Under the escort of dozens of civilian dead soldiers disguised as envoys, Qin Hui did not notice any insecurity at all. He always felt safer in the camp of the Jin army than in the Song Dynasty.
The group of people was about to leave Guliu Village.
It was a team of Jin soldiers, standing upright, uniformly dressed, and fully armed, as if they were specially escorting Xia Zha to safety. Qin Hui looked at everyone one by one, and smiled kindly: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
Naturally, the Jin soldiers still maintained etiquette towards the prime minister of the Song Dynasty and saluted him. Qin Hui was very proud of himself. He suddenly remembered the days when he was herding horses in the Jin camp. Any Jin army dared to point fingers in front of him. Unexpectedly, in the changing times, he himself He can still have the majesty he has today.
Before and after, the dead soldiers in iron armor were still guarding him meticulously. He was about to leave Guliuzhuang. Outside, there were 500 of his dead soldiers and Yang Yizhong's 100,000 troops. Don't worry about your own safety either.
As he was about to go out, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the last Jin Jun. This Jin Jun was much shorter than the others and had a dark complexion. He still didn't notice anything and quickly looked away.
A cold wind, in the middle of summer, was cold and cold. It was an instinct. Qin Hui screamed and took a step back. His eyes blurred, and a dagger had pierced his vest. A stream of blood spurted out, and he was frightened. Stars appeared before his eyes, he heard a muffled groan, and a body fell to the ground. It was a dead soldier who rushed to protect Qin Hui and was stabbed alive.
As soon as the sneak attack failed, Qin Hui was already frightened and his teeth chattered: "Come quickly, there are assassins... There are assassins..."
The thin "Jin Jun" was Hua Rong. Although the sneak attack failed, Qin Hui was still less than two feet away from her. She had already held on to the belief of burning the boat, so she did not panic at this time and turned around quickly to avoid other people. People, they chase Qin Hui with all their thoughts...
Qin Hui was escorted by the dead soldiers and hurriedly fled to the door. However, the Jin army did not know what happened. They only looked at the "Jin army" who suddenly came out blankly. Before they could react, everyone had already killed the general. go out.
Qin Hui rushed out of the ancient Liuzhuang in a panic. His fast horse was ready. He was about to go up when he heard a whistling wind. On the left and right, two men and horses suddenly rushed out, both of them were Jin soldiers in fine armor. He was completely Unable to tell whether they were enemies or friends, the dead soldiers realized that the situation was not good, and this group of troops had already come to kill them.
"Old thief Qin Hui, I'm here to accept my fate..." He looked behind him hurriedly. The little "Jin Jun" had already mounted his horse at some point. It was an extremely handsome black BMW and rushed towards him, waving his bow and arrow. , the voice was very hoarse, "Old thief Qin Hui, kill him, this is the old thief Qin Hui..."
The men and horses that were killed by this team were the seventeen barbarian warriors brought by Hua Rong. She was good at painting and had already painted Qin Hui's portrait to make everyone familiar with it. Therefore, when Qin Hui showed up, everyone immediately recognized him and immediately went to this person. The culprit is coming to kill.
Both the Song and Jin parties were shocked, because the "Jin army" spoke pure Jurchen language, dressed and behaved, and even his skin color was that of an authentic Jin man. I had never heard that an ambush on Qin Hui was arranged.
A captain of ten thousand men had already noticed something was wrong and shouted: "Yin Muke, are you crazy?"
However, Yin Muke had a head full of yellow hair, and this man also had yellow hair. He didn't know that Yin Muke was fake, but immediately asked: "Yin Muke, why don't you wait for General Xia Zha to come?"
"Yin Muke" said loudly: "This is General Hailing's secret order..."
"I do not know how?"
"Hurry up and execute the order, don't let Qin Hui escape."
Qin Hui was an old and cunning man. When he saw the Jin army's situation, they were in separate formations. Knowing that they had different feelings, he immediately shouted: "Don't fall into a treacherous trick. This is a treacherous trick. Go and call General Xia Zha... Hurry..."
The person named "Yin Muke" was Hua Rong. She lurked for many days, caught "Yin Muke" when he was alone, and changed into his full set of clothes. She was already proficient in Jurchen language, and she also did Elaborate disguise, in order to be realistic, even cut off the hair of "Yin Muke" and pasted it on his head. In the Jin army, this kind of special yellow hair is rare, and in addition, it cannot be seen clearly in the melee, so, So far, no one has discovered that the silver wood is fake.
At this time, Qin Hui's dead soldiers were approaching one after another. Those 500 people were all carefully selected martial arts masters, and there were 10,000 elite Song troops ambush ten miles outside. Qin Hui adopted a delaying tactic. No matter how brave a small group of Jin soldiers are, they are so small in number. Let alone a large army, even if 500 dead soldiers come up, they will die without a place to bury them.
Hua Rong naturally saw his intentions and knew that something was wrong. However, after missing the first blow, it was not so easy to get close to him. Seeing that Qin Hui was getting farther and farther away from him surrounded by dead soldiers, She was anxious in her heart. If Xia Zha arrived in time, not only would she completely fail, but she would also fall into the hands of the enemy.
