Chapter 108: spy

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There are many things hidden in my heart, and I can't sleep well at night. On the second day, He Yan woke up without light. After the morning training, she went to Hongshan to speak.
Hongshan Road: "Yesterday and I took turns staying half-night, and found nothing wrong."
He Yan looked at the stone, and the stone nodded to her.
"Nothing happened all night?"
"No, I slept more than we all died." Hong Shan looked at He Yan suspiciously: "You think too much, this man Hu Yuanzhong is just an ordinary hunter, and I look at what I say. There is nothing wrong with my family. Quite pitiful."
"Brother He, what's wrong with him, would you doubt him like that?" Wheat wondered.
What is wrong? In fact, after all, it means that there is a rash on the wrist of the tiger's mouth, which is really not a big doubt. It's just that when Xiao Jue went out, she always felt that something was wrong.
On the battlefield, the edge of life and death has gone too many times. Sometimes, the body can make a more direct judgment than the brain. A veteran she once talked to often said in the mouth: ordinary people's intuition may be wrong, but people like us have true instincts about dangerous intuition.
She pondered for a moment and said, "Let me see it again."
Hong Shan shrugged and stopped asking.
In the evening, all the daily training was over. He Yan went to Shen Muxue's house to get medicine, and then went to Hu Yuanzhong. Hu Yuanzhong stayed alone in the house, looking down at a piece of paper.
When He Yan pushed the door in, he immediately hid the paper in his arms.
"Brother Hu, what are you doing alone in the house?" He Yan only asked when he didn't see his movements.
"I didn't do anything," Hu Yuanzhong sighed. "My legs are not good enough. I can't get out of the bed. I can only stay in the house and cause you trouble."
"No trouble, no trouble," He Yan smiled and squinted: "If you hurt so badly, of course you should take care of yourself."
She rolled up her trouser legs for Hu Yuanzhong and squatted down to take the medicine. She did not look closely yesterday. Today, she came with suspicion and watched it very carefully.
The two legs of this hunter are all scars. The biggest one is probably scratched by stones. The bones are deep and the most serious.
"I heard Miss Shen say that Brother Hu met a bear when he went up the mountain," He Yan asked casually: "Is there any bear at this time?"
Bears in Baiyue Mountain are afraid that Hibernian is hibernating in the day. Hu Yuanzhong can hit one, which is not easy.
"Yeah," Hu Yuanzhong scratched his head. "I was unlucky. I didn't find the fox. I first encountered a bear."
"How can I say that I am unlucky?" He Yan shook his head. "When I meet a bear, I can retreat, but not everyone can do it. I heard the bear's eyes are not good, but he is very sensitive to the smell, Brother Hu. At that time, he was injured and covered with blood, and the bear did not catch up. Brother Hu is already very powerful."
"Moreover," he didn't look at Hu Yuanzhong's expression, He Yan kept moving in his hand, and continued: "Brother Hu was buried in the snow, and it was a coincidence that she was rescued by Shen girl. Our new recruit from Liangzhou Wei, separated I went up the mountain on the 3rd and 5th. If Brother Hu went to the mountain on the first day at night, or the place where he fell was wrong, I'm afraid I won't be in Liangzhou now."
Hu Yuanzhong was stunned and nodded. "Indeed, it's all thanks to Miss Shen."
He Yan smiled slightly, put the wound medicine on, pulled the trouser legs down for him, and passed the medicine bowl. When Hu Yuanzhong took the medicine bowl, He Yan’s eyes fell on his wrist again, and he pulled the sleeve of his clothes. The length is longer, but the tiger mouth can still vaguely see a red.
"How long has Brother Hu been an hunter?"
Hu Yuanzhong said while drinking medicine: "Seven or eight years."
"Have you been hunting on Baiyue Mountain all the time?"
She asked quickly, and Hu Yuanzhong hesitated before saying: "Yes."
"Have you ever been to Baiyue Mountain in such snowy days in the past few years?"
"No, never."
