Mr. Fu ran away again today

The sky and the earth are vast and white.

Mo Chen galloped northward for [-] miles. He was about to stop for a rest when he heard the sound of close combat and shouts of killing. He followed the sound to where it came from. It was a small hill, and his sight was blocked. Can't see what's going on.

Mo Chen clamped the horse's belly, rode the horse and continued to move forward, up the hill, his eyes suddenly opened up.Just less than a mile ahead, Yang Lang and his team were fighting with a group of bandits. There were already many corpses lying on the ground, and there were more bandits corpses at a glance. The blood melted on the white snow, which was dazzling. The scarlet, bloody smell in the cold air made Mo Chen frown involuntarily.

From time to time, sharp arrows were shot from the hills on both sides, and the sharp arrows rained down to the low places, regardless of the enemy or ourselves, and shot many soldiers and bandits.

Mo Chen looked at the carriages. Although the carriages were covered with straw mats, the bags could still be seen from some angles, most likely they were military rations.These mountain bandits are also bold, even daring to snatch military supplies.

Mo Chen frowned and looked at Yang Lang who was fighting with bandits. He obviously also realized that if he wanted to escape, he had to deal with the archers first. The archers were on the hills on both sides. Yang Lang shuttled through the rain of arrows. With a sudden step on his feet, he flew towards the small hill on one side, narrowly dodging the sharp arrows several times.Seeing that he was about to reach the position where the archers were ambushing, he instantly became the target of public criticism, and almost all the archers aimed at him.

If Mo Chen sees bandits fighting against people in the court on weekdays, he must treat it as if he didn't see it.But yesterday he ate and drank at the same table with Yang Lang, and he had some friendship, so he couldn't just sit idly by.

Mo Chen rode his horse and galloped towards the hill on the other side. When the archer heard the sound of hooves, he turned around and saw an empty horse. Behind the bandits, he took up the sword flower and mercilessly cut their throats.

Mo Chen quickly dealt with the bandit holding a bow on one side, and also attracted the firepower of the bandit on the opposite side, which finally allowed Yang Lang to breathe. He had already taken advantage of the chaos and came to the opposite hill, and solved the wave of mountain bandits with a few swords. bandit.Without the archers, the bandits below lost their advantage and were quickly killed.

Mo Chen stood on the top and looked down, then got on his horse and rode down the hill.Originally, he wanted to say hello to Yang Lang, but when he approached the convoy, he was surrounded by seven or eight people with knives.Everyone looked at him defensively, as if he would be hacked to death if he moved.

"Don't be rude to Mr. Mo!" Yang Lang had already driven down from the opposite hill, he shouted, "Everyone check the carriage and report the situation."

As Yang Lang said, he passed through the carriage, came to Mo Chen, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Mr. Mo for your help." His right hand bent unnaturally, obviously injured.

Mo Chen got off his horse, raised his hand and said, "Mr. Yang is polite, it's a little effort."

Mo Chen thought it was a matter of little effort, but Yang Lang knew that if Mo Chen hadn't rescued them in time today, at least half of them would have confessed here.

While the two were talking, a 40-year-old veteran stepped forward and said, "Young Master Yang, four people were killed, three were seriously injured, and 23 were slightly injured. One horse died, and the goods are all there."

"Treatment for a while, and we will set off later." Yang Lang said, putting the sword in his hand on the ground, and took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from the cloth bag he was carrying, and cut open the sleeve of his right hand with a dagger, revealing a bleeding wound .

Yang Lang bit off the golden sore medicine, looked at Mo Chen and said, "Mr. Mo, can you do me another favor?"

Mo Chen saw that it was inconvenient for him to apply the medicine with one hand, so he stretched out his hand to take the golden sore medicine and said, "It's simple, I'll help you."

Yang Lang's right arm was pierced by a sharp arrow, and the blood soaked through the entire sleeve. Mo Chen tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, first tied the strip of cloth tightly above the wound, and then began to apply the medicine.

Yang Lang didn't expect Mo Chen to be so enthusiastic, and misunderstood his meaning: "That's not what I said."

"What?" Mo Chen had already applied the medicine quickly, and then wrapped up the wound with the clean cloth strips in his cloth bag. While tightening the cloth strips and knotting them, he said, "Brother Yang, you are taking advantage of me." Well, that's already done me a favor. Tell me, what else do you want me to do?"

At the same time as Mo Chen spoke, Yang Lang gasped in pain. He endured the pain and said, "I think Mr. Mo is also heading north, can you invite Mr. Mo to go with us?"

