Chapter 92: Wang is always wise

Chang'an wiped his mouth, and a roasted rabbit just slaped his legs and left him aside. He really couldn't eat these things.
Changan described sitting on the ground embarrassedly and poking rabbit meat with a wooden stick wearing a barbecue, and suddenly wanted to eat the scallop porridge that Huayi had cooked, which he had always abandoned.
Although he always complained that the bird would fade out of his mouth, the porridge was not light at all. Huayi always asked people to cook in a small pot for a few hours. The malt grain was filled with spices. He himself The flavor is neither salty nor light. Each piece of shellfish is carefully removed from the corners and corners. It is cooked with vanilla water to remove the fishy smell, but it does not taste fresh ...
While thinking about it, Chang An glanced down at the crudely cooked and roasted rabbit with a bit of glutinousness. He tore a piece of meat from it, and frowned in his mouth like a medicine, chewed for a while, but The more he couldn't swallow, he spit it out.
He sighed, thinking that he was just coquettish with Huayi like before.
When Chang'an stood up and was going to find something else to eat, he suddenly looked down and saw the camp in Jingchu below. Those who were patrolling around in general and chaotically disappeared suddenly. At this time it was already The night was dark, and Chang'an found a place with a good vision, looked at it with great eyes, and found that they moved in one direction like an ant moving.
Chang'an frowned, took a few steps, moved higher, and saw that the bonfire under the mountain had already been lit. The people in the tent and the mountain who had been in the tent all came out of the nest, but for a moment, they gathered at Together.
Chang'an can see that they are leaving here, and they are in good order, and they do n’t seem to escape at all. So what are they going to do in the middle of the night?
This time Chang'an did not act lightly. He glanced down and found that Jingchu had more people than he thought. The orcs and Asian beasts were leading, all wearing light armor, and the people who followed him had never seen him. The heavy armor, heavy armor seems to envelop the whole person, and these people seem to be iron-clad, slow and heavy.
The people in heavy armor form a neat square matrix, as if they were one, and the dust and noise of the places they walked through, even if they were far away on the mountain, Chang'an could feel the iron under their feet every time they took a step Heavy.
For a moment, Changan even suspected that if these people took off their heavy armor, would they find that it was a steel casting dummy?
Further behind, there are the sluggish-looking orcs who patrol the mountain all day. They are followed by slave slaves and guards. There are no old men and no women in the entire camp. It seems that except for the three sons of Jing Chu, No children.
Chang'an glanced at the bush behind him, tightened the small splint holding his right wrist tight, and a cat's waist intended to pass through it to keep up with the group of people. Who knew that his waist was lower half, and he suddenly moved to the side, twisted to the side stiffly, raised his short sword in his left hand, and the sound of Qingyue's metal collision sounded. Take a half step back to the left together.
Chang'an raised his head, his scalp exploded, and in front of him was the lunatic who was haunting him endlessly.
The haunting spirits are here, he is here again!
When the lunatic saw him, like a fat fly, his eyes fluttered blue, and said, "Haha! I found you again!"
Chang'an moved under his feet, and while avoiding him, said with a single heart: "Go!"
The lunatic jumped up and down and turned around for more than half a circle, then rushed up in unprepared manner, and slashed under his head, like a thunder, but he still spoke correctly.
He said, "I won't roll, I won't roll, you can't beat me, you're scared!"
Chang'an bent his waist backwards, almost flush with the ground. The short knife in his hand was turned horizontally, and the back of the small-formed iron knife was tilted upward. He struck an inch and hit the hook of the hook knife. The ground was wiped out from under the blade of the hook. It was dangerous and dangerous, but a piece of sweat was not cut off. Hold the handle, and lift your foot to the lunatic.
The lunatic banged his throat and jumped back in a hurry. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to yell at the insanely insane move. Who knew that his eyes fell on Changan's right hand. His voice was dumb, and he was speechless for a while. It took a while before he tangled his messy hair with a complex look, drove the hook knife to the ground, and took a step back.
"You can't lift your right hand," the lunatic said. "Well, even if I kill you, won't I only win your left hand? No, I won't fight, I won't fight you today."
Chang An glanced at him indifferently, and didn't want to spend much effort to talk with him. When he saw him back away, he generally retracted the short knife without hair, walked through the bushes, and went down the mountain.
Who knows what the lunatic thought, but he followed closely and asked, "Isn't that silly big man running away? What are you doing?"
Changan footsteps.
The lunatic continued: "Oh, don't stare at me. I saw him running west alone, so I thought you might still be here before I came to you."
Changan said coldly, "You're here to die."
The lunatic looked at his back, his eyes finally fell under his tattered clothes, which was almost impossible to cover his body, and the exposed half-half of a thin waist, disdainfully said: "Well, look at you thin Bone the little white ... "
The knife flickered, and the short knife facilitated the scabbard of the hook knife collided near the lunatic's neck.