"Why are you going again this year?"
"It's because food is not enough." Hu Yuanzhong finished drinking his last soup and looked at He Yan strangely: "Brother He, what do you ask?"
He Yan lowered his head and smiled: "It's just a little curious."
She reached for the empty bowl in Hu Yuanzhong's hand.
Hu Yuanzhong held out his hand.
When He Yan's hand reached Hu Yuanzhong, he suddenly changed his direction and straightly slashed Hu Yuanzhong's door. Hu Yuanzhong couldn't avoid it. He only flinched sideways and retreated. He Yan's hand hit his chest and the latter screamed. , Spit out a bit of blood
The young man didn't pause for half a minute, straight into Hu Yuanzhong's shirt, and took out a piece of paper.
"Give me back--" Hu Yuanzhong shouted, but because Fang Cai He Yan's palm, like a frustrated ball, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, half of his body was lying on the ground, and he stretched out his hand in vain towards He Yan.
The movement was so great that it alarmed the people next to him. The recruits all around heard the sound and ran in. When they came in, they saw Hu Yuanzhong vomiting blood while holding his chest. He Yan stood on the edge of the bank, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
"What's going on? What happened!"
Hu Yuanzhong said with difficulty: "He robs me..."
"What did you grab him for?" the recruit asked.
He Yan looked down at the yellow paper in his hand.
A poem is written on the yellow paper, "Yijun's heart resembles the water of the West River, and there is no rest day and night."
The handwriting is beautiful, and at first glance it was written by the woman.
"What is this?" He Yan frowned and asked him.
Hu Yuanzhong stared at him, irritated and did not speak.
"What's the matter?" Shen Muxue's voice sounded from behind. She happened to be nearby, and heard that the movement followed her, and she saw such a scene of tension.
"He Yan?" She looked at He Yan suspiciously, and then Hu Yuanzhong, who was covering her chest, and walked to Hu Yuanzhong's side, and asked in surprise, "Why did the wound get more serious?" Seeing the blood stains on Hu Yuanzhong's lips, "Who did it?"
Hu Yuanzhong stared at He Yan.
Shen Muxue frowned: "He Yan, what did you do?"
"I patted him lightly." He Yan smiled and said: "I haven't mastered the strength."
"Nonsense! He is still injured, how can he hold you in the palm?"
Hu Yuanzhong struggled to get up, stretched out a hand towards He Yan, the tone was still angry: "Give me back!"
He Yan shrugged and returned the paper with love poems to him.
"What is this?" Some recruits asked, "What did you him for?"
Shen Muxue also looked over, Hu Yuanzhong said sadly: "This is written by my dead wife..."
It was actually the relic of his dead wife.
"He Yan, what do you do with other people's relics?" There are recruits who can't look at it. "No wonder people are so angry."
"I don't know it's a relic, just playing with Brother Hu," He Yan felt ashamed. "Brother Hu will not be angry with me?"
Hu Yuanzhong looked at He Yan, seeming to be angry, and finally had to endure and said: "Nothing, don't do this kind of thing in the future." After that, he coughed violently, very weak.
Seeing this scene, Shen Muxue didn't look good either, and only said to He Yan: "Well, He Yan, there's nothing to do with you here, you go out first, then I will be responsible for Hu Yuanzhong's wound medicine. You don't have to do it in the future. Come here every day."
Living like He Yan is a troublemaker.
"Okay." He Yan was not angry and answered with a smile, glanced at Hu Yuanzhong, and turned to go out the door.
As soon as he walked out the door, the smile on his face dissipated.
It was just that she did it on purpose, and people would react instinctively at a critical juncture. Just as in Liangzhou City at the time, Ding tested whether she was really blind. If Hu Yuanzhong was not as serious as his superficial injuries, he would naturally fight back.
But he didn't, and He Yan was slammed. If only this is the case, it is just that He Yan deliberately paid attention when launching that palm.
