Yu Jun

Cheng Ting instantly forgot about Liu Boyu and stared in the direction of Jeju. He ran forward for a few steps and then stopped.

He took off the riding whip with sweaty hands, folded the end of the whip in half and held it in his hand. But he felt it was inappropriate, so he bent down and pulled out a freshly bladed dagger from his boot.

In a hurry, the blade of the knife cut through the fine cloth and white socks, leaving a bloody trace.

He didn't notice it and walked quickly back to Shi Yuan, the edge of his head quickly becoming wet with sweat: "Go to my house and send a message to them -"

He swallowed: "Get ready to leave."

Since the war started in Jeju, the Cheng family, as one of the rebels, has been ready to escape. They first let the younger members of the family hide in the Shi family, and then secretly went to Jeju and left from the dock.

Those who cannot leave stay.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This has been the case since ancient times. There is no need to blame others.

He turned around and called Pang Dahai: "Go and inform the farmer."

Pang Dahai also knew that the situation was pressing, so he just said "Third Master, be careful", then he and Shi Yuan got on their horses and rode away.

Cheng Ting, Liu Boyu, and Su Mingquan were the only three people left on the roadside. They all took off their reins and held them in their hands, pretending to be herding their horses.

Before the three of them could get into position, bursts of smoke and dust were already rising in front of them, and several riders were galloping towards them. The person at the front, Cheng Ting, seemed to be Wu Jin.

Before he could take a closer look, a group of people had already galloped away. It took a moment for the dust to fall, revealing two shocked faces.

Liu Boyu looked at Cheng Ting: "Third Master, is the person who passed by just now Magistrate Wu?"

Cheng Ting inserted the dagger back into his boot: "It's your father."

He got on his horse and chased after him. The uneasiness in his heart was like a fire hole on paper, getting bigger and bigger until the final blow was out of control - Wu Jin was very important and would not leave Mo Lingfeng until he had to. At this time, Hui Kuan There must be a big problem in Jeju.

When he was sweating coldly, Wu Jin and his party had arrived at the Shuo River. The water in the Shuo River was high, the suspension bridge was lowered, and the water immediately covered the bridge.

The horses' hooves stirred up water and wet everyone's shoes and clothes. No one paid attention and went straight in.

A Detachment of Women guarded the city. Seeing Wu Jin coming, he immediately led the way: "Yindu is in charge at the city."

Wu Jin rode his horse to the top of the city. When he reined in the horse, he was weak and exhausted, and almost fell off the horse. Nomad Qing jumped down from the horse, grabbed his arm firmly, and took him down.

Wu Jin stabilized his body and was about to go to the top of the city. Yin Nan had already heard the noise and ran down. He glanced at Wu Jin expressionlessly: "Where is the girl?"

"Military Talisman, hurry!" Wu Jin took out the military talisman and motioned for her to take the other half.

Yin Nan took out the military talisman from his waist and handed it to Wu Jin. Wu Jin put the two military talismans together and inserted them one by one on the back. Finally, they combined into a crouching tiger, showing the word "Mo".

He held the tiger talisman tightly and issued the order: "Speed ​​up the army, gunpowder, weapons, and grain, and arrive at Jeju by the fifth day of March!"

"Yes." Yin Nan obeyed Mo Lingfeng without any doubts. He immediately went to deliver the order without asking who was guarding Gaoping Village.

The 20,000 soldiers and horses were assembled in less than half an hour. All the gunpowder, weapons and other items in the fort were loaded onto the peace cart, and they quickly left the fort and headed for Jeju.

All that was left to Wu Jin were a hundred soldiers from the rear camp and countless banners.

Outside Gaoping Village, Cheng Ting saw the army dispatched and was anxious to circle in place.

When the army left, he looked up and saw Wu Jin standing inside the high wall. He didn't know what he was instructing the soldiers. He quickly hit the suspension bridge. Unexpectedly, the iron chain above the suspension bridge made a "clatter" and began to slide slowly.