The two flashlights fired each other and glared at each other for a while. At last they seemed to find it boring, and at the same time retracted their eyes. The lunatic snorted, Changan glanced at him, then moved forward without looking back When he went, the lunatic could not roll his eyes when he saw it, and he followed him.
The madman was moody and nervous. Changan was followed a few steps by him, and he had to pay attention to the front and back. He was really tiresome, so he turned back in anger: "What do you always do with me?"
The lunatic danced, "I will follow, what can you do to me?"
There was a sigh of sigh in Chang'an's face: "Dare to break me, I will let you die without a corpse."
The lunatic "haha" smiled: "You don't have that strength."
Chang'an's fingers fell into the handle of the knife, and his stomach hurt.
The lunatic had a rare advantage over him, and was overjoyed.
Chang'an gritted his teeth, glanced at him with a vulgar glance, hesitated, but continued to walk deafly into the low bushes.
Counting, his right hand was injured thanks to the dead madman, but at this time watching the man jump up and down, Chang An felt that boredom was there, but there was no killing.
This is how the enemies and non-friends went together on the road so strangely, they were not slow, they were quite good at hiding, and they were not far or close behind them, and they started to walk around behind the mountains. Chang'an was still a little confused. After a while, he suddenly found out that this direction was in the direction of the Great Wall of the East China Sea!
Let's say they didn't leave long before Huayi arrived. In these years, the people in Huayi have been expanding the territory. They can say that they have experienced hundreds of battles and haven't stopped. They are all powerful soldiers. The footwork and combat effectiveness are different from the ordinary orc tribe.
Now these murderous people are facing an empty valley bottom-like a dead domain inside, the main account guards are arranged neatly and in detail, but there is no one.
The huge valley, only the sound of wind passing through the stones, was extremely quiet, and a strange weirdness came out.
Lu Quan said subconsciously: "We search the mountain ..."
When Huayi raised his hand to interrupt him, it was near dawn, and the wind in the valley was blowing cold on him, but he seemed to be in a weird state of excitement, with an unprecedented sober mind in his head—Jing Chu didn't want to face him. The man wasn't here, but he never escaped.
Jing Chu's father killed his brother and did everything. Huayi couldn't think of anything in the world that would let him escape, so there was only one place to go.
He reacted in an instant and turned to Lu Quan and said, "At that time, you said that there was a man running in the camp. It looks like Ruda?"
Lu Quan nodded.
Huayi asked again, "Have you caught it?"
Lu Quan frowned, and frowned, "This ... it seems like nothing, why?"
Huayi nodded calmly and said, "Tell everyone, don't go into the back mountain, search the camp in the valley, pick out useful things, and go to the doctor to test the diet first. If it's no problem, set up the camp. We are here. Have enough to eat and drink, take a break here and get on the road. "
Lu Quan looked at him in amazement and asked, "Then ... where have all the people gone? Is that the runaway Luda, after all ..."
Huayi said lightly: "You see they are not in a hurry. I think most of them have found out our way of marching. At this time, I intend to take advantage of the emptiness in the gate and call the" inner troop "to lead the way and directly enter our camp. . "
Lu Quan was startled, his face was white, and he ran back immediately.
Huayi pressed it on his shoulder and filled his speech speed again, saying, "There is no heat in the camp, but there is no dust. It is estimated that it was left in the middle of the night or yesterday. The road ahead met us early, and I thought it would pass by Houshan. "
Lu Quan immediately said: "Then we are now turning back from the mountain, maybe we can catch up with them short-range ..."
Huayi said: "Did they go around such a big back and forth and catch breathlessly and get beaten up? Don't follow the enemy's pace, don't worry, I haven't touched any of the guards before leaving. I also informed several city owners and ordered them to take their own people to the gate to guard them. They would not be able to get in at one and a half hours, and they would be blocked outside the gate. At that time, we would be used as pancake filling. "
He called so many people in silence, but ... keep the stage?
Lu Quan hesitated for a moment. He vaguely knew some grievances between Huayi and his brother. After receiving the unclear letter from Solem, he was no longer worried, lest Huayi be stunned by hatred and anger. Head, but did not expect Huayi this time to lift the power of the whole territory, but not to follow his own offensive attack, but to stay in place to keep the barrier.
Huayi glanced at him and knew what he was thinking. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Otherwise, what do you think? I will fight the madman for life and forget it? If I were alone, I would, but Before that, I was still the King of the East Sea. If someone told me to break into the door because of my private grievances, what other face would I call this "King"? "
Lu Quan's heart warmed up and he blurted out: "The king is always wise."
"Yingming?" Huayi laughed lowly, the laughter was a little cold, and he couldn't tell what it meant.
He looked up and looked at the mountains where the shadow before the dawn was like a ghost, and he didn't know which mountain Chang'an had stayed on, and he didn't know if the man was still safe. Huayi clasped his hands, lowered his head, and finally said nothing. The ground sat down against a tent, and her chest suddenly felt aching, as if the painful efforts of that day were spit out and not replenished.