Mo Chen grabbed a handful of clean snow from the ground, slowly wiped off the blood stains on his hands, and said without raising his head: "You want me to help you escort food and grass to the front line?"

Yang Lang was slightly surprised: "Did Mr. Mo see our identities?"

I can see that you can also hide it, and I didn't make you admit it right away, Mo Chen was helpless.

"Every one of you has the word army written on your face, and you are so well-trained—" Mo Chen pointed to the surroundings, and in just a cup of tea, what should be bandaged has already been bandaged, and the dead horses also use mounts Instead, the seriously injured and those with injured legs sat on the roof of the carriage.A hole was also dug beside the road, and five or six people put the four dead people into the hole and buried them.

After the accident, it can be dealt with so calmly and quickly, it can be seen that it is a well-trained team.

"We are indeed going to send food and grass to the front line. The battle ahead is tense... Fifty miles further forward is the military camp. I am afraid that the road will not be peaceful. My right arm is injured. If there is another surprise attack, I may not be able to hold the sword. If this group The rations are lost, and the heads of dozens of us are also lost...so I begged Mr. Mo to help." Yang Lang clasped his fists in pleading regardless of the pain in his arm.

Now his arm is injured, if he is ambushed again, he may not be able to fight back.It would be fine if he died to keep the food and grass, but he was afraid that the food and grass would be robbed, and his sin would be irreparable by death...

Mo Chen thought for a while and said, "Okay, anyway, I'm going to Songzhou, so it's a good way to go." It's good for Quan Dang to find a talking partner on the way to relieve boredom.

In less than a stick of incense, the team had already rested and set off again.

Mo Chen and Yang Lang rode side by side, Yang Lang asked: "Dare to ask why brother Mo Xian is going to Songzhou? It is near the place where the two armies are fighting, and it is very dangerous."

Mo Chen tore off the cloth towel that covered his mouth and nose, and poured the cold air straight into his mouth and nose. He drank a cloud of white air and looked forward: "I'll go to Songzhou to find someone."

"Oh? You came all the way to Songzhou to find someone, this person must be very important to you, right?" Yang Lang asked with a smile.

"Well, it's very important. I didn't notice it for a while, so I ran away." Mo Chen said.

Yang Lang thought to himself, is this person someone you can live with if you want to?He knew exactly who Mo Chen was looking for, so he couldn't help teasing: "Could it be the sweetheart of my brother?"

Mo Chen smiled, but did not answer, he was silent for a moment, and asked: "Brother Yang has been staying outside the pass, but do you know a young master surnamed Fu?"

"Master Fu?" Yang Lang thought about it carefully, and said, "Mr. Fu, I know a few, but I don't know if they are the ones you are looking for. Why don't you tell me what this Mr. Fu looks like? What characteristics, I might really recognize it."

"He..." Mo Chen thought for a while, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "My name is Fu Chuxi, he is a bookish businessman, very handsome, good at business but not martial arts... oh, but he can sing, My Mr. Fu's singing is really nice—hey, what are you laughing at?"

Yang Lang held back his laughter, and couldn't help imagining the image of his master in a costume. When Mo Chen asked him what he was laughing at, he withdrew his smile and said seriously, "Sorry, I just suddenly thought of something else. Mr. Mo, please continue."

Mo Chen sighed and said: "There's nothing to continue, it's over. Do you recognize my Mr. Fu?"

Yang Lang shook his head and said, "I can't remember such a Mr. Fu, but there are so many soldiers in the barracks, maybe someone will recognize him."

Even though Yang Lang said so, he actually already had a plan in his heart.

Mo Chen is a person from the Jianghu, this type of person is generally not used by the court, and will not be loyal to anyone.But his martial arts are extremely high, if he stays by His Highness's side, he will be a sharp blade.Especially in this bloody battlefield, with such a person helping His Highness, he usually leaves His Highness's side to perform tasks, and he feels relieved.Since Mo Chen came to the door in person, he might as well take him back to the barracks and report to His Highness, it will depend on His Highness whether he sees him or not.

Yang Lang and Mo Chen rode at the front, followed by a dozen lightly wounded soldiers on horseback. The seriously wounded were all placed on military ration carts, while the rest walked on both sides. Everyone cheered up and hurried on their way. Don't dare to relax one bit.

The team walked for a day, and did not stop to rest until it was dark. Everyone, including Yang Lang, chewed two mouthfuls of dry food while walking when they were hungry, and took out a water bag from their arms to drink cold water when they were thirsty.

Mo Chen thought that he had been working hard for the past ten days or so, but now he felt that compared with these soldiers, he was much more comfortable. At least he could stop and rest for a while when he was tired.