"Wu Jin!" He couldn't help but panic and shouted at the top of his lungs. At the same time, he galloped up to the suspension bridge. The suspension bridge pulled and tilted little by little, and the horse rushed over, but halfway down the road, the man and the horse slid down. Cheng Ting howled and fell on the horse, holding the bridle with both hands. All the river water was lifted up from the top of the suspension bridge. Leaning into him.

"Drive!" Cheng Ting's heart was numb, and he clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly, urging the horse to run faster.

The yellow-flowered horse galloped wildly. Before the suspension bridge was completely raised, it ran out of the suspension bridge and hit a stone pillar with its head. Cheng Ting flew out, but he still held the reins tightly with both hands and did not let go.

The yellow-flowered horse dragged Cheng Ting forward for another ten steps. Cheng Ting fell on his back and was thrown all over him. Then he was dragged to pieces and his skin was torn. He lay on the ground unable to move. He reluctantly sat up and opened his eyes hard. Blinking, I saw that Wu Jin was already in front of me.

He looked at Wu Jin, then looked around, and found that the entire Gaoping Village had become a veritable empty city and isolated island.

"Wu Jin," he stood up holding Wu Jin's hand, grinning in pain, "What's going on?"

"It's okay. I'll take you out after changing your clothes." Wu Jin helped him walk to the middle tent and asked the soldier following him to get two sets of clothes and wound medicine.

The incident happened suddenly, and the people in Kuanzhou City have not yet come to their senses, and Jinlu has no way of knowing the news. Gaoping Village can at least have peace for one night - when the smoke starts to rise tomorrow, it will be no longer possible to hide it.

He couldn't let Cheng Ting stay here.

Cheng Ting walked away with a hunched back, and sat down in the middle tent. He suddenly found that Wu Jin looked miserable - there was a circle of green under his eyes, a circle of green around his mouth, his face was sickly, his clothes were wrinkled, and his left arm was injured.

He opened his mouth and didn't know where to start. Wu Jin took the clothes from the soldier and handed him a set of short shirts worn by soldiers: "Not defeated."

Cheng Ting's shoulders slumped instantly and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, I'm not going back, I'm here to help you."

"Take off your clothes," Wu Jin got the wound medicine, "No, there's one more person and one less person, it doesn't make any difference."

Cheng Ting took off his clothes naked in the cold spring, shivered and put on knee pants, leaving his back to Wu Jin: "There is a difference, one more person will make the meal more delicious."

Wu Jin saw beads of blood oozing out from his back, and a layer of oily skin peeled off. It wasn't a big deal, but it still hurt.

He put the veil over the mouth of the wine jar, turned it upside down, soaked the veil, and slowly wiped away the blood.

Cheng Ting shivered in pain and gritted his teeth to hold it back. His back went from burning to cold. When the golden sore powder was sprinkled on, he shivered again.

"I see your arm is also injured. I'll give you some medicine later."

Wu Jin moved his hands lightly: "Okay."

"You've already gone to the battlefield. My father, the warrior, will definitely not be idle. Is he injured?"

"No," Wu Jin wrapped a large piece of white fine cloth from Cheng Ting's chest to his back, tucking the ends of the cloth in. "Put it on."

Cheng Ting carefully put on his short shirt and stretched out his hand to twist his sleeves: "It's quite warm."

He picked up the scissors and said, "I'll change your dressing."

Wu Jin nodded, took off his gown and underwear, and exposed his left arm. Cheng Ting took the scissors, cut open the end of the cloth, and gently pulled it, but failed - the wound opened again and again, and the strip of cloth had stuck to the wound.

He tried to tear with more force. As he moved, he looked at Wu Jin's face. Wu Jin didn't cry out in pain. He himself broke out in a layer of sweat and his teeth were sore.

He bit the bullet and pulled off the cloth, imitating Wu Jin's example, he picked up the wine jar, covered the mouth of the jar with a clean handkerchief, turned it over, and with a "clang" sound, the wine spilled all over.

He said "Hey", hurriedly put down the wine jar, picked up the soaked handkerchief and covered Wu Jin's wound. The cold wine dripped down the handkerchief and flowed everywhere.

Wu Jin couldn't help but hissed: "You'd better go back."