binnovel Chapter 272 The team was captured
Chapter 272 The team was captured
The Qinglu horse ran very fast, and the grassland was flat, so they covered the 40-li distance in less than half an hour. However, there was no trace of people or horses except for a piece of tender green weeds on the grassland. "Could it be that the distance they walked was not enough?" Chu Xiaomu thought.
After running eastward for more than 20 miles, there was still no sign of Zhang Hou and his men or the horses. Chu Xiaomu was really worried and anxious at this time. He turned his horse and headed north again. After running more than 20 miles, he still didn't see a single living thing, and the sky was gradually getting darker.
Although the Qinglu horse was majestic, it began to show signs of exhaustion after running continuously for most of the day. It began to spit out a lot of white foam from its mouth and its breath became more and more turbid. Chu Xiaomu knew that if he didn't rest the horse, Zhou Zhongjun's Qinglu would be exhausted to death, so he had to stop the horse and let it eat breakfast and rest. The strength he had been holding back in his body relaxed, and he immediately collapsed and lay on the ground crying.
He has only lived for nearly twenty years, and can be said to be still young and naive, but he has already experienced several painful experiences. When he was thirteen, his parents disappeared after going out to sea to fