Return on snow

Ning Ke focused his attention on the convoy down the mountain, because this time he deliberately increased the number of grain vehicles, so when the last vehicle entered the ambush circle, the leader Zhou Yang's vehicle had already reached the position of leaving the village.

The Liao army ambushing in the house also seized this opportunity, and swarmed up in an instant, and the Liao army not far away also stepped forward to help.Ning Ke stared at the grain cart in the middle, his eyes suddenly condensed: "Fire the arrow."

With a sound of "whoosh", before everyone had time to see the trajectory of the arrow clearly, the grain truck directly below the hill was already on fire.

It didn't take long for the fire to spread, when suddenly there was a loud noise from the foot of the mountain, like thunder, and the guns buried in the depths of the grain truck exploded one after another, implicating the front and rear horses and the Liao army rushing up. The snow instantly turned into snow water.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Shu released four more arrows, hitting the front and rear of the convoy respectively.The first few vehicles headed by Zhou Yang had already withdrawn from the ambush circle near the water. Except for a small part of the team leader, the rest of the escorted soldiers were all Liao army prisoners wearing Wei army armor. It is common for prisoners of war to transport food. This kind of double-sided ambush can be said to be bad luck for eight lifetimes.

And the mastermind of all this is standing on the top of the distant mountain calmly, seeing everything in his eyes.

The raging fire was like fireworks exploding one after another, small fireballs one after another, and the smoldering flames drowned out the screams and screams of the soldiers when they were burned.

The archers on the top of the mountain also began to draw their bows and shoot arrows. The mountain Ning Ke found was not only high, but also had an excellent angle, which made the archers all happy. The continuous rain of arrows continued to promote the spread of the fire. Liao's ambush army and prisoners of war turned into firemen one after another, and were buried together in the land they had ravaged.

The Liao army suffered heavy losses, and the Wei army didn't hurt a single soldier. Yi Shu only felt very happy.

Ning Ke stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time with his eyes downcast. He was still wearing the muddy white long coat from last night. When the wind blew, the clothes stuck to his body.

"Ah." Yi Shu threw back the arrow and bow to the soldier just now, and stood side by side with Ning Ke, also looking sad.

Hearing his long sigh, Ning Ke withdrew from his thoughts and asked, "Is there any dissatisfaction, Your Highness?"

Yi Shu waved his hand: "That's not true." Then, he sighed at the sea of ​​fire below the mountain: "This king loves those five boxes of □□."

Ning Ke, who was always eloquent, was stunned speechless for a moment. He turned his head to look at Yi Shu's sharp-edged side face, and seemed to really feel the slight sadness in Yi Shu's tone.

"Report—" A soldier rushed to ask for orders: "Your Highness, Zhou Duwei said that the Liao army along the river has been wiped out. I want to ask Your Highness...whether you want to send troops here?"

This area is the lifeline of the Wei army's reserve army rations. As long as the confrontation between the Wei and Liao armies here is not broken, the Liao army may make a comeback at any time.

Yi Shu put his hand on the hilt of the black iron saber, remained silent for a while, and finally ordered firmly: "No, let him lead the troops back to the camp immediately."

The remaining fire at the foot of the mountain was not exhausted, and the road was blocked tightly. The road to Ji Beihe could not be walked, and Wei Jun had to go back to the camp by detour.

Yi Shu was in a good mood, and felt comfortable seeing everything, talking and laughing with several lieutenants along the way, without any airs of a prince.

But before they had gone a few miles, a soldier rode his horse to report: "Your Highness, the little gentleman who was with you... seems to have disappeared."

Yi Shu: "What?"

The lieutenant general beside him persuaded: "Your Highness, just run away, anyway, the war is over, Mr. Xiao can decide whether to stay or not."

"No." Yi Shu pulled the rope and turned the horse's head, explaining solemnly: "His younger sister is still in my king's camp, what should I ask my king to do with it in the future? Could it be thrown away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked away, leaving the rest of the Wei army officers and soldiers looking at each other in blank dismay: "Your Highness...Your Highness!"

