The sound is like gurgling water or the sound of a mountain spring falling into a stream. It is crisp yet soft and gentle, and is very pleasant to listen to.
Following the voice, Zhu Li looked over and saw a girl with brown hair, blue eyes, slightly curly hair, a slim figure and a wild nature, standing on the side. She was the girl among the three boys he had rescued.
Her little face, which was deliberately painted black, was inlaid with a pair of bright and intelligent eyes. However, at this moment, the look in her eyes as she looked at Zhu Li contained a hint of hesitation and a hint of fear.
The Mohu actually represents the centurion.
A centurion commanded a hundred men, which was equivalent to a brigade commander in the Tang army. In the Tang Dynasty, this was already a low- to middle-level general.
The girl's reminder instantly made Zhu Li understand the importance of this bald-haired man. He turned his head and looked at the centurion indifferently, and said coldly: "Is the Ugu tribe nearby?"
"Yes, yes, God, our tribe is not far from here. We can run back and forth in half an hour on a fast horse." The Khitan man with shaved hair and many braids did not dare to hesitate and responded quickly after hearing the words.
Yan Mujin and others persuaded Ning'er to go out of the border, near Piantou Pass. There are two roads to choose from to rush to Shangjing; the shortest one is through Gubeikou; the other is to detour through Zuzhou and then return to Shangjing.
Three people who have been under house arrest for one or two years suddenly break out of their cages. Will they choose to take a detour
Most people wouldn't take a detour, right? Thinking of this, Zhu Li's heart moved. He continued to look at the centurion and said, "About two or three days ago, did you see a group of elite cavalrymen heading to Shangjing?"
"Among the elite cavalry, there were at least two Khitan women and a young Han woman."
Since the Wugu tribe is not far from Gubeikou, the team rushing from here to Shangjing should not escape their eyes. This is why Zhu Li asked this question.
Facing Zhu Li's questioning, the Khitan centurion and the two knights who were lucky enough to survive looked at each other, all with confused expressions, obviously not knowing what Zhu Li wanted to know.
Seeing this, Zhu Li was disappointed. It seemed that the rank of centurion was still a bit low.
In disappointment, Zhu Li slowly raised his sword, frightening the three men to kowtow again and beg, "God, God, you can't do this. Every day, there are many elite cavalrymen rushing to Shangjing. I, I really don't know which group of people you are asking about."
"Since you are useless, why keep you here?" Before he finished speaking, a flash of silver light with a hint of crimson blood appeared, like a tragic blood line, and instantly crossed the necks of the three people.
"Puff", "Puff", "Puff"
"Plop", "plop", "plop"
The knife is sharp and stunning.
You know, the three Khitan men are of different heights, and even when they are kneeling on the ground, their necks are not at the same height.
Zhu Li just swung his knife, and three huge heads were thrown out at the same time. Three headless corpses fell to the ground in an instant. This is definitely not something that an ordinary person can do.
Since the other party was of no use to him and was also a Khitan, Zhu Li was too lazy to get involved with them.
He is extremely anxious and time is running out. He can wait, but his younger sister Zhu Ning'er cannot.
Just as Chi Tu started, a voice like the gurgling of water or the sound of a mountain spring rang out: "Hero, hey, a ranger from the Tang Dynasty, can you take us with you?"
The girl in the lead of the three teenagers became anxious and immediately started yelling at Zhu Li.
But Zhu Li turned a deaf ear to her cries. Going to the capital was like venturing into a dangerous place alone. He himself was not even sure that he could escape unscathed, so how could he take three burdens with him
What's more, these three young men were definitely from foreign races. Zhu Li was already very merciful by not killing them with a knife.
As soon as the girl called Zhu Li, a round-faced boy on her left immediately pulled the girl's collar and said anxiously: "Sister Qingruo, Sister Qingruo, why are you calling him? He is very fierce. If we provoke him, we will not be able to withstand a single blow from him."
Hearing this, the girl turned her head sharply, glared at the round-faced boy fiercely, and said angrily: "Hey, kitten, don't make trouble."
"Don't forget, this is the sphere of influence of the Wugu tribe. With the abilities of the three of us, it is very difficult to escape from here. If that Tang Dynasty Ranger is willing to take us with him, it will be a piece of cake for us to rush out of here."
The young man on the right of the girl nodded immediately after hearing this, and agreed: "Sister Qingruo is right, this man is simply the god of war in the world. If he is willing to help, what can the small Wugu tribe do to him?"
"Moreover, he only killed the Khitans and had no intention of attacking us. He is definitely the enemy of the Khitans. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I, Xiao Yao, support Sister Qing Ruo."
Of the three boys, the other two agreed, and the round-faced boy finally stopped objecting.
