Xiliang Iron Cavalry

"My lord!" Zhao Yun raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, his clothes were stained with blood, whether it belonged to the masked man or himself.

Zhao Yun's eyes filled with tears, "Liu Biao, if something happens to my lord, I will definitely tear you to pieces."

"The lord was wounded by an arrow when he ran away, so he will not go far. These masked people are also going for the lord. No, we must find the lord first." Thinking of this, Zhao Yun turned over and got up, his whole body seemed to be full of blood. Strength, and chased in the direction where Jia Rong disappeared.

After traveling for more than four miles, Jia Rong felt that the last bit of strength in his body was exhausted, and his legs were bleeding for a long time, making him a little dizzy. With all his strength, he got up, cut off a piece of cloth, and lightly Lightly wrapped around the wound, Jia Rong changed his course of action three times in order to prevent the masked man from catching up.

"Jia Rong, Jia Rong, what kind of general are you? You've ended up in this situation." Jia Rong laughed at himself.

Fortunately, the weapon on his body is still there, and the wound has been treated a little. As long as the injury recovers, He Chou will not be able to return to Chang'an. Looking around, he finds that he has walked into a forest. At first, he didn't feel anything. It was gloomy, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The injury on the leg will definitely not be healed in a short period of time. The most important thing to spend the night in such a forest is to have a bonfire so that the beasts will not dare to approach. When Tianming finds the village, the situation may be alleviated, but Thinking of the tragic situation in the village where he rested last night, Jia Rong felt a little afraid of those honest villagers.

Beside the burning bonfire, seeing the injury on my leg, I don't know how long I can last. If the wound is inflamed, I definitely can't go far. In such a mountain forest, I'm afraid the only thing I can do is wait for death.

That night, Jia Rong hardly closed his eyes. As a general, he also knows how to cherish his life, especially those in high positions, and hope that he can survive, no matter how hard it is.

The next day, Jia Rong staggered along the path among the grass. Since Liu Biao was able to attack him again and again, the intelligence network must be extremely powerful. Walking this kind of forest path, safety can be guaranteed, but the leg injury It's getting worse and worse. Spring has been around for a long time, the weather is getting warmer, and the wounds are starting to produce pus. This is a very serious problem in ancient times when medical technology was backward.

On this day, Jia Rong didn’t meet any villages, as if this was a place isolated from the world, and he didn’t even see a businessman passing by on the main road. At this time, Jia Rong was dressed in rags, and his hair was full of dust and dirt. , the green sword is still hanging on the waist, but it gives people a funny feeling, only the occasional flashes of light in his eyes can make people feel that he is extraordinary.

The injury on his leg became more and more serious, and he relied entirely on his will to drive, all the weight of his body dropped to the wooden stick in his left hand.

Not far away, a carriage came with billowing dust and smoke. Jia Rong was overjoyed and waved the wooden stick in his hand as a walking stick.

"Stop!" A voice yelled from the carriage.

"Ask who he is?"

"Miss, you are just a beggar." The groom replied.

"Where is there so much nonsense?" A dissatisfied scold came from the carriage.

"Who are you?" The groom's expression was a little arrogant. Facing the beggars, he was very proud of his identity.

After all, it is not a peaceful time, there are countless robbers and grassroots on the road, according to his intention, just drive over in a carriage, why care about such a ragged beggar.

Ten cavalry surrounded Jia Rong in the middle, pointing their swords and guns at Jia Rong.

Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts, and said cautiously: "Actually, I am also a businessman. I didn't want to meet robbers on the road and be taken to the den of thieves. Fortunately, I escaped cleverly."

The groom's expression relaxed slightly, out of pity for the poor man, "Miss, this man said he was a businessman, and he encountered robbers on the road."

The person whom the groom called "Miss" gently opened the curtain of the car, revealing a face that is all over the world. She glanced at Jia Rong, and was about to close the curtain when her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Give him a horse." The young lady said to the servant following behind.

"Don't break Lao Tzu's horse, or you will die!" A servant said viciously to Jia Rong, his face was full of regret.

Jia Rong said again and again, turned on the horse, and the skillful movements made the surrounding servants couldn't help shouting "Hello", throwing away the wooden stick in his hand, a sharp pain came from his leg, Jia Rong was unsteady, and almost fell off the horse. His back fell off, and for two consecutive days, the arrow wound had begun to ooze pus.

"What's wrong with you?" A servant asked concerned.

"It's okay, I was injured in the den of thieves." Jia Rong waved his hand.

"I used to be in the horse business and learned how to ride a horse." Jia Rong felt a little uncomfortable because the horse under him didn't have stirrups.

The servants nodded.

In Xiangyang County, in a small inn with a very simple layout.

"Jia Rong escaped." After looking around, the middle-aged man in linen clothes said calmly.

"Huh? Are you still in Jingzhou?" The wine cup in his hand was tightly held, showing his inner tension.

"His leg was wounded by a sword, and it is impossible to leave in a short time. Xiangyang City seems to be calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent. assassinated."

