The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

In the prison, the flames of torches swayed in the breeze, and the shadows of wooden fences were cast on the floor.

Zheng Hai wore the clothes of a jailer, lowered his hat, and walked all the way to the outside of the prison without being hindered in any way.

In the night cell, except for a few night owls who were used to staying up late, most of the jailers found a place to squint. Only two guards near the cell door patrolled back and forth, and the two occasionally gossiped together for a while.

Zheng Hai found an opportunity to take advantage of their separation. He didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, but openly stepped forward to cover the heat, and then knocked out or flipped over.

After he got the two gate guards, he also placed the two of them against the corner of the wall next to the door, as if they were asleep against the wall.

Zheng Hai glanced back at the cell with the swaying firelight, and breathed a sigh of relief, this Da Ming's cell is nothing more than that. Breaking from prison is much easier than before, and of course this is thanks to the help of little Diyun.

He listened intently to the movement outside the door, and it was quiet outside, and he did not notice any noise or patrol footsteps outside the door.

He gently pulled the deadbolt that was tied from the inside, and first opened a crack to look outside, and the two officials outside the door were also leaning against the wall.

He stepped out the door lightly, quickly covering the mouth and nose of one of the officials with his wet sleeve. After a while, the official almost tilted his head and fell unconscious.

Before the two officers and soldiers could react, Zheng Hai had already turned them all upside down.

Zheng Hai gently closed the prison door, exhaled a turbid breath, and looked at a gate in the distance.

Outside the gate, the footsteps of patrolling soldiers could be heard. Judging from the frequency and sound of footsteps, Zheng Hai thought it would be difficult to go out unnoticed.

Therefore, he decided not to go through the gate, but to the high wall on the other side. The high wall, which resembles a city wall, is about ten meters high, and is topped with a battlement wall for archery.

As long as he can get out of Beiping City and enter the mountains and forests, then he will be like a fish in water, and he will no longer be afraid of being pursued by officers and soldiers.

As long as he can climb over this high wall smoothly, he is basically successful and he can be free. Because by the time dawn the jailers found out that he had escaped from prison, he had already left Beiping City.

Zheng Hai untied the two wine bottles at his waist, originally he also planned to use spirits as an accelerant to ignite the fire and burn a house to attract the attention of the jailers and officers and soldiers.

However, he has now changed his mind. Because he escaped so smoothly, there was no need to use any more tactics to divert the tiger from the mountain and attack the west.

He untied the twine net and tied a branch to one end of the rope, hoping to use it as an improvised climbing rope.

"My lord, he really came out! How did he do it? This prison according to the judges... Somewhere

on a tall building, Song Zhong, a brocade guard, looked at Zheng Hai who was wearing a jailer's costume by the high wall. At first, he didn't believe that the jailer could be the escaped prisoner Zheng Hai, until he saw the jailer tying wood and making climbing ropes.

"He's been so patient, he's really a capable man!" the mysterious commander of the brocade guard put down the teacup in the water and instructed his men beside him, "You two go to the high wall and keep guard, and once he is halfway up, cut off the rope." "

Yes, my lord!" the two brocade guards quietly groped in the direction of the high wall where Zheng Hai was.

"Song Zhong, let's go too, let's meet him

!" "Yes, my lord!" Song Zhong glanced at Zheng Hai, the jailer under the high wall, and saluted the mysterious commander with a fist.

Just as Jin Yiwei secretly surrounded Zheng Hai, Zheng Hai finally succeeded in throwing the branch to the top of the high wall, and successfully stuck the branch on the high wall to fix it.

Zheng Hai pulled the hemp rope down with both hands, and fixed the hemp rope so that it could bear his weight and showed no signs of letting go.

He climbed up along the hemp rope, getting closer and closer little by little, and there was a pain in his hand, and the hand rubbing against the hemp rope was probably about to blister.

Suddenly, he heard a slight noise around him, turned his head down, and scolded: "When did they find me, did I fall for the trick? I have to hurry, otherwise I won't be able to run away..."

Zheng Hai turned around, and was startled again, and poked two heads out of the wall to look at him.

With a bang, Zheng Hai heard the sound of drawing a knife on the high wall, and he cursed secretly: "Why are you so unlucky recently!"