But at this time, Zhu Li had already galloped out of the range of an arrow. The girl was anxious. Her clever eyes suddenly had an idea. She immediately shouted at Zhu Li's back: "Hey, hero, if you go to Shangjing to find someone, we can definitely help you."
Zhu Li didn't care about the three young men behind him no matter how they shouted, but the girl's words made him stop.
In such a big city like Shangjing, if you want to rescue your sister Zhu Ning'er, you must find her first.
Zhu Li was completely clueless as to how to find someone.
Zhu Li stopped his horse and stood still, frowning slightly.
Just now, the Khitan centurion claimed that he was a Mahal, and Zhu Li knew nothing about this military position; but the girl directly told him that Mahal was a centurion.
It seems that the girl is at least somewhat useful; what's more, her martial arts skills are very high, and she is not much worse than Wenlan and Yangguang.
As soon as he made up his mind, Zhu Li rode his horse back to the three young men, narrowed his eyes, and began to look at the three of them carefully.
The one on the girl's left is a chubby boy with bright eyes and a round face. His face is fat, but his body is well-proportioned. With his long brown hair and emerald green eyes, he looks like a cute doll.
The person on the right of the girl is also a boy with brown hair and blue eyes, but this boy has a cynical look on his face, as if there is nothing in the world that he cares about.
Looking at the three people, Zhu Li said calmly: "Introduce yourself."
"Have you agreed to take us with you?" Upon seeing Zhu Li riding back and asking them to introduce themselves, the leading girl immediately cheered in surprise.
Zhu Li's eyes showed a brief hesitation, and he continued calmly: "I went to Shangjing to save a relative who is very important to me."
"This journey is extremely dangerous. I don't know why you are following me. But I have to tell you in advance that if you are of no help to me, there is no need for me to bring you along as a burden. Do you understand?"
The three young men looked at each other after hearing this. The girl in the lead immediately said proudly, "My name is Qing Ruo. I am proficient in the language of every tribe on the grassland, and I also have some understanding of the military systems of many tribes. I wonder if this ability can help you?"
Zhu Li was shocked when he heard this. The girl in front of him was so amazing that she was proficient in the language of every tribe. She was simply a language genius.
If this happened in later times, he would definitely be a top student in the foreign language department, the kind that even major companies would be unable to get him.
Zhu Li was very satisfied with the girl's abilities and nodded immediately, which obviously meant that he agreed that she could help. Then, he turned his gaze to the round-faced boy.
Facing Zhu Li's gaze, the round-faced boy immediately said, "My name is Guangmao, and I'm good at digging holes. If you give me all the tools, I can dig a hole several miles long underground in one night. Even a seven-foot-tall man can walk through it as if he were walking on flat ground."
Digging holes, isn't that the mouse's signature skill
This young man's name is Guangmao, and he is surprisingly good at digging holes. Zhu Li really wants to ask him, are you sure your name is Guangmao, not Guangshu
Of course, Zhu Li just thought about this boring question in his mind. After thinking for a while, he nodded at the other party, obviously acknowledging his ability.
Then he looked to the girl's right, at the cynical-looking boy.
When the young man saw Zhu Li looking at him, he quickly said, "My name is Xiao Yao. I am good at collecting information. In my original tribe, I was a scout."
Needless to say, scouts are more useful. On the trip to the capital, this young man named Xiao Yao may be even more useful.
"Are you from the same tribe?" Zhu Li had wanted to ask this question since a long time ago. After all, the hair and skin of the three people were almost the same.
"Yes, we all come from the same place! I'm the same person, but I'm the same person. I'm the same person, but I'm the same person! I'm the same person, but I'm the same person! I'm the same person! I'm the same person, but I'm the same person! I'm the same person! I'm the same person, but I'm the same person! I'm the same person! I'm the same person, but I'm the same person! I'm the same person! I'm the same person! I'm the same person
"Some of the fleeing tribesmen fled to the north of the Gekun tribe; the rest of the tribesmen were divided into countless small tribes, wandering on the grassland."
"Not long ago, our small tribe was attacked by the Khitans again, and most of the tribesmen were killed. It was at that time that the three of us were captured by the Khitans and used as soldiers."
"?`Soldier?" Zhu Li was puzzled. It was another unfamiliar word.
Zhu Li's surprise made the three young men look at him with envy. Being a soldier is not a glorious warrior.
Seeing Zhu Li was puzzled, Qing Ruo quickly explained: "Whenever the Khitan Pi Shi Army conquers a tribe, they will recruit the tribe's elite who are willing to surrender into the army."
"For example, we call them Shiwei soldiers. If the Khitans defeated Shiwei and incorporated the best soldiers of Shiwei into the army, they would be called Shiwei soldiers."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Li seemed to understand something. Isn't this the Japanese and puppet army during the Anti-Japanese War in later generations