A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

It had been two days since Feng Ye led the troops away. In the afternoon, General Dou and Deputy General Bai were making the final count of soldiers on the school grounds, when a gray-feathered and white-headed pigeon flew over from the sky and landed on Dou Yibin's shoulder.

It's news from the other side of the river.

Seeing that his friend's face suddenly darkened, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable horror, Bo Ankang reached out to get the note, which read——

I went deep into the enemy camp first, and Dou Wei led the troops.

It was Feng Ye's tone, no wonder Dou Yibin was so angry, Bai Ankang automatically translated this sentence as: I'm going to die right now, don't worry about it.

Dou Yibin was so angry that he didn't speak. He pursed his lips fiercely and stopped swearing. He grabbed the red string on the gun in his hand and ravaged it hard, as if it was Feng Ye's neck.

Bo Ankang sighed, and said, "Yanran, Feng Xieling is actually not as trash as people say, seeing that he is witty and intelligent, and can beat Dou Wei in a martial arts competition, he must have a way to protect himself, otherwise how can he protect himself?" Will you be so reckless as to throw yourself into a trap?"

"It's not so easy for him to die when he sees people talking and talking nonsense." Dou Yibin snorted coldly, his face so gloomy that water dripped out, "Forget it, he died earlier, but no one messes around in front of my eyes every day. Shake, it's very clean."

At this time, the deputy came to report, "Report to the general, report to the deputy general, [-] soldiers are in line, [-] cavalry, and [-] archers are also in place. They are all good soldiers selected from the battalion. The remaining soldiers are also scattered according to the deployment. Around the barracks and the border, everything has been arranged."

Dou Yibin didn't speak, the deputy saw the general's gloomy face, thought he had done something wrong, stood tremblingly, it was Bo Ankang who relieved him, nodded and let him leave.

General Dou's bony fingers were still wrapping around the red tassel on the gun head, and he suddenly smiled coldly, "Give me all the candy I asked you to buy a few days ago, and he won't even think about eating another one." Throw the spear/gun in your hand to a friend on the side.

Only Bai Ankang was left on the spot holding the red-tasseled gun butt, and the dark red tassels were loosely entwined and woven into a bundle under the hands of General Dou. The pattern was a bit like the rope worn by women in Beijing.

After Bai Ankang tasted it, the general was silent for a long time just now, thinking about where those packets of sugar went?

And, when did Yanran have such an interest in weaving female celebrities?

Weird, simply weird.

Forty miles away, Qilian Shangjun, the county government.

Since the fall of Qinzhou, the gate of the formerly prosperous and lively county mansion has been deserted for more than a year. There are no more peddlers and wine shops along the street, and only long-bearded soldiers from northern Xinjiang lined up to guard the county mansion. , Every quarter of an hour, there will be a team of five patrolling patrols repeatedly.

The plaque bestowed by the emperor on the county mansion was also withdrawn, and the calligraphy of the ancestors was broken in the blood of the county guard on the first day of the barbarian invasion. The shadow of "He Qing Hai Yan".

Now, living in the county mansion is the guardian of Northern Xinjiang, Harrick.

"Uncle Queenie." Sadiq Reheman stood behind a muscular figure. Sadiq just turned seventeen last month. His stature is between a youth and a teenager, but compared to a tall northerner, It's a little slender.

The thick cloak made of wool in northern Xinjiang covered the thin shoulders of the young man. "Today's winter came very early. After the cold wind passed, frost was hanging everywhere. The water level of the outer river has been falling in recent days, like ice on it. It is blocked, the flow is slow, and I am afraid it will soon enter the dry season."

Queenie Hallick turned around, revealing a pale face, but this pallor was not weak, but the paleness that had been honed by the wind and snow in northern Xinjiang, with a bit of gray from the wind and sand. His straight nose and wide His chin was red, surrounded by a thick and curly dark brown beard, one eye was seriously injured, and there was a flesh-colored scar on the eyelid, which was half closed and drooping, but the inside was not cloudy, but battle-tested. After killing decisive shrewdness.

"If it's the dry season, the drinking water in the city won't last more than seven days..."

Queenie frowned, "Then send troops to guard the water storage wells in the city, only for military use, and limit daily water use. As for those people in the Central Plains, if they want to drink water, they must go out and dig the ice upstream."

"Yes."

Sadik didn't seem to dare to look at his face, curled up in a large wool cape, lowered his head, waiting for his uncle to speak.

Queenie looked at her nephew, and her attitude softened a bit: "Is there anything unusual about the river recently?"

Sadiq relaxed for a moment, and said respectfully, "Nephew has sent someone to check the upper reaches of the river, and he is expected to come back in two days." After speaking, he hesitated for a while, and then confessed, "When I went to inspect yesterday, I caught a People from the Central Plains who want to escape from the city..."

"Huh?" Queenie was a little confused, so, every month, a few Han Chinese who wanted to leave the city were caught and executed according to the rules, to make an example to others.

Sadiq hesitated for a long time, and finally told the truth under Queenie's suspicious gaze, "Uncle Queenie, he...he gave birth very well, I want to keep him and not kill him, is that okay?"

Queenie looked at Sadiq amusedly. She didn't expect that Sadiq would ask herself about such a trivial matter, so she had no choice but to say, "Sadiq, you turned seventeen last month. Decide, don’t tell me everything.”

