You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 212 Never Let This Person Leave

a long distance away.

Dingzhou City has become independent.

The Daying royal family is now fleeing everywhere and has no time to care about the rebel forces in various places.

Dingzhou called for the recovery of the country and the expulsion of foreign enemies, and gathered tens of thousands of people, with more and more followers every day.

The man in black was also sitting at the desk, but all his eyes were on the Qianli document on the scroll.

"General Wang Sen pays respect to the military and state affairs lord."

There was no change in the military and state affairs positions, except that the Dingzhou Army and Zhengzhou Army were merged together.

The person who really was in charge was Song Yuanshan of the Zhengzhou Army.

Wang Sen looked at the man carefully and felt that he had a stern and handsome appearance, with a strong scholarly air. He did not look like someone who stayed in a military camp.

Wang Sen bowed his head slightly and said, "On the way to recapture the bandits, I rescued some people who escaped from Daying Capital. Among them, there is a Mr. Luo who wants to see you."

There was a hint of surprise in his tone: "Take me there quickly."

When I heard the news that the capital had fallen the day before yesterday, I felt a pang of pain in my heart and a sense of foreboding.

Luo Wenqi, who was standing in front of the tent curtain, picked up the bandaged sleeve in his hand and bowed to him.

Ling Shumo looked at his injuries with complicated eyes, and then glanced at Shen Zhuyue who was also injured behind him.

"You have come a long way, you must take good care of your injuries. Go down quickly and let the military doctor check it out."

Seeing this, Luo Wenqi hesitated to speak: "Hey, Brother Zichen. I found Xiaobai in the capital."

The person on the other side suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he uttered a few words: "Abai, what happened to him?"

"he……"

The profound content makes everything seem like ice and fire.

When Ling Shumo learned about Bai Wan's experience, he couldn't believe his ears.

Then, all the soldiers saw that he was crying and laughing at the same time as if he was stimulated by something, strangely, as if he was controlled by something...

Now the three border cities have recaptured Zhengzhou City and are recuperating, and they do not have the troops to attack the capital.

However, Ling Shumo still said: "Recently, a group of Daying prisoners were sent north by Xuanli, and there are skilled craftsmen who are good at making weapons."

He decisively ordered a small team to go to Dongli Mountain on the way north!

Ah Yan, who was already commanding the army, said solemnly: "Sir, I will go..."

The person on the other side said quietly: "I'll go there myself!"

"But, sir, such a small matter..."

"I said, I'll go there myself--" Ling Shumo dragged out his tone and answered word by word.

Knowing the friendship between the Lord and Mr. Bai, A Yan had no choice but to stop saying anything.

However, at this moment, everything seemed like dust in Ling Shumo's eyes.

Luo Wenqi asked: "Brother Zichen, you have a lot of informants now, please help me find out the whereabouts of Chen Xingyi."

Ling Shumo nodded, mounted his horse, and glanced at the people and horses behind him.

Nerves are stretched to the limit...

……

Three days later,

When the captives from the capital were traveling north through Dongli Mountain, they encountered a heavy snowstorm and the sky was covered with snow.

Bai Wan and his group were tied together by ropes, standing in the wind and snow, with a sense of destiny.

His hands were red from the cold, and looked even paler and weaker in the snow, so he had to think of ways to keep warm.

However, the further we walked, the colder it became and we couldn't move forward.

The sun was setting in the west and the night was filled with wind and snow.

Bai Wan was complaining in his heart: The terrain of Dongli Mountain is steep and there are many caves and sunken caves. Now is the time to escape.

If you can encounter heavy snow while crossing the mountains...

If I could take advantage of the opportunity...

They reached the top of the treetops.

Bai Wan lowered his head and saw that the ravines were steep and dangerous below him, and there were no Xuanli Army guards monitoring the other side.

He suddenly asked, "Who among you wants to survive? Let's jump together. Do you want to line up?"

Several big winners beside him looked at him, but none of them dared to move.

Bai Wan shuddered and smiled:

"Those who don't dare to gamble will not live long. When they reach Xuanli, they don't know what kind of life worse than death they will face!"

After mocking himself, the man threw himself into the snowdrift in the mountain stream, drawing a strange arc among the haystacks.

Since we are human beings, even if we don't have the courage, once someone takes the lead, we will gain momentum.

What’s more, it was a bold act by the painting saint Han Miaoran.

At that moment, two or three people, with a desperate mentality, rolled down one after another.

About ten people on a rope disappeared into the snowy road in the mountain stream, just to survive.

The man in red beside him sighed thoughtfully: "Master Han is really a lunatic!"

Some people bet on escaping, while others bet on not escaping.

And Bai Wan is the conceited person.

But in the cold weather, this kind of bet is not something that ordinary people can do. Because he had begged in his childhood, wandered around in the market, and survived through many hardships, he was able to survive repeatedly.

At this time, the wind and snow became stronger at night.

In the moonlight in the dark mountain stream, the wind and snow howled like a hungry wolf swallowing food.

In the dark night, a ghostly figure in a white coat rolled down from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain and stopped along the glacier.

"Snapped!"

Bai Wan's body fell heavily on it, leaving a big bloody mark on his forehead...

Not far from the body, the team stopped and one of them rode forward in surprise.

I felt a figure was conspicuous, and there seemed to be a whimpering sound.

When the man on the horse got off and took a look, he felt tears in his eyes and had difficulty breathing.

You can tell who it is at a glance.

You can tell whose cheek it is at a glance.

No need to ask...

Someone whom I hadn't seen for nearly half a year almost leaned over and rushed over, without any demeanor at all.

His brows were filled with pain and worry.

"Abai..." His voice was choked.

Ling Shumo walked up to the figure in white and hugged him tightly in his arms.

He hugged the person in disbelief, stunned, with words choking in his throat.

how so……

His face was pale, and he still had chains on his hands. His hair was messy and full of branches, snow, and blood.

Can't you be nicer to yourself?

"Sir! Sir?" A Yan caught up on horseback and saw this scene.

Bai Wan, half dazed, lay quietly on Ling Shumo, holding the pink cloth bag tightly in her hand, not moving a muscle.

The former ruffian seemed to see a familiar figure in a daze.

"Zi Chen... I'm really lucky..."

What's so good about this luck?

A Yan clearly felt the pain in Ling Shumo's eyes and tried to calm his anxiety.

"Have the other Daying craftsmen been rescued?" Ling Shumo asked.

"I have accomplished my mission!" A Yan bowed.

"Then... let's find a place to settle down before returning."

Ling Shumo frowned in worry——

Because Bai Wan's appearance of curling up in fear of the cold reminded him all the time.

The days of separation were not good, and might even be extremely bad.

He would never let this person leave his side again...

Don't let this person scare him again and again...