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Yuchi Beichen looked solemn: "You guys get on the boat first."

The team of soldiers arrived at the shore at lightning speed.

The leading soldier looked at the fishing boat and said seriously: "The river bank is under martial law today and no boats are allowed to leave without authorization. Are you going to violate the ban?"

Yuchi Beichen took out the token calmly: "I am the young master of Yuchi Mansion. This is the token from my adoptive father. He ordered me to take ten of his confidants to quietly go to the north bank, go around to the rear of Xiao Daoyan, and burn his food and baggage."

Before the other party could see the token clearly, he put it away and said majestically: "If the sneak attack is delayed, which of you will be responsible for the loss?"

He didn't dare ask them to take a closer look at the token carved on a wooden board two days ago.

Everyone looked at each other.

Not daring to offend him, they were about to let the fishing boat leave when a horse galloped over. The soldiers on horseback shouted loudly:

"The master of the house has an order. The young master, Wei Chi Beichen, released the felons without authorization. The crime is unpardonable. He orders everyone to be arrested and brought to justice!"

The group of soldiers was stunned and quickly looked at Yuchi Beichen.

There was no sign of him anywhere on the shore. He jumped on the fishing boat early in the morning and ordered his confidants to set off!

"Hurry up!"

They shouted, but unfortunately there were no boats on the riverside, so they had to go to the military camp to borrow a boat first.

The fishing boat was very big and headed towards the north shore like an arrow from its string.

Nan Baoyi stood at the stern of the boat, looking back frequently.

Not long after, a warship full of soldiers chased them.

Warships are very fast and cannot be compared with fishing boats.

She frowned: "There are many pursuers, what should we do?"

Shen Yichao took off his swaddling clothes, dusted his wide sleeves, and said calmly: "It only takes another two-quarters of an hour to reach the north bank. Don't worry, I have ways to delay time."

Nan Baoyi was overjoyed and looked at him with bright eyes: "As expected of Mr. Shen Xiaolang, I still have to count on your strategy at critical times!"

"In ancient times, Zhuge Liang used the empty city strategy to deal with Sima Yi. Today, we can also learn from his strategy." Shen Yichao stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering, "Burn incense and take the piano for me."

Nan Baoyi understood.

He wanted to imitate the ancients and pretend to be calm while sitting upright and playing the piano.

In this way, when the other party sees them being so calm, they will definitely feel that there is something hidden on their ship, and they will not dare to approach them for a while.

She was about to praise Shen Yichao a few words when Yuchi Beichen complained: "Is it okay to talk on paper? This is a fishing boat. I asked the fisherman two days ago to buy a boat. All he had was fishing nets, harpoons and fish bones. Where did the incense burner come from, and where did the long harp come from? ? Mr. Shen, can you be more realistic?!"

Shen Yichao: "..."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

This is very embarrassing.

The fishing boat has sailed to the middle of the river.

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth: "We have run so far. If we are caught back at this time, it would be really unacceptable. It would be great if someone on the north bank came to meet us, but there is still fog on the river now, so I'm afraid they won't notice. we."

It was like a word that woke up someone from a dream.

Shen Yichao suddenly said: "Burn the boat."

Nan Baoyi was stunned: "Burn the boat?"

Shen Yichao quickly walked to the cabin: "Pile all the things that can be burned on the deck.

The flames and smoke are sure to attract attention from the North Shore. "

Nan Baoyi's eyes lit up.

Yuchi Beichen also quickly ordered his confidants to get things to burn.

When the billowing smoke started to rise, the warship behind gradually approached.

Shen Yichao ordered calmly: "Everyone pick up weapons, be it swords, clubs, harpoons or hammers, and prepare for battle! How long can we delay? Whether we can survive or not, it all depends on this!"

The atmosphere on the fishing boat was tense.

Nan Baoyi and A Chou were protected at the bow of the boat.

She glanced at the swaddled baby, and out of a mother's desire to be strong, she also found a rusty hammer and held the handle of the hammer firmly, refusing to let go even if her palms were soaked with cold sweat.

The warship had already approached the stern of the fishing boat.

Hundreds of soldiers shouted wildly, threw ropes onto the fishing boats, and climbed onto the fishing boats along the ropes in groups.

Yuchi Beichen and his confidants stood on the side of the ship, slashing one by one with a risk-taking attitude.

Blood stained the deck red, and the broken limbs and corpses were horrifying.

bow.

Nan Baoyi lowered his eyelashes and listened to the sound of fighting coming from the stern of the ship. The hand holding the hammer handle could not help but tremble, and his delicate body was as tight as a bowstring.

Shen Yichao was sitting on his side, holding his baby in his arms, with a very calm face.

Nan Baoyi couldn't stand him, so he talked to relieve the tension: "You are a big man. Instead of going to the stern to help, you are hiding here and being lazy."

Shen Yichao said: "I don't know kung fu, and I'm not good at killing people either."

"Really?" Nan Baoyi mocked, "You have killed a lot of people."

Shen Yichao was silent.

The fighting on the bow became more intense.

Ridiculing Shen Yichao did not bring any comfort. Nan Baoyi's heartbeat became more intense. He wiped his sweaty palms on his clothes and was holding the hammer handle again when a stern shout suddenly came from not far away:

"Sister Baoyi!"

Nan Baoyi quickly raised his head.

Several soldiers, covered in blood, broke through the defense line and rushed over!

Her eyes were red and her heart was palpitating violently. At this moment, her delicate body burst out with amazing power, and she swung the hammer at them regardless: "Shen Yichao!"

Shen Yichao immediately picked up the baby and retreated to the cabin.

More and more soldiers boarded the fishing boats.

The flames gradually engulfed the entire fishing boat.

There is killing and blood everywhere.

Shen Yichao had nowhere to hide!

North Shore.

Shen Xingshu sat firmly in the rear and was rehearsing the battlefield map.

When the sentry came in to report that there was a fishing boat on fire on the river, he was slightly startled.

He raised his eyes and saw thick smoke billowing from the river.

He thought: "At this time, there should not be any lone boats on the river..."

The sentry said: "Sir, would you like to send someone to check?"

The figures of his youngest son and Nan Baoyi flashed through Shen Xingshu's mind. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. Finally, he said decisively: "Send a few warships over. If they are our own people who have escaped from Jinling, they will come back immediately - That’s all, I’ll go there myself!”

"yes!"

On the warship.

All eight or nine of Yuchi Beichen's confidants were killed.

Nan Baoyi was a girl who had never learned martial arts. She knocked out two or three enemies with her strength. Then the soldiers with red eyes grabbed her by the hair, knocked her unconscious and dragged her to the stern of the boat, happily trying to take her. To exchange for military honors.

Yuchi Beichen fought his way out of the siege covered in blood.

He kicked the soldiers away and tried his best to protect Nan Baoyi who was knocked unconscious. He refused to fall even after being hit five times. The sword in his hand curled up, but he still hugged the girl tightly and roared in a hoarse voice. Enemies surrounding them.

Shen Yichao wasn't much better either.

A soldier found where he was hiding and not only snatched A Chou away with joy, but also stabbed him without any scruples.

On the battlefield, there is no aristocratic family or poor family, no high or low, only strong and weak.

Blood dyed the white clothes red.

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