The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 395
A group of people agreed to run out, and there was a mess inside and outside the house. Erman looked at Gu Yaoyao in a hurry, and hurried over to comfort her: "Princess Side, San Gege's mount is a good horse, not to mention it is a horse that I know. In the camp, don’t be too anxious, Princess Side! Wait until they report back later.”

This sentence was on point, Gu Yaoyao raised her head and glanced at Erman, feeling a little better in her heart.

That's right, the horse knows the way - he will take the initiative to take the owner there.

Although Thirty Lidi is not close, it is definitely not too far away - if it is replaced by modern times, it will not take an hour to drive.

Calculated by the speed of a horse running, it is also limited.

What's more - as long as you get near Daying, there will be support.

Hongli was woken up by the movement outside, rubbed his eyes and walked over in a daze, lying on Gu Yaoyao's lap: "Er Niang?"

His eyes widened in confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening.

Gu Yaoyao hugged Hongli, feeling very regretful.

San Gege's temperament is like a wild horse that has run free, and it is unknown who inherited it.

She shouldn't have the heart to discipline San Gege strictly just because San Gege acted like a baby every time.

Finally broke into today's disaster.

Suddenly, thinking of another thing, Gu Yaoyao's face turned pale instantly, and she stood up abruptly: "Hurry up and chase! More people to chase after!"

She almost forgot just now—the fourth elder brother had been drinking and having fun these few days, and his fighting spirit seemed to be relaxed, obviously intending to lure the enemy into attacking the camp.

And the snowfall tonight is a good time for a sneak attack.

If Cewang Allah Butan really led his troops to attack the camp, the surrounding area of ​​the camp would become extremely dangerous.

San Gege galloped forward at this moment——it was going to the most dangerous front line.

This kind of danger is much more serious than the danger of riding alone on a snowy night!
……

Moon black geese fly high, Shan Yuye flees; wanting to chase Qingqi away, heavy snow is full of bows and knives.

When Sangege recited this poem before, he always felt as if he had drawn a picture before his eyes.

But when it was her turn to be in the picture, she couldn't laugh.

The night was very cold. Although the snow had stopped, the biting chill penetrated into the bones of the people.

San Gege freed up a hand and breathed hot air on his lips, feeling a little regretful in his heart——On New Year’s Eve, the city was decorated with lights and festivities, and being with my mother, younger brothers and sisters, although it was a bit boring .

But at least it is warm and cozy.

But now, not to mention rushing to the camp, Ama had to be reprimanded.

At least now... she is very cold...

What's more, San GeGe discovered to his dismay that this night journey was actually very long.

Much longer than she remembered.

She clearly remembered - when Ama asked Er Niang and her to be sent back to the city, the journey didn't take too long, why did it become so long now?

Is it because of the snowy night?
San Gege looked up at the sky, but the sky was also dark.

The lights of the city wall have long been left far, far behind, and are now invisible.

There was no shadow of the moon at all, only faint light shining on the vast earth—those light didn’t look like the faint light of a star, but just like the light reflected from the snow.

The land was deserted, and silence enveloped the boundless night.

San Gege felt a little uneasy, and lowered his head to pat the horse's neck: "You must not go the wrong way!"

As if afraid of something, the horse suddenly slowed down gradually, and finally stopped, stamping its hooves restlessly on the spot.

San Gege stretched out his hand and beat it with the whip: "Go! Go! Take me to Ama!"

The horse didn't move, just glanced somewhere in front of him, looking hesitant.

It pricked up its ears.

Sange could see it—his mount was listening to the movement.

The horse was listening intently to what was ahead.

Sangege was overjoyed—the hearing of horses was far superior to that of sight, and the hearing of horses was much stronger than that of humans.

Now the horse’s reaction—could it be that he heard the patrolling men and horses from Ama’s camp nearby?

But soon, San GeGe found something was wrong.

The horse was obviously frightened, its body trembling slightly, it neighed faintly, its nostrils sticking out in an invisible direction in the darkness.

It senses a threatening enemy.

The smile on San Gege's face faded little by little, his stiff fingers grasped the rein tightly, and he tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked forward, when he suddenly saw a black shadow vaguely.

Then another one.

Another one.

San Gege vaguely saw more black shadows moving silently not far away, like firefly-like streamers flickering lightly, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes high and sometimes low.

Like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Of course it couldn't be a firefly, nor would it be a will-o'-the-wisp—San Gege's palms were sweating coldly, and her back was stiff with fear.

She could hardly make a sound.

She knew she was in big trouble, bloody trouble.

It's a wolf in the snow!
"Back, back, back!"

San Gege tightened the reins, tremblingly said to the horse under him.

The black shadows are gradually surrounding, gradually becoming encircled.

In the dark night, looking around, there are countless shadows.

"Run! Go back! Go back!"

San Gege finally cried out with a crying voice.

As if in response to her voice, there was a creepy strange sound in the snow-it was the low and menacing howling sound of a wolf.

With trembling fingers, San Gege pulled out the small knife that he carried with him—but even with this knife, if the wolves really charged up, it could only withstand one or two wolves.

She was alone, and the pack of wolves she was facing might have dozens, dozens, or hundreds of wolves.

Such a number—no matter how powerful the weapon in hand, it is not easy for people to gain the upper hand.

The wolves in the snow are agile and strong, and they are used to hunting in the night, and the night is their best cover.

The terror of prey is their favorite stimulant.

Even though these wolves are not that big alone, and they are not too different from domestic dogs, but the pack of wolves is different.

Because they can fight in groups.

Even though the horse under Sangege's crotch was a first-class horse, it was already frightened to the point of extreme fear.

The horse is incontinent.

The smell of horse urine further stimulated the hungry wolves, and the pack of wolves gradually narrowed the encirclement. San Gege covered the horse's eyes with his hands, urged the horse desperately, and screamed, "Run!! Drive! Drive!" !"

The horse took two steps back, and finally turned around frantically and started to run.

The black shadow chased after him silently like a tide.

Sangege leaned on the horse's back, reluctantly reached out and took out the fire bag from his arms. Fortunately, there were things like cloaks and cloaks in the small package on the horseback that he carried with him.

She lit one of the cloaks, and the flames blazed into flames.

Sange threw the cloak back with all his might.

(End of this chapter)