"Ah!" The soldier screamed and was pierced by the flying feather arrow. The fire in the city shone the sky red. You Miao was choked by the black smoke and couldn't keep his eyes open. He rushed out of the alley behind the palace and ran around without direction. There were people running wild everywhere along the way. The Tatars came out of the streets and alleys and shot at random with their bows and arrows. You Miao avoided the arrows. Several Tatar soldiers rushed towards him. In the direction of Suzakumen, he ran to the palace.
The fire continued uninterrupted, burning from the inner city, covering most of the capital. Apocalypse soldiers were fighting the Tartars. You Miao rushed over and shouted: "Where's Zhao Chao?!"
The soldiers didn't have time to answer. Under the impact of the Tartar cavalry, the corpse lay on the ground, blood splashed all over You Miao, and You Miao finally woke up in an instant and realized that the city was broken.
"Zhao Chao!" You Miao rushed into the palace, and there were corpses everywhere. He was stationed in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the imperial garden had been burned into a sea of fire. Ping Xi led the guards to fight and run, and when he saw You Miao, he shouted. : "Run away!"
You Miao was shocked to see that there were more and more Tatars, and Ping Xi shouted: "Don't stay here! Run to the back door!"
The capital was broken, and everyone was running for their lives. You Miao galloped on his horse and rushed through the Xuanwu Gate. Whenever there were chasing troops, he could not help but say that the arrow was wound, and he pulled an arrow that could not identify the target. He crouched down on horseback and ran out of the outer city, black smoke billowed, the capital was lit a hundred miles away, and the Tartars were rushing into the city in an endless stream.
On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, the first year of Nanzhao, the capital fell.
You Miao still didn't know what happened to him in his sleep, so he subconsciously drove his horse and ran wildly. There was a heavy snowfall in the sky, and he rushed to the bottom of the General's Ridge in the north of the capital. Shoot arrows.
"Run!" The leader of the Tianqi Army shouted.
That group of soldiers were slaughtered by the Tatars, and the pursuers rushed over again, and You Miao had to turn around and run westward. There were more and more chasing troops from all directions. Gradually, a group of more than ten Tatar soldiers spread out in a fan shape on the snowfield, and they flanked up. You Miao and his horse rushed into the woods, stirring up the flying snowflakes.
A person from the side rushed out, hugged You Miao and rolled to the ground, You Miao slammed his head on the ground, and as soon as his eyes darkened, he didn't know anything.
After a long time, another scolding woke him up. You Miao was still in a dream, but heard a voice: "Ziqian, wake up!"
You Miao opened his eyes, his whole body was shivering with cold, the pale light of the sun pierced his eyes and tears could not stop, and then a wooden stick stabbed him straight in the abdomen, causing his internal organs to vomit.
"Ah!" You Miao's eyes were about to split, and he grabbed the wooden stick, but was hit on the bridge of his nose in the face, and immediately his nose bleeds and fell to the ground.
"Don't be impulsive!" Zhao Chao roared.
Hearing the voice, You Miao gradually became quieter. He covered his bleeding nose and looked out. He saw that he was in a cage, surrounded by people, both men and women.
The surrounding Tatar soldiers laughed wantonly, and their figures blocked the sunlight. Several large and three thick Tatar soldiers untied their trousers and urinated in the cage. A child's voice screamed, and You Miao hurriedly stretched out his arms to protect the children beside him. Towards the outside of the cage, he was doused with urine.
The wooden stick came in from the cage again and beat him firmly. You Miao had never been beaten so hard. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't stop vomiting, but he always protected the boy in his arms. . The teenager looked dumbfounded and shouted, "Help—Help!"
"Don't talk..." You Miao said with difficulty.
"Tagou! Come here!" Zhao Chao roared, grabbing the cage at the other end and ramming: "Did you hear me!"
The Tartar soldiers were about to teach Zhao Chaochao a lesson, when a whistle sounded in the distance, and the cage moved, so the Tartar soldiers did not care about humiliating the prisoners of war any more, and they mounted their horses and carried the cage on the road.
You Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell on the inside of the cage. The young man crawled over to check on You Miao's injury, but he was afraid of getting dirty and said in a trembling voice, "You... What's your name?"
You Miao glanced at him feebly, nodded, and the young man said again: "I am I... I am the son of Ji Shangshu of the Ministry of Works, Ji... Ji Guang..."
You Miao patted him on the back and calmed him down, Ji Guang said again: "I let my father..."
"I didn't save you because you were the young master..." You Miao curled up in the cage and muttered, "I am also the young master..."
The wind whistled, bringing cries in the ice and snow, and the convoy set off. They were all prisoners of Han Chinese. You Miao didn't know where they were going. From the moment he woke up, the convoy had been moving. . But he knew at least one thing, the capital had fallen.
This group of Tatars may have wanted to take them outside the northern frontier to serve as slaves or hostages for the Han to pay for ransom. The only hope is that the prince is still alive and ran out of the capital. It also means moving the capital to the south of the Yangtze River. After the capital is successfully moved, maybe they will find a way to redeem them.
As far as the eye can see, except for the snow, it was still snow. After walking in the snow for a whole day, without a bite to eat, the urine on You Miao's body was frozen.
"Don't sleep..." A voice came, You Miao raised her head suddenly, her eyes were blurred, and she realized that it was Zhao Chao.
"If you sleep, you will die..." Zhao Chao tried his best to whisper: "Stand on..."
You Miao nodded. At noon, her eyes stinged, and she couldn't stop crying under the sun. The convoy stopped. Several Tartar soldiers shouted loudly and asked them to get out of the car and kneel in the snow. And holding a leather whip, whipped them one by one, laughing while whipping.
The whip was slapped on his head and face like a knife, and You Miao saw a person he knew—Zhang Wenhan. Zhang Wenhan was hit the hardest, and blood was all over his face. After the Ta soldiers made fun of them, they tied them into a string with ropes and gave them some cakes, which Youmiao held with difficulty in his hands and swallowed them in the snow. After less than an hour's rest, they began to follow the ropes, forming a line and trudging through the snow.
"Wenhan..." You Miao staggered and whispered to the person in front of him, "Wenhan!"
Zhang Wenhan was beaten into a dizzy state, leaning on You Miao, his face turned gray in pain, and said, "Young Master."
You Miao: "Wenhan! Why did you get caught? Didn't I tell you to go back first?"
Zhang Wenhan became more awake and replied, "Master, we ran into a barbarian in Hanyin County and got separated from the brigade, so we had to come back with His Majesty's guards. The master of Guozixue asked us to load our books and take them to Jiangnan. Go, I didn't expect to meet this group of Tartars on the way, kill the master, and burn 50 cartons of books... Young master, why are you here?"
You Miao: "… "