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

"The high-ranking officials in northern Xinjiang are in conflict. Zhongjun is held hostage by Shangxiajun. The commander is weak and can attack hard. As for Shangjun, most of the elite soldiers are in the southeast gate, and the north and west of the city are surrounded by natural dangers. The troops are relatively weak. With archers and catapults, they can steal homes— —”

Bai Ankang read the note from Feng Ye and asked, "What do you mean by stealing a house?"

"Hmm... probably means sneak attack." Dou Yibin wiped his sword, raised his chin, "Continue."

Bai Ankang glanced at his friend hesitantly, but the other party didn't even look at him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue reading, "The barbarians are discussing how to get the dog's head on General Dou's neck, and they summoned three hundred archers and said It is to insert the general into a sewing kit, please be careful..."

"Want to kill me?"

Dou Yibin raised his eyelids, the sword blade in his hand had been polished to a brilliance, and he was decisive. He raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "I have been suppressed and beaten by Lao Tzu for so long, I have learned nothing else, but I have learned to be whimsical."

Bo Ankang read again, "I heard that Lieutenant Dou sent back a black-haired boy the day before yesterday. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked like a person from northern Xinjiang and a person from the Central Plains. Please don't use torture. It will be of great use."

Brunette boy?

"Who?" Dou Yibin asked.

"From the people who came back, it seems that a person from northern Xinjiang has been captured, but he seems to be scared and stupid, and he can't speak." Bai Ankang recalled, "Yanran, are you going to interrogate?"

"No interrogation." Dou Yibin directly refused, "Take it away, let people watch, don't lose it."

With the sword in its sheath, General Dou stood up.

At three o'clock in the morning, the march was ready to go, Bai Ankang was sitting in the main camp, and Dou Yibin was in command. He led [-] troops and went straight into Qilian with great momentum.

At this time, Shangjun Prefecture.

Queenie was cursing in the hall, angrily scolding why the lack of water in the city hadn't been resolved. In the past two days, countless non-commissioned officers had reported that there was not enough water.

Sadiq stepped forward and said, "Uncle Queenie, I sent someone to look at it a few days ago, and I guess they are already on the way back with ice cubes. The distance is not far, and we will arrive in the next day at most."

"Where's the food and grass?" Queenie panted heavily, her brows were furrowed, and she looked down at the person below.

The civil official trembled, wondering why, "Report to the general, our army's food and grass should have arrived the day before yesterday, but it took two days to go to the county, and when I asked, he said that it had been delivered, but now I can't even see the shadows." Not one of them. Our people could quarrel with them, and were detained by Shangjun, saying...that we were bloody, and you should go to ask for it yourself, General, before releasing them..."

"Bastard!" Queenie was furious, "Those wolves in the lower county are heartless! If I hadn't waited to guard the fortress here, and he would have pocketed his own life! If you don't send food and grass, then no one will have a good fruit eat!"

"Sadiq, take my token and send troops to ask!" Queenie turned to look at her nephew, but saw a Central Plains man standing behind Sadiq. Forget it, to be so obsessed with beauty, to bring people to this kind of occasion.

Feng Ye stood behind Sadiq, covering his mouth and smiling, but suddenly felt that Queenie Haric's eyes were shining brightly, he paused, covered his mouth and pretended to cough, fortunately, this body was weak, and his whole face showed a sickly paleness , When coughing, it becomes even thinner, and looks weak.

waste.

Queenie cursed in his heart, he calmed down, and glanced darkly at the officials in the hall.

"Those Central Plains dogs don't know what they are planning, and they haven't moved for a long time. In the past few months, they have been scheming and occupied ten counties in a row, and now they haven't moved for a long time." Khan has a serious problem in his heart, and he is ordering his dog's life every month, but all of you are safe and secure in the city. If the surnamed Dou suddenly attacks when our army's supplies are scarce, I don't see how you will worry about it. This responsibility."

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads, being sprayed bloody by Queenie Harrick, they couldn't help thinking, you said it lightly, if Dougou's life was so easy to take, why didn't you take any action for a long time, now you are in a hurry Yes, take it out on us.

Everyone seemed to be a little angry, and for a while, the hall was terribly quiet, only the sound of breathing one after another remained.

And, Feng Ye coughed from time to time.

"Sadiq." Queenie frowned, "Take your pet out!"

"Yes..." Sadiq timidly replied, raising his head slightly, "Uncle Queenie..."

Facing this nephew, Queenie forcibly suppressed the irritability in her heart, "What else is there?"

Sadiq asked cautiously, "Tomorrow is the Moon Festival. There should be a Moon Festival in the army. Uncle, will you go too? I have prepared a gift for you..."

Queenie looked helpless holding her breath, and the scar on her eyelid seemed to soften a bit, and she said slowly, "I will preside over the ceremony, Sadiq, you go back first, we will discuss this matter later."

After hearing the affirmative answer, Sadiq's eyes suddenly lit up, and his azure blue eyes were full of innocence and ignorance of the world.