"Hmph, Jia Rong should be killed because he disregards the dignity of the royal family and the family. As long as he can kill Jia Rong, he will be rewarded with a thousand gold, and the money will come from the Kuai family. By the way, the Cai family and the rest of the family will also be rewarded." Keep beating, as long as Jia Rong is dead, sooner or later this world will still belong to the lord."

"Now the Holy Majesty is in Chang'an, I don't know what the Lord's plan is?"

The white-faced Confucian scholar smiled and made a decapitation gesture, and the middle-aged Mai nodded with a gloomy expression.

Jia Rong is like a dragon crossing the river. If he encounters a local snake in Jingzhou, he will only die. A family that has been entrenched in Jingzhou for many years will be afraid of a general who is far away in Chang'an.

"What's the attitude of the Ma family?"

The middle-aged man was silent.

"Little Ma family dares to run rampant in Jingzhou. Let's see what they say when Jia Rong dies in the future. When the Patriarch of the Ma family has the cheek to beg me, heh."

Mai middle-aged Nuonuo said yes.

"What did Yuan Shu say?" asked the white-faced Confucian scholar.

"Yuan Shu said that he would also help him defeat Yuan Shao afterwards and become king."

"You can do this, there can be no mistakes."

"No!" Mai middle-aged questioned: "My lord, Yuan Shu is greedy, and he doesn't have much talent."

"I don't know, the reputation of the four generations and three princes is the yearning of countless scholars."

The middle-aged man understood, bowed and left.

The bumpy horse didn't move forward for long, and Jia Rong couldn't hold on anymore.

A servant pointed at Jia Rong and exclaimed, "It's not good, this man is bleeding."

Jia Rong smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay, the robbers did it, just take a rest."

The groom looked at Jia Rong with admiration, he was unable to talk and laugh freely with such an injury.

"Miss, that person was injured just now, do you want to take a rest?" Unknowingly, the groom's tone leaned towards Jia Rong.

Jia Rong shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just a small injury. You go ahead and I'll be there later." With such an unfamiliar motorcade, Jia Rong didn't feel very safe. Who knows if the owner of the car is from Xiangyang? It would be a big loss to be recognized by soldiers in the city.

"Let him come into the carriage." Miss's words made every servant feel like being struck by lightning, and being in the same carriage with Miss was unprecedented. Many servants looked at Jia Rong with a trace of jealousy.

"Miss, this person is dirty all over, I'm afraid he won't feel well." The maid glanced at the car and said.

"It's okay."

Inside the carriage, Jia Rong kept his head down, not because he was under the eaves, but because he was afraid that people would recognize him. Pus flowed out from his legs, filling the small carriage, and the maid kept fanning the air.

Jia Rong also admired the young lady in the carriage for being able to endure herself covered in mud and her legs were bleeding pus.

"Mr. Rong, how do you feel?" The young lady looked at Jia Rong with a smile and said.

Jia Rong was startled, knowing that his identity had been found out, he lifted his drooping head suddenly, and the Qingzhi sword in his right hand was pulled out of its sheath with a "clang" sound, and with one stride, he placed the Qingzhi sword on the young lady's neck, Take advantage of the situation and hold it in your arms.

The maid yelled in fright at the change before and after, and sat down in the slowly moving carriage.

"Miss, what's the matter?" the groom's voice came from outside the car.

Jia Rong gestured to the lady with his eyes, shook his head, the Qingzhi sword was pressed against her neck tightly, the Qingzhi sword was sharp, and traces of blood oozed from the white neck.

"No, it's okay, let's move on."

Although the groom felt something was wrong, he didn't dare to step into the carriage.

Jia Rong pouted angrily at the maid, and nodded when she saw that she was staying obediently in the corner of the carriage.

From stepping into the carriage to taking the young lady as a hostage, he was like a ferocious beast between swords and flints. If he was a little careless, he could only die.

"Hero, please let my lady go." The maid trembling slightly said to herself.

Jia Rong chuckled lightly and said, "Let your young lady go, I'm afraid I'll beg her to let me go the next moment, saying, who are you?"

He lowered his head to look at the young lady in his arms, and found that she was not as scared as imagined, but was looking at himself carefully.

"Are you?" Suddenly feeling that the person in his arms looked familiar, he couldn't help asking.

The young lady looked at Jia Rong with her eyes wandering, and wanted to move her body, but the sword on her neck cut through the skin mercilessly, soaking out traces of blood, and two tears flowed down with the blood.

There was a sudden panic for no reason.

"Master Rong, it's me, the rich son of Xiangyang City."

Jia Rong lowered his head and looked at him. Apart from his attire, he was indeed the son of a rich family who repeatedly made things difficult for him in Xiangyang City.

"You, you..." The young lady in her arms suddenly became an acquaintance.

"You, you two..." the maid said with her face flushed slightly.

The postures of the two are really ambiguous. At that time, they were trying to survive. Jia Rong didn't think about so many things about men and women. Now that things have calmed down, and thinking of the beautiful woman in his arms, his mind is a little confused. The charming posture made Jia Rong slam. Heartwarming.