Everyone didn't know what happened to the little prince who usually didn't care about anything in the past two days, to compete with a half-grown child.

Ning Ke stepped on the black ruins and was rummaging around with a branch in his hand. Suddenly, his arms stopped, and then he bent down and found a jade pendant with a ring and a red string on it from the wood ash.

He wiped off the ashes from the jade surface with his sleeve, checked it over and over, and held it tightly in his hand. This was the only relic left by his father to the siblings, and he fled too quickly that day, so he didn't have time to take it with him.

It was snowing lightly, and the cool wind rolled up one piece of it, carrying it around the ruined wall for a few times, and finally landed on the back of his warm hand. Ning Ke raised his hand and watched the snowflake that was about to melt come out know god.

The light wind and velvet snow, as if the towering flames not long ago were just a dream.

Ning Ke pursed his lips, obviously his face and figure were full of youthful air, but there was always an incomprehensible deepness in his brows and eyes.

Still have to go back.

He sighed without a trace, turned and left.

As soon as Ning Ke took a few steps, there were some rustling sounds behind him. He turned around to look for the source of the sound, but suddenly he was caught by something under his feet. black hands.

Ning Ke had never practiced martial arts, so the surviving Liao soldier was completely a fish under the sword.

The Liao soldier seemed to have tested the young man's skill, and suddenly became more rampant. He had half stood up, and was about to stab with a ten-foot-high iron spear.

Ning Ke's eyes went dark for a while, and in an instant, he only felt a powerful force lifting him up. When his vision was clear again, he saw that the familiar black iron long sword had pierced into the Liao army's leg. chest.

That sword pierced extremely deeply and accurately, blood gushed out immediately, and fell on the side of Ning Ke's face.

"My Allah, the Great Liao, will definitely..." The Liao soldier's face was scorched by charcoal fire, only his eyes could be seen clearly. It was this dying look that aroused Ning Ke's deep memory. Six years ago , the blood of his parents once stained his sleeves red, and was also scattered in the vast snow.

Looking at the rampant and desolate face of the Liao army, he was relieved for a moment.

Yi Shu's expression was indifferent, and as soon as he exerted his strength, the blade of his sword pierced through the dying flesh and blood. Before the Liao army could finish his sentence, blood spattered and he lost his breath.

Ning Ke was stunned for a moment, when he suddenly felt the sound of unhurried breathing behind him, he shuddered, and suddenly came back to his senses.

When his life was hanging by a thread, he was lifted onto the horse directly by Yi Shu. At this moment, he turned his head and met Yi Shu's gaze. The two looked at each other, both a little uncomfortable, and neither of them broke the silence.

Yi Shu avoided his sight first, coughed lightly, and raised his hand to retract the bloody long sword. The moment the sword was sheathed, Ning Ke jumped off the horse without showing any signs of expression.

Ning Ke knew that if Yi Shu didn't get him on the horse in time, he wouldn't be able to get out of his position and stab the Liao army. At this moment, he was probably grateful in his heart.

"Thank you, Your Highness King Heng."

Yi Shu pretended to be calm and waved his hands: "No need."

Ning Ke pursed his lips and smiled lightly, and pulled up the rein: "Let me lead the horse for Your Highness."

Yi Shu has never liked people to lead horses for him, he just likes the joy of riding horses recklessly, but now he has already missed the good time to refuse, so he can only follow Ning Ke's steps in a daze.

"You came back just to look for this?" Yi Shu glanced at the jade pendant in Ning Ke's hand, it was a piece of green and white jade of average quality, without any carvings, it really didn't look like a rare item.

I don't know if it's because he just escaped the ghost gate, but Ning Ke's guard against Yi Shu seems to have eased a bit, he paused, and said: "This is my father's relic."

"Your father?" He began to understand Ning Ke slowly: "So that's how it is..."

Ning Ke remained silent, feeling that the topic was over, but Yi Shu asked again: "Can you show me?"