"Okay, Uncle Queenie."

After Sadiq led the Central Plains man away, Queenie instantly withdrew her expression and gave an ultimatum to the crowd, "I don't care what method you use, after the Moon Festival, I want to see enough food, grass and water. Otherwise, kill yourself to feed the soldiers!"

He slapped the sand table hard, and the Qilian Mountains collapsed and fell under his palm, and several chess pieces were shaken to the ground, making a piercing trembling sound as they spun in circles.

A gloomy look flashed across Queenie's eyes, and she cursed in a low voice: "Dou Yibin, one day, I will cut off your head with my own hands."

Sadik did not return to his room after leaving the meeting hall, but took Feng Ye out of the county mansion.

Even though Feng Ye has studied the map by heart in the past two days, it is the first time to go out to see it in person today. It may be because the Moon Festival is approaching. People in northern Xinjiang have relaxed the restrictions on the people of the Central Plains. Many people set up stalls on the street. Selling things, mostly freshly baked pastries, sugar paintings and some rouge jewelry.

It is mostly something that women and children like.The street is very lively.

Feng Ye noticed that there were many yellow lanterns hung on the four corners of the building. They were made of straw, and the grass blades of alternating shades were woven into some strange symbols, which didn't look like something from the Central Plains.

"That's the northern Xinjiang language." Seeing Feng Ye staring at the lantern, Sadiq explained, "It's Ayi, which means the moon, and the yellow lantern also represents the moon. My favorite thing every year is the Moon Festival , Looking at these yellow lanterns, I think of my mother, and my mother is called Ayi."

Feng Ye nodded, thoughtful, and it happened that he was worried about how to send a signal to the army in full view, and this bright yellow lantern gave him some ideas.

"Don't you want to give your uncle a gift?" Feng Ye smiled with his lips hooked, "I have a way to make sure that your Uncle Queenie will never forget this gift."

"What is it?" Sadik leaned closer and listened curiously.

Feng Ye said, "Have you ever seen fireworks? In the Central Plains, whenever there are festivals and ceremonies, there will be fireworks in the city. They are colorful flames blooming in the night sky. They are very beautiful."

Sadiq shook his head. He had lived in northern Xinjiang since he was a child, let alone met him, and had never heard of such a scene.

"When the fireworks rise into the sky, they will form a perfect circle, just like the moon, very bright and bright." Feng Ye stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, making a blooming movement.

Sadiq imagined that scene, and asked in surprise, "Is there really such a thing?"

Feng Ye nodded.

Sadik was about to continue asking, when the sugar cake in the distance seemed to be out of the oven, the steamer was opened, and a thick white mist rushed up to the sky, filled with a misty sweet smell, Feng Ye sniffed, suddenly Somewhat hungry, he turned his head to look at Sadik who was full of expectations.

"You invite me to eat sugar cakes, and I will show you what fireworks are."

"Okay, sir, just wait!" Sadiq happily took out his silver and trotted to the place selling cakes.

Feng Ye looked at his back, frowned, and thought, this guy looks harmless to humans and animals, but if he goes crazy, he will die.

The sharp blade picked apart a piece of long grass, and a boot with the totem of northern Xinjiang stepped on it, making a dent in the grass.

"Why don't you go?"

The soldier behind him was puzzled by his companion's pause, and asked dissatisfiedly. He turned his head to look, his expression suddenly changed, and his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

The woods are in a mess. It used to be a temporary resting place for the guards outside the city, but now it has become a burial ground. The military uniforms with the northern border pattern were trampled into the soil in pieces, leaching an ominous dark red color. , The strong stench in the air also seems to imply that something has happened here.

"There is a sneak attack! Go back and report to the general!" The leader of the northern Xinjiang people suddenly woke up, shouting the northern Xinjiang dialect, and hurriedly retreated, "An accident happened to the patrol team! Go back to the city! Go back to the city!"

Several Beijiang people saw the scene in the woods, and a strong sense of crisis came to their hearts, and they were about to return to the city immediately.

At this moment, a long whistle was heard suddenly, the surrounding vegetation surged like waves, and soldiers wearing strange armor appeared beside them like ghosts. Before they knew it, this Northern Xinjiang team had entered the Central Plains Surrounded by soldiers, the sheep entered the tiger's mouth, unable to fly without wings.

"Catch those who can be captured alive, those who cannot be killed!" Dou Wei's strong voice resounded from the wild grass, and everyone responded instantly.

The Northern Xinjiang soldiers who originally wanted to fight to the death lost all their fighting spirit when they heard the voice.

Too many people.

There must be at least 500 people, how can their team of 60 people fight hard!

The leading Beijiang soldier's legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground. Death seemed to have become his destiny. He closed his eyes, and together with many companions behind him, his arms were clasped behind him, and he was shackled and staggered by someone. Driven into the woods with a sword.

Just like the people in the Central Plains who were chained by them before.