He quickly opened the hemp rope he was holding and fell down from the wall. As soon as he hit the ground, he rolled around, and then ran away from the torches.

However, as soon as he walked a few meters, Zheng Hai saw a group of Jinyi guards holding torches walking briskly towards him in front of him. He changed the direction of his escape again, and saw a small group of brocade guards surrounding him.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Hai was surrounded by brocade guards holding torches.

"Take him down, my lord said, he wants to live!" Zheng

Hai looked at the man who gave the order by the light of the fire, and he had seen the leader of the Jinyi Guard who had been to the prison, surnamed Song.

The brocade guards did not draw their swords, but surrounded Zheng Hai in the middle.

A brocade guard stepped forward and said, "Boy, just tie your hands and arrest it! We have been waiting for you all night! Don't let me do it, or you will be punished!" Although

Zheng Hai knew that he might not be able to escape, he heard that the Jinyi guard surnamed Song would not let his men hurt his life, and he knew that his life would not be in danger for the time being.

Zheng Hai calmed himself down quickly and analyzed Song Zhong's words.

He said in his heart: Since they don't use the knife, there is still a possibility for them to escape. Also, since he doesn't want to hurt my life, maybe he has something to do with me, then I have to show my worth. Otherwise, there will be no negotiated price code later....

The Jinyi guard who stepped forward pressed Zheng Hai's shoulder with his hand, trying to catch him, but he didn't expect Zheng Hai to resist.

Unexpectedly, just as he grabbed Zheng Hai's shoulder, Zheng Hai moved.

Zheng Hai grabbed his hand and threw it directly over the shoulder.

The brocade guards were also curious, but they didn't expect their companions to succeed.

"Boy, you've got two hits!come and eat me with a punch!" another brocade guard stepped forward.

Where Zheng Hai talked nonsense with him, he directly greeted him. No matter what tricks the brocade guards played, Zheng Hai greeted them with simple moves, and the moves hit the point.

His punching technique was the most common grappling punch in the army, but no one recognized it in the Ming Dynasty.

Zheng Hai has been surrounded by Jinyi Guard, but the other party has not killed him, so it is not easy for him to use the deadly tricks of the special combat team. He uses the most common grappling punches, sanda and boxing moves.

Zheng Hai used a very ordinary grappling fist, but he tried to beat Jin Yiwei's kung fu to a stunned moment.

The brocade guards have never seen anyone use strange tricks like Zheng Hai: what "piercing ears and knees", "grabbing wrists and smashing elbows", "slashing ribs and chests", "wrapping wrists and punching fists", the brocade guards were dumbfounded.

"What kind of move is he?"

"Why is it so strange

!" "Master!" The

brocade guards who were watching from the periphery with torches were talking in private.

Of course, it has to be said that Zheng Hai's grappling fist is indeed very skillful and can be used freely.

He doesn't use grappling moves stiffly, but adapts them to the needs of the fight.

If you weren't a martial arts master, you wouldn't have been able to see his basic moves. What's more, this is the Ming Dynasty, and the grappling fist is simply an invincible move!

A set of grappling fists was played by Zheng Hai, and the tiger was vigorous, and he overturned four bare-handed Jinyi guards one after another.

"This guy is very capable of fighting! Our men and horses can't catch him without a knife! I really want to come forward and meet him!" Song Zhong, who was standing next to the mysterious commander in the black cloak, also looked a little itchy.

Song Zhong didn't get the answer of the commander, so he didn't move, just pointed to a few brocade guards around him, and ordered: "You guys go up together and capture him!"

Zheng Hai was a little struggling with one enemy and three enemies, but fortunately, the brocade guards didn't understand his moves at all, and they couldn't use their swords. Therefore, the three Jinyi guards were finally overturned by Zheng Hai.

Song Zhong saw that several Jinyi guards were defeated again, and immediately scolded: "It's really useless! You guys go up together! Hold his hands and feet, so many people can't control him, you guys are still messing around with Jinyiwei!"

As soon as he kicked down a brocade guard, he was hugged by another brocade guard, punched the man, and his arm was hugged by another person.

Zheng Hai's limbs were hugged, and when he struggled to break free, the back of his neck shook, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

When Zheng Hai fainted, he heard Song Zhong's words in a trance: "You are really useless!"