General Qin

"Four males are Kong Fu, six bridles are in hand. Qi Liu is the middle, and Li Li is the horse..."

As stated in the "Poetry", Zhao Tuo holds six bridles, and the four horses are slowly walking on the road under his imperial emissary. The wheels are rolling, but the body is very stable.

Yuan grew up in a well-known Zhao family. He was a son of aristocrats since he was a child. He practiced driving and archery since he was a child, and was taught by a famous teacher.

Perhaps he inherited the skills of his original body. Although Zhao Tuo was driving a chariot for the first time after crossing, he was very proficient. The four big stallions were driven by him like arms and fingers, which was not inferior to the old driver on other chariots. .

Compared with Zhao Tuo, the carriage driven by Heng Heng at the rear was crooked, and several dangerous situations had occurred while driving on the road, and the yelling kept ringing out. If there is no driver who can replace him, he might have been kicked out of the convoy long ago.

"Such a good imperial technique should have been practiced since childhood. You are a child of the Zhao family."

A black horse was riding beside him, and the knight in black on the horse looked at Zhao Tuo expressionlessly.

Zhao Tuo's hand trembled, and the bridle in his hand was tightened. The two horses beside the bridle were affected and almost deviated from the road.

He hurriedly stabilized the carriage, and replied: "I have seen Mr. Han. Tuo is just a horse driver for the nobles from generation to generation. He has a little knowledge of imperial skills, so he should not be praised by Mr. Han."

According to Heng's eavesdropping information, the knight on the black horse was named Han Nan, who was said to be a Korean ranger.

This person has a dark face and a cold voice, making him difficult to get along with at first sight.

Zhao Tuo continued yesterday's rhetoric. Now Zhao Guo has just died, and son Jia is now king in Daidi. Zhao's identity is more sensitive in this situation, and he doesn't want to expose it easily and cause trouble.

Unexpectedly, Han Nan didn't buy it. He sneered, and was about to continue to press for questions, but a clear voice came from behind him.

"Brother Han, why make things difficult for a child, no matter what his status is, it has nothing to do with yesterday's attack."

A white horse came, and the rider on it was a big man with a height of more than eight feet, with a burly and strong build.

Compared with him, the body of Zhao Tuo, who is in his teens, has not yet grown up, barely about seven feet, standing in front of him is like a little chick under the gaze of an eagle.

Although the white horse ranger was strong and strong, he had a kind face, and he helped Zhao Tuo out of the siege as soon as he came.

Han Nan's complexion changed, but he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Le said, I just praised this kid for his excellent imperial skills."

"Now it's sunset, it seems that Zhongshan will not be reached, Jing Qing should camp in the valley ahead, I'll go and have a look."

After the words fell, Han Nan was already galloping on horseback.

In Zhao Tuo's view, he looked a bit embarrassed.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the convoy stopped when they reached a level ground, apparently intending to spend the night here.

Zhao Tuo stopped the carriage and thanked the knight on the white horse who had been following him all along: "Thank you just now, Mr. Le, for saving the siege."

Le Cheng acted as if he had never heard of it, and looked not far away: "Do you hate Qin?"

Zhao Tuo was taken aback.

The hatred between Qin and Zhao for decades, and the blood debt of hundreds of thousands of people, when it comes to Qin, which Zhao person does not hate?

Looking at Heng's appearance, you can know what most Zhao people think.

But Zhao Tuo came from a later life, and his parents in this life died at the hands of Zhao Xiang Guo Kai, so he had no real hatred with Qin, let alone he knew the future direction of history, would he hate Qin?

"The subjugated people hate Qin very much."

Lecheng clapped his hands and laughed: "Yes, Qin has destroyed Han and Zhao. How can a subjugated person not hate Qin? Now that the king of Yan is begging for peace with Qin, I am afraid that he wants to destroy this peace talk and let the flames of war ignite to Yan. .”

Zhao Tuo suddenly became aware that the other party seemed to have something to say.

But Le Cheng didn't say any more, and rode forward, leaving Zhao Tuo with a lonely back.

Zhao Tuo was thoughtful, thinking that if he succeeded, he might be hinting at the attack on the convoy yesterday.

The sky was already dark, and the convoy settled down in an orderly manner.

"I've worked hard all the way for you."

After Zhao Tuo finished feeding the horses, he touched the neck of "Da Hei", who snorted comfortably, and the other three horses became restless.

Zhao Tuo caressed quickly, and after a while of fuss, he finally made the four Ma uncles comfortable, and then he calmed down.

In the wild, there are no stables for horses to rest, but fortunately, horses sleep standing up, and they can not lie down for several days. Standing overnight is nothing to them.

"Don't move around at night, guard the carriage."

When Le Cheng's voice came, Zhao Tuo looked up and saw him and Han Nan patrolling the two sides.

"only."

Zhao Tuo nodded quickly and watched the two disappear behind the car.

There are quite a few guards in the convoy, but they are mainly distributed near the carriage carrying treasures in front. Zhao Tuo and Heng drove the supply cart, which was located at the rear of the convoy, which was not expensive in comparison, and only Le Cheng and Han Nan were patrolling.

Zhao Tuo yawned, walked around to the back of the carriage, and got on from the "back door".

The space in the trunk is not large, and the food and clothing of the team are mainly loaded. An alluring fragrance permeated the small space.

"Meat……"

Zhao Tuo's Adam's apple rolled, looking at the dried meat piled up in the corner, he kept swallowing his saliva.

But he didn't dare to steal food. There was a chef in the convoy who specially cooked for nobles such as Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang. He would come to count the supplies every day. If he found that there was a little less, Zhao Tuo would never be spared.

Swallowing, smelling the smell of meat, Zhao Tuo tossed and turned in the car, unable to sleep.

After a while, there was a ticking sound from the hood above his head, and Zhao Tuo opened the tì to see that it was raining lightly outside.

Zhao Tuo shook his head, lay down again, and pondered: "If I follow Jing Ke to Xianyang, I will definitely be imprisoned when he makes a move, not to mention being torn apart by a car, at least it will be a punishment of beheading. It hurts to think about it, hiss... ..."

"We still have to find a way to run away. We can't risk our lives just for one bite of food. It's a pity that after being attacked, they watched too closely, so they could only look for opportunities slowly."

Accompanied by the ticking of the rain, Zhao Tuo's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he fell into a sweet dream.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Tuo was awakened by a crashing sound, the carriage vibrated slightly, as if being hit by something, and the neighing of horses came from outside the carriage.

Zhao Tuo instinctively pushed open the rear door and jumped down.

The light rain did not know when it stopped, and there was a half-round moon hanging high in the sky. The clear moonlight shone on the slightly muddy ground, and a figure lying beside the carriage was clearly visible.

"Mr. Le?"

Zhao Tuo was startled, judging from his clothes, this man was Le Cheng.

He instinctively stepped forward to help, but when he stretched out his hand, he felt something was wrong.

Le Cheng's body was cold, not the temperature a living person should have.

Looking up, the face was extremely pale, the eyes were wide open, the eyeballs were gray and lifeless, and there was a long wound on the neck.

There is also a sword stuck in the chest, which is Lecheng's own sword.

"Brother Le!"

"Zhuzi, you dare to kill my brother Le, take your life!"

There was a loud shout like thunder, and Han Nan charged towards Zhao Tuo with his sword in his hands.

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