Sadiq answered yes, his eyes full of obedience, and after a while, he timidly asked if he could keep the Central Plains man by his side.

Queenie seemed annoyed by his question, and seemed annoyed by her nephew's cowardly behavior, and waved her hands without answering.Sadiq waited for a long time, and saw that his uncle didn't respond to him, so he retreated obediently.

Since Uncle Queenie didn't refuse, then he can stay, right?Sadiq thought, I have to go back and ask Mr. Nakahara, who seems to know everything.

Queenie Harik saw his nephew hunched over and resented iron and steel, and sighed lightly, "Sadiq is not born as Harik's son. My poor brother Raheman Harik has a lot of bad luck. When he was young, he was punished by the prairie wolf god for betrayal, and the only admirable bravery and fighting skill was not inherited by his only son."

"Master Sadiq was spoiled by you, the general. It is such a blessing that many people can't appreciate it. If it weren't for your kindness and kindness, the general, the young master would have been exiled as the son of a traitor." The guard near Queenie complimented , "The general tried his best to prevent Master Sadiq from being involved in the political infighting, and he can always be pure and innocent. There is a saying in the Han people, that is to repay grievances with virtue..."

"Enough." Queenie interrupted the guard, beckoned, and two people appeared behind him, quickly covered the mouth and nose of the talkative guard, dragged him down, the guard struggled twice, his pupils were full of panic , completely disappeared in the county mansion before shouting out.

Queenie didn't seem to notice what happened behind her at all, her eyes were still fixed on the way Sadiq exited just now, and a smug gleam flashed in her eyes.

"Yeah, it would be great if Sadik would always be a simple young master."

Sadiq pushed open the door of his room. He was used to living in the spacious and bright northern Xinjiang house since he was a child. Even though he has been in the Central Plains for a year, he is still not used to the winding buildings here. He accidentally bumped his knee on the door. After a while, he stumbled into the door.

However, Sadiq didn't care about the pain, and a pair of blue eyes eagerly looked around the room, but unfortunately, he saw nothing but complicated and strange carved furniture.

"First..." Sadik was a little flustered, but suddenly stopped talking, looked back, closed the door after confirming that there was no one there, and then quietly said in broken Chinese, "Sir, are you still there?"

At this time, a man came out from behind a screen with splashes of landscapes. He was well-proportioned, tall, and beautiful in appearance. He was more beautiful than any man... or woman Sadiq had ever seen. The gentleman was holding a charcoal stove in his hand, and on his shoulder Wearing a black beaded wool cloak—

Seeing this, Sadiq suddenly felt a little ashamed. It was obviously similar clothes, which looked so good-looking on his husband, but it was like a hanging shroud on his body...

No matter how good-looking the gentleman is, his complexion is a bit stinky at this moment. He just received a system message, and his favorability, which had risen to a positive number, has dropped back to -5. The previous effort of pretending to be an innocent prostitute was wasted.

Didn't he leave a letter before he acted?Why is Dou Yibin so small-minded? All he did was not to recover the three counties of Qilian as soon as possible, so as to help General Dou achieve his ambition as soon as possible. Why did he keep adding points and subtracting points for himself.

001 wanted to remind Colonel Feng Ye that the favorability value is not changed as the simulated object wants, but detected Feng Ye’s mood swings, so he chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb. It is just a medical assistance system. When patients need it Just show up.

"Sir?" Sadiq wondered.

"What's the matter?" Facing his future partner, Feng Ye corrected his attitude and immediately withdrew his personal emotions.

When he saw this thin boy from northern Xinjiang shrunk his head and looked cautious, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Could this limp-looking lamb really be someone who would make such a request?If he hadn't asked the system and had the blessing of the overall world view, Feng Ye really couldn't believe that this person would have the guts to do such a thing.

The partner Sadiq said, "Sir, I have already told Uncle Queenie, and he allows me to dispose of you as I like."

This sentence sounded a bit awkward, Feng Ye had a subtle premonition in his heart, "How...how did you convince your uncle to keep a Han man by your side?"

"I said you are good-looking, and I like it very much." Sadiq said shyly, "Uncle has always doted on me, and he will definitely agree to such things."

really.Feng Ye couldn't help thinking, why are the characters in this world line so convoluted? Could it be that the system is simulating the world according to the patient's own preferences?

He thought so, and asked the same question.

001 denied, "Our world line is randomly sampled and simulated from hundreds of millions of script nodes, and strives to let you, Colonel, experience a different life, absorb different emotional and spiritual powers, and adapt to the host's own specialties, preferences, family background, Social experience and so on have nothing to do."

Fine.

Feng Ye said bluntly to Sadiq, "I help you achieve your goal, and in return, you must cooperate with me when I need it, but don't worry, I won't put you in danger, you just need to help me well , it’s good for both of you and me.”

Sadiq was very obedient and obediently agreed, and by the way asked Feng Ye if he needed any extra remuneration.

Feng Ye shook his head, seeing the seemingly cowardly but black-hearted boy from Beijiang in front of him, feeling tired. In this way, although Dou Yibin is unpredictable and often loses his temper, at least he looks the same on the outside and won't stab people in the back.

Feng Ye said, "Just do what I told you to do."

Sadik smiled broadly and whispered, "Lucky to meet Mr."