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

"Sir, you will stay in my house from now on. It is very safe here, and no one else dares to come in casually."

Sadiq poured Feng Ye a cup of tea respectfully, "This is a good tea from the Central Plains, it's probably very good, but I can't drink it, so give it to your husband."

Feng Ye never told him his name, and Sadiq never asked, just using the Han Chinese "Mr."

Feng Ye took the tea and nodded, expecting that this brat would not dare to do anything outrageous to him.

Sadiq took out a roll of sheepskin map from his arms and handed it to Feng Ye with both hands.

Feng Ye took it over and glanced at it. There were only simple defense and building instructions on the map, and the rest was blank.

He glanced at Sadik, "Are you kidding me?"

Sadiq hurriedly said, "Don't dare, I only have this kind of map in my hand, and it is issued by every inspector. If I go and steal the others, it will be very dangerous for Uncle Queenie to find out."

"If you can help me, sir, I will tell you all the information I know." Sadiq said sincerely, "I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything I know."

Feng Ye: "Tell me, what request do you have?"

"Five days later will be the Moon Festival in northern Xinjiang. According to tradition, all the people of Khan will sacrifice their most precious things when the moon rises." Sadiq said with a smile, "I was also born on the Moon Festival. Yes, Ayi said that my birth was the best gift to the gods, but I could never become a brave fighter like my father, everyone looked down on me...Only Uncle Queenie would praise me, he said I was endowed With a moonlight-like innocence, he is the purest young man in northern Xinjiang."

Sadik's face flushed when he said this, and his back was bent, as if it was really embarrassing to praise himself in front of others.

"So..." Sadik bent his blue eyes and said shyly, "I want to dedicate my most precious thing to Uncle Queenie on the day of the Moon Festival."

Feng Ye looked up at the young man, "As you wish."

Tens of miles away from Qilian Shang County, there is a wide saddle-shaped slope, which is the only way to the upper reaches of the Outer River. Here, thorny shrubs grow wantonly, and a layer of dead grass as high as a person is hung. The snow-white frost swayed and swayed in the sharp night wind, rubbing against each other and making terrible noises.

This noise just provided a natural barrier for the sneaking army from the Central Plains. Lieutenant Dou clenched the weapon in his hand and fixed his eyes on the outsiders who were resting not far away.

There were not only outsiders, but dozens of civilians were also escorted. Everyone's feet were chained with iron bars, and they were strung together in a row. They squatted on the ground with bare feet. They seemed to have been tortured, and their faces and hands were covered with mud. and scars.

Dou Wei didn't dare to act rashly. As a Central Plains soldier, he had to guarantee the safety of every Central Plains citizen. If those barbarians noticed something was wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

Just wait a little longer, until those people fall asleep—

When the moon was westward, all the outsiders had fallen asleep, except for a few night watchmen who were still around the bonfire.

"Hey, little bastard, go over there." Kinar kicked a black-haired boy beside him, and said unceremoniously, "Stay away from me."

Qinar is a low-level soldier who is always bullied and asked him to do chores such as night watch. The black-haired boy who is with him is a member of another team, and he is also assigned to patrol outside the city after being excluded Hard and tiring work.

However, Chinar has a natural advantage when facing this soldier - because he is a pure-bred Northern Xinjiang man, while the man who guards the night with him is a lowly mixed blood, a cross between Northern Xinjiang and Central Plains people dirty things.

Even if he was stuffed in by the young master of the Harrick family, he could only be looked down upon in the army. Who made him a bastard?

Qinar rolled his brown eyes like a mouse, and suddenly thought of an idea, this boring late night naturally needs interesting things to pass.

"You little bastard, look." Kinar called out, pointing at the group of Central Plains people who were squatting on the ground and sleeping, his fingers stopped on a woman's face.

The black-haired mixed-race looked at his fingers, not knowing why, and looked back at Qinar quietly.

"Go, go and unchain her, and don't let her make a sound."

Qinar threw him a dirty rag and made a gag motion, with a treacherous smile on his face.

The black-haired boy picked up the rag, took the key, and approached the woman. The Central Plains woman was asleep and did not notice any abnormalities around her.The black-haired boy turned his head, and Qinar raised two fingers at him, making an obscene gesture.

He turned his head and gently opened the lock cylinder with the key. The vibration of the chain seemed to have awakened the woman. When she saw the boy in the northern Xinjiang military uniform, her eyes widened and her whole body trembled violently. Zhang rag, hesitated for a moment, raised his finger and gave a "shh".

The woman shut her mouth tightly without blocking it, and dared not make a sound at all.The dark-haired boy pulled the woman up.

He turned his head again, waiting for this lowly soldier's malicious order. He seemed to understand something, and quietly put his hand on the knife at his waist. At this time, Master Sadiq gave it to him, so that he must protect himself, But he didn't do it.

"Hey, little bastard, take her clothes off."

The black-haired boy pursed his lips without moving, just looked at Qinar so calmly.The woman shrank back in fear. She couldn't understand the words of the northern Xinjiang man, but she was obviously scared. It would definitely not be a good thing to meet her.

Qinar snorted and cursed: "You trash, you don't dare!" Then he got up and walked forward to grab the woman's blouse.

The boy blocked it with his hands, and stood in front of the woman to protect her, and said in a strangely pronounced northern Xinjiang dialect: "Don't do this."

"Oh, you fucking——" Qinar suddenly smiled sinisterly, as if offended, "Does this bitch remind you of your bitch? Go away! Let you see how I am Damn you!" After saying that, he violently pushed the boy to the ground, spat on "You little bastard", and stretched out his hand to tear the woman's clothes.

"The girl's face looks good!" His dirty hands squeezed the face of the Central Plains woman.

The woman was so frightened that she lost her voice. She shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, "No, please."

Qinar, who was laughing, suddenly felt a chill down his back. He lowered his head to look at the boy, and saw a pair of dark eyes, soaked in a cold light, staring at him calmly. When something happened, the little bastard was still sitting on the ground like a fool, and Qinar instantly became angry, raised his toes and kicked the boy.

bass--

The black-haired boy's eyes widened instantly, and a few drops of warm touch splashed on his cheeks.

As if Qinar hadn't reacted yet, an arrow point full of blood had penetrated his chest, and then heart-piercing pain swept his whole body. He clutched his chest, but the blood flowed from his fingers. A spring gushed out from the crevice, and Qinar unwillingly opened his mouth to shout, but saw the boy suddenly jump up, and tightly blocked his mouth with the dirty rag in his hand.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Qinar fell to the ground, his eyes full of fear.

At this time, a loud whistle suddenly came from the sky, breaking the silence of the night. Dozens of long arrows were fired at the northern Xinjiang soldiers who were sleeping peacefully in their dreams. The sound of well-trained footsteps and the sound of fighting There was a sudden sound, and the whole resting place became noisy in an instant, filled with desperate calls for help and cries.

However, the noise didn't last long, the overwhelming advantage of numbers and strategy, within a quarter of an hour, the camp became quiet again.

Dou Wei wiped off the blood on his face, looked at the group of imprisoned people, and raised his long sword to cut off the chains on their feet one by one. He turned around and saw a black-haired boy in Beijiang clothes Standing in place, blocking a shivering woman.

He went straight over and grabbed the black-haired boy. The boy didn't resist, but stared at him blankly, as if he was frightened.

At this time, Dou Wei saw the boy's face clearly through the moonlight, and hesitantly asked, "Are you from the Central Plains?"

The young man looked at Lieutenant Dou, who looked like a ghost with a long beard and black face, shook his head, and replied calmly, "I'm from Beijiang."

Dou Wei frowned, suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings in the distance, and a carrier pigeon landed on his shoulder, he had no time to care about this strange boy, and threw it to his soldiers.

"Take it back for trial."

After he finished speaking, he unfolded the note in his hand to the light——

"Three days later, food and grass will enter the city, and five hundred elite soldiers will be defeated."

News from Feng Xie Ling came.