The palm she gave to Hu Yuanzhong looked aggressive on the surface, but in fact she didn't use much effort. Hu Yuanzhong's beaten flesh hurt at most, and he would never bleed. After all, He Yan didn't want to hurt people's lives. If everything was what she wanted, wouldn't Hu Yuanzhong suffer in vain?
The problem lies here. He Yan is very confident in grasping his strength. Such a non-lethal hand makes Hu Yuanzhong vomit blood? If it were not for her own miscalculation of her strength, it was this person who was lying.
He Yan thought that Hu Yuanzhong was lying.
As for the paper with love poems in his arms, it is even stranger. A person who carries the relics of his deceased wife is naturally an affectionate person. An affectionate person should not have other thoughts in the face of a beautiful doctor. .
He Yan looked at all this as if watching a crappy drama, but unfortunately, even though she was full of doubts, she could not tell others about it. I'm afraid she told others that the palm of her hand was just a sham shot. Others thought she was evading her responsibilities and deliberately talked lightly.
This is really tricky.
She walked and walked, not long after, they followed the wheat, and when she saw her, she was relieved and whispered: "Brother He, they said you beat Hu Yuanzhong? But is it true?"
This is the time for Yixiang, how can all Liangzhou know?
"Really."
"Are you still doubting him?" Hong Shan frowned: "If you suspect that he has a problem, we have to stare at you, why do you beat someone, do you know? Now people in Quanliangzhouwei say you... say you ..." He stopped talking.
He Yan asked: "What do you say to me?"
"Say Brother Ahe, you are bullying and bullying." Wheat Road said.
He Yan was silent.
Things have become even stranger.
"Brother He, what should I do now?" Wheat looked at him worriedly, "Would you like to explain it to someone else?"
"No need." He Yan said narrowly. Since this man will gossip so quickly, it is for her. The explanation is also in vain. Compared to explaining these meaningless rumors, she doubts Hu Yuanzhong's purpose and how to expose this man's feet.
"You continue to stare at him at night." He Yan said: "I will look at it again."
Wheat and Hongshan looked at each other and stopped talking.
...
After a few days, it was calm.
Nothing happened in Liangzhou Weili. On the other side of the wheat, he helped He Yan to look at Hu Yuanzhong day by day, and found no flaws. However, several people in Hongshan didn't sleep well at night. During the second day of training, the blue and black hearts against their eyes were absent, and Liang Ping was trained several times.
As for He Yan, every day I want to see what Hu Yuanzhong is in person, and can I get more news. However, Shen Muxue guarded her like a thief, and strictly prohibited He Yan from approaching Hu Yuanzhong, for fear that He Yan "playing around" would accidentally injure one of Hu Yuanzhong again. So for a few days, He Yan didn't even touch one of Hu Yuanzhong's edges, let alone scratch his flaws.
That night, He Yan walked to Yanwuchang alone. Because of the injury, He Yan changed to night training once every three days.
Xiao Jue had been there for half a month without even a sound. He Yan secretly asked Lisu in the process, if there was any news from Zhangtai, Cheng Lisu did not know. When Xiao Jue was there, he didn't think there was anything. When he left, he felt that Liangzhou Wei couldn't do without him. Otherwise, a little or two of this will be disclosed to Xiao Jue, and with this person's thoughts, you can spy on the signs. Now she doesn't even have a person to discuss, which is really difficult.
She walked to the bow and crossbow, and was about to practice the bow and crossbow. Hearing that the end of the horse road seemed to sound, when she looked up, she saw a shadow riding a horse to the head of Baiyue Mountain.
How can someone go up the mountain deeper into the night? However, it has been sunny for several days in a row, and the snow on the mountain has melted a little, which is better than the past few days. He Yan wanted to call people, but Yan Wuchang was too far away from the Tongpu room where the recruits lived. If it was called, he would not be able to catch up with this person.
Seeing that the man ran farther and farther, and was about to disappear into the darkness of the mountain forest, He Yan took care of nothing else, pulled a horse out of the stable, rolled over, and caught up.