Qin Hui panicked and took a breath. He took a closer look at the "Jin Jun" on the big black horse. The more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. Although this man was wearing the clothes of the Jin Jun, his eyes and tone sounded like he had seen him somewhere before. Especially the deep-seated hatred in her eyes. How could a golden man hate her so much even if he was ordered to kill her? His mind was spinning. Although he was already some distance away from her, he still didn't dare to take it lightly. After looking at it for a while, he found clues. Although this person was wearing a robe, his movements, expressions, and no matter how cleverly disguised, after all, a person could not become a person. Another person, he suddenly shouted: "Hua Rong... it's Hua Rong... catch her quickly, this person doesn't know Yin Mu Ke, it's Hua Rong from Song Dynasty..."
Qin Hui and his wife had been shepherding sheep for Jin Wushu in the Jin Kingdom for several years, and were naturally proficient in the Jurchen language. His shouting shocked both warring parties. How could this person be from the Song Dynasty? But he didn't know who "Hua Rong" was. Qin Hui immediately shouted loudly: "Catch her quickly. She is Yue Pengju's wife. Whoever catches her will have made a great contribution..."
At this time, everyone heard clearly, but they were even more surprised. They all knew Yue Pengju's name, but why did "Yin Muke" turn out to be Yue Pengju's wife
"Master Qin, what is this?"
Qin Hui completely forgot that this was the land of the Kingdom of Jin, and acted like a prime minister, showing off his authority, and loudly rebuked the Captain Ten Thousands who asked questions: "Go and catch her, if you are late, it will be too late... Go, you guys You fool, if she misses important events between Song and Jin, who of you can afford it? The truth is that I want to see the Fourth Prince..."
The captain didn't know who to listen to, so he hesitated. Qin Hui didn't ask any more questions. As long as he didn't help Hua Rong, his side already had a big advantage. He was so proud that he felt a flower in front of his eyes. The sharp arrow had already flown into his throat. He hurriedly avoided it, looking so embarrassed that he almost fell off his horse. Two dead men hurriedly stepped forward to help him. He was trembling, pointing at Hua Rong, with trembling fingers, "Quick, this monster ,Quickly... kill her, kill her... "
When Hua Rong saw that he recognized her, she knew that this was a critical moment. She put her life and death at risk, and went so far as to kill him at all costs. Although the seventeen warriors behind her were in a critical situation, they still protected her wholeheartedly. Seeing her change of direction, they immediately formed a wall behind her, intercepting the endless stream of pursuers behind her. To her left and right, was a group of Jin soldiers. They hesitated whether to intercept, and some of them reluctantly stretched out their arms. Weapons, seeing that she didn't dodge the bright sharp blade at all, and was focused on chasing Qin Hui, as if walking on flat ground, they were surprised, and they all removed their weapons and stepped out of the way. Hua Rong was not blocked in the slightest, Black Moonlight He let out a roar, raised his front hooves, and pounced suddenly. Qin Hui's eyes were dazzled when he saw that she was already in front of him, and he didn't know when there was a big knife in his hand.
His chest tightened, and the blade of the knife slid close to his body. Qin Hui suddenly bent down and raised his head. His face was hot, and he felt a hot liquid splashing onto his face. His eyes were blurred. It turned out to be a dead man. The soldier came up and stood in front of him. Qin Hui luckily avoided the knife. When he wiped his eyes, he saw the white intestines flowing out from the dead soldier's chest. He almost vomited, and his body tilted, and then, again Cut it with one knife.
He staggered, and saw the person opposite, covered in blood, with disheveled hair, and the sticky yellow hair falling down one by one, like a female devil falling from the sky. Blood was almost dripping from her body and face, He didn't know whether it was her own or someone else's. He could already see clearly that those eyes were Hua Rong's eyes, or even Yue Pengju's eyes. At this moment, he somehow remembered Yue Pengju's three cries before his death:
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life!
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life!
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life! ! !
Could it be that Yue Pengju was resurrected
"Oh my god, who are you?"
Hua Rong laughed. Her face was covered with blood, her eyes were like a bright flame, and the blood inside was surging, like a demon king falling from the sky: "Qin Hui, you are here to die."
He hissed, almost incontinent: "Hua Rong, you are really Hua Rong... you are not dead yet... no, you are Yue Pengju... you..."
"Both you and Zhao Deji are not dead, how could I die?" She slashed with the knife, and another dead soldier fell to the ground. She bent her elbow and shot out a crossbow needle from the small bow, and another person fell, next to Qin Hui. There was only one person left. He dodged left and right, as if he had completely lost his barrier. He was like a blood-sucking insect, clinging to the dead man, like a mollusk about to collapse. His teeth were chattering and trembling: "Hua Rong, the one who killed Yue Pengju was Zhao Deji, it’s the fourth prince, not me... it’s them... "
Hua Rong could only see that his body was covered with chaff, but could not hear what he said. Suddenly he remembered that on the night of the Battle of Lin'an, Qin Hui, Zhang Jun, Zhao Deji, etc. were so bossy and vicious, and they chased and dominated his husband and wife fiercely. There is a kind of soft-hearted person who always regards other people's lives as trivial. Only when it is his own turn will he understand what it means to lose his soul.
The salty smell full of blood spread in the air, and Hua Rong suddenly heard screams from behind. They were the seventeen men and horses he had brought, as well as Qin Hui's dead soldiers. The corpses fell one by one. Enemies surged up like a tide. She seemed to have divine help. Every time she struck with a sword, one person would surely fall.
Pengju, Pengju, but you have a spirit in heaven to protect me