help but add some confidence to the young think tank he chose.

A group of soldiers were depressed. Previously, Liu Biao had always adopted a self-containing policy, and there were only a few large-scale battles with foreign enemies. Therefore, most of Liu Biao's troops had been idle, and these 400 people were no exception.

He counted with his fingers. He didn't know that the last heavy march was the Year of the Monkey. Now he wants them to wear armor and run five miles with three days of rations. Isn't this equivalent to killing them?

Liu Feng didn't care so much. In order to support Ma Yu, he immediately shouted harshly, "Did you not hear Ma Junsi's order? Hurry up and move!"

Liu Feng's fierce power in the northern camp was still vivid in his mind. When he drank like this, the soldiers trembled all over. How could they dare to rub it again? They quickly carried the grain, carried the weapons, rushed out of the camp gate, and ran along the road to the wharf outside the city.

Liu Feng and Ma Yu turned over the horse, one in the front and the other in the back, following the four hundred running soldiers all the way.

At this time, it was said that the general would sink to the west, and the pedestrians on the road were becoming scarce, and the soldiers did not encounter any obstacles when they ran. Liu Feng rode his horse, which was naturally very relaxed. When he ran out of the two miles, he suddenly saw a carriage leaning against the roadside. Liu Feng, with sharp eyes, recognized the man in the car at a glance. It was Mi Zhu.

"uncle."

Liu Feng didn't have much contact with his unrelated uncle, and he was always solemn and unpleasant, so Liu Feng was away from him. However, he accidentally met him today. Out of courtesy, he couldn't pretend not to see it.

The soldiers ran past the edge of the carriage, and the dust flew all over the sky. Mi Zhu was afraid of being choked by the ashes, so he had to cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. Seeing that the general leading the army was Liu Feng, he frowned and asked, "A Feng, it's getting dark. What are you to tossing about?"

The word "tossing" sounded like he was not doing his job and messing around. Liu Feng listened harshly and said, "My nephew, I'm not tossing. My father asked me to lead a soldier and horse to Lushan to help Wu Jun. I'm leaving in two or three days. I'm hurrying to train the new part I got to."

"Did the main share give you a song? Did you send you to help Wu Jun fight? Mi Zhu looked a little surprised.

"Ext this is the case. I still have something to do, so I won't talk to my uncle. I'll leave first. Liu Feng had to waste his saliva with him, bowed his hand, and then chased the team away.

Looking at the vigorous heroic posture away, Mi Zhu's two gray and thin eyebrows couldn't help wrinkled tighter.

"Let's go to General Zilong's camp."

Mi Zhu's carriage went against the direction Liu Feng went. He returned to Xiakou City before the sun set. As soon as he entered the city, he went straight to Zhao Yun's camp in the north of the city.

Due to Changbanpo's achievements in saving Adou, Zhao Yun has been promoted to General Yamen, and on the order of Liu Bei, he has taken over more than 3,000 Jiangxia troops from Liu Qi and assumed the heavy responsibility of the city defense of Xiakou City.

The threat from Xiakou mainly came from Cao's army on the North Road. Although more than 10,000 water troops were stationed in the north of Xiakou, and the direct threat from Xiakou was not heavy at this moment, Zhao Yun did not dare to despise it. After receiving this appointment, he moved his residence from the mansion in the city. I went to the Chinese army battalion located near the North City to facilitate the key command of the defense around the North City.

When Mi Zhu arrived in the north camp, Zhao Yunshang had not returned from patrolling the city. Mi Zhu had to wait patiently for him to come back in Zhao Yun's tent.

The night is as cold as water, and the eyebrows are on the moon. Unconsciously, an hour has passed, but I still don't see Zhao Yun's return.

In the brazier hanging in the four corners, the charcoal fire is peeling, and the dim yellow light and shadow form a pattern formed by the round dome of the tent, like a ferocious beast dancing.

Mi Zhu under the dome is paced, with a pair of eyes trapped in the wrinkles on his face, shining with anxiety from time to time.

At this moment, from time to time, the clay pot containing his sister Mi's ashes appeared in his mind, and at a certain moment, Liu Feng's strong back suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, the back that made him uneasy, which was the reason why he had not seen Zhao Yun's return for a long time, but still reluctant to leave.

Because his heart is shrouded in a terrible cloud of doubt. If he doesn't find out the truth now, he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Zi Zhong still came to visit so late, but is there anything important?" There was a metallic voice behind him, and Mi Zhu's heart was shocked. When he suddenly turned around, Zhao Yun had already stood in the tent, but he didn't know when he came in, and he didn't notice it at all.

Mi Zhu quickly put away the anxiety on his face and said with a smile, "I came back from outside the city and passed by your camp of Zilong. By the way, I came in to see you."

With a tired face, Zhao Yun put the silver gun in his hand back into the armor rack and said, "But I heard that the soldier said that Zizhong had waited for nearly an hour. Shouldn't he just look at me?"

Zhao Yun's heart is as careful as cotton, and Mi Zhu's far-fetched reason can't hide his motivation for this trip.

"Zi Zhong, if there is any urgent official business, just say it." Zhao Yun is obviously not the kind of person who likes to beat around the bush.

Mi Zhu knew Zhao Yun's surname. In this case, he was determined not to be polite. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "To tell the truth, Zilong, in fact, I'm not here for official business, but for a personal matter."

Zhao Yun's eyes moved slightly. From Mi Zhu's tone and look, he felt a little unusual, but he said quietly, "What's the private matter, Zizhong might as well say it directly."

Mi Zhu said, "It's about the sister Mi. I've always wanted to ask Zilong, how on earth did she die?"

Zhao Yun vaguely had a little premonition. When Mi Zhu's question came out, Zhao Yun said lightly, "Didn't you say it last time? The mistress was afraid of dragging down Mr. A Dou and killing himself by hitting the wall."

Mi Zhu moved closer to Zhao Yun and looked directly into his eyes: "Of course I remember the previous statement. Now I just want to know, Zilong, did you see her little sister hit the wall with your own eyes at that time?"

Silence, Mi Zhu's words made Zhao Yun fall into silence.

When he and Liu Feng went through life and death, they finally escorted A Dou to find Liu Bei. In order to avoid unnecessary suspicion of Liu Feng, they rushed to say the words that seemed to be grabbing credit before Liu Feng. Although no one raised too many questions at that time, Zhao Yun faintly felt that the matter did not seem to turn over.

Now, what he doesn't want to see has finally happened.

Zhao Yun believes in Liu Feng, but his principle is that nothing can be changed.

After a moment of silence, under Mi Zhu's solemn gaze, Zhao Yun calmly replied, "I didn't see the milar commit suicide with my own eyes. These are what the eldest son said."