In Baiyue Mountain in winter, the soil is full of biting cold, especially the snow melts, and the horses step on the top, which is easy to slip. The man in front of him didn't hit the fire, just walked on the starlight in the forest. He Yan also couldn't see clearly, and he followed, unable to surpass the past for a while.
He also knows the topography of Baiyue Mountain very much, and he specializes in finding small roads. On several occasions, he wants to bring He Yan into the ditch. In the past few years, He Heyan remembers to remember the road much more clearly than others. He once fought for the flag before, then cut the firewood twice, and the dangerous places are well known in the heart, and he is not fooled. Yan didn't take the bait, so he turned the horse's head and changed direction.
He Yan chased very tightly.
She suspected that this person was Hu Yuanzhong, but why did Hu Yuanzhong go up the mountain late at night? You can't go home over the hill while the night is quiet.
One thing, too little to see, it is difficult to launch a panorama. You can neither push out the panorama nor waste time, just drag the source out and ask clearly.
She had to catch this person today.
Without going by the path, the road will be much wider. He Yan controls the horse to catch up. The distance is getting closer and closer. When there are still a few feet away, he flew directly up and half of the body rushed to the other horse. The man could not escape. He was forced to stop by He Yan and wanted to escape. He Yan threw himself up and gave him his hand.
When she came in a hurry, there was only an iron-headed stick left on the weapon rack, and He Yan took it, and Quan Dang was better than bare-handed. At the moment of the night, the man turned and jumped, and He Yan could see clearly. The man was covered with a face, and the whole body was wrapped tightly, showing only a pair of eyes. The figure was similar to Hu Yuanzhong, but the light was dim and difficult to rely on A pair of eyes distinguished the identity. He stood still, carrying a large knife in his hand, the blade of which was like a crescent moon, and a gleaming light flashed in the night.
"Machete?" He Yan jumped wildly.
Qiang soldiers love to use a machete because it is convenient to cut meat. Not only can kill, but also eat meat. He Yan had also learned the power of this scimitar. She had seen her comrades thrown by this scimitar. The blood had not yet flowed, and her head fell to the ground first. In the years when Xiqiang invaded the Central Plains, the most favorite thing for commanding Ridamuji was to cut off the captive's head with a scimitar, string them together, and tie them to his love horse's tail.
Seeing the machete at this moment, He Yan knew that this person was the Qiang's technique.
She frowned: "Are you really Qiang?"
The man laughed and laughed, his voice hoarse and chaotic, "How do you know?"
"Let's talk nonsense," He Yan stood the iron head stick on the ground, staring at him coldly: "Tell me, what is the purpose of mixing into Liangzhou Wei?"
"Hush—" The man stretched his index finger to his lips and said, "Speak quietly so as not to be discovered." He saw He Yan saying nothing, it seemed funny, and said: "You defeated me, then I Tell you."
"Zhang Mad!" He Yan scolded, and the words fell to the ground, and he flew straight to the man.
Although the iron head stick is not as sharp as the machete, it is better than the simple and hard, which makes it difficult to get close. He Yan was injured before, and now the wounds are not all well, and there are many restraints between actions, but even if, for example, fighting with this person, it is up and down.
The masked man used the scimitar very well, was proficient enough to be sideways, and he was also very fierce in the beginning, and the move was against He Yan's heart. He Yan was forced to retreat, suddenly, the footsteps stopped, because of the rapid stop, she brought up the snow at her feet, she looked back, and there was already an abyss behind her.
"Found?" The man laughed and said, "Why don't you get fooled?"
"Because your technique is too crappy." He Yan said coldly, and the iron-headed stick went to the ground, and the body jumped forward with the stick and fell behind the masked man. She also kept moving in her hands, slashing down towards the other person's head
But the stick fell through, and the man avoided him sideways, and the iron-headed stick fell on the opponent's shoulder. Even so, it was enough. He Yan practiced the stone lock, and his strength was no longer the weakness when he first entered Liangzhou Wei. The Man Han who has changed his physique like Huang Xiong still needs to suffer, not to mention this person.
The masked man was snorted with a blow from He Yan, and the scimitar in his hand was almost unsteady. Even so, his right hand lost his strength, and he could no longer wave his scimitar.
"How?" He Yan sneered.
The other party said nothing, turned around and ran forward, just to escape. He Yan frowned, and immediately went away. She had amazing endurance, amazing physical strength, and ran fast enough. For a time, the masked man could not get rid of He Yan.
As long as he catches up with this person and takes off his face towel, he will know his identity. The witnesses and evidence gathered in the middle of the night dressed up like this. If it was Hu Yuanzhong, Shen Han tortured him, and he should be able to ask them what they were trying to do.
Thinking about it, suddenly seeing the person in front stopped, he shouted at He Yan: "Send you a gift!" The machete was thrown at He Yan's heart, He Yan subconsciously took it, holding the handle, But seeing the jungle, "Gurulu" got out again.
At night, the man who got out was still wearing the red costume of Liangzhou Wei recruits.
The mountain road is an oblique long slope, and the recruits rolled down all the way, and then down, but the abyss. He Yan looked at the masked man with a grin, fled into the depths of the jungle, gritted his teeth, and turned to chase down the new recruits.
The recruits in strong suits rolled faster and faster, without even a groan, He Yan sank in his heart, flew up, and swept across the center of the long slope, reporting the recruits full, and the two rolled sideways together. , Xu Yu, finally stopped in front of a tree.
The body in the arms still had a temperature, but he said nothing, He Yan looked down, and through the starlight, a young face appeared.
She froze for a moment.
There are tens of thousands of recruits in Liangzhou Wei. She can't remember everyone's name. At most, they are familiar and can be recalled. She remembered the face of the man, before fighting for the flag on Baiyue Mountain, the cowardly king Xiaohan encountered on the way down the mountain.
A teenager who blushed and thanked her a few days ago, now there is no trace of blood on his face, his eyes are wide, and he seems to be full of horror before his death. The clothes are red, and there is nothing to see, but it is wet. Sticking in front of him, He Yan looked down at his hand, his hands covered with blood. She shuddered to undo the teenager's clothes. There was a huge blood hole in her chest. She was hooked off some flesh and looked hollow.
He died under the machete.
Even after seeing more lives and deaths, every time he faced the deaths of those around him again, He Yan couldn't be calm. She closed her eyes, her heart burst into anger, and murmured: "Animal!"
He was so young, he had not even actually been on the battlefield, and died in the desolate night of Baiyue Mountain. If He Yan did not follow the masked man tonight, he would die quietly, only on the second day. At that time, the brothers of the guardhouse discovered that there was no such person.
Missing... such a person?
Why did he drag this boy to the mountain to kill? Did he get killed because of what he saw, or did he have another reason?
No, no!
He Yan held the boy's hand tightly and hit the jackpot!
She had just thought of this, and she heard the voice of people in front of her, and someone was shouting, "Have you seen anyone? Where is it?"
Suddenly, the bushes in front of him were brushed away, a recruit's face was exposed, and a torch was still held in his hand. He happened to be facing He Yan.
Don't think about it, you know how grim the picture is at the moment.
She held a scimitar in her hand, and the scimitar was still stained with blood, and her hands were bloody. On her hand, a Liangzhou recruit lay on his back, stunned, and a hole in her chest was shocking.
"Look, find!" the recruit yelled apprehensively, even rolling back with a crawl, "killed! He Yan killed!"
The people who came quickly followed him, and He Yan raised his head and saw dozens of people, including Shen Han Liangping, all the heads came. They stared at He Yan, their eyes flustered, and Du Mao shouted, "He Yan, are you actually killing someone?"
The murder weapon was in her hands, the body was at her feet, and the mountain went up late at night, and her appearance was suspicious. Whatever she looked, she was like a ulterior motive who tried to kill and kill her.
This is the real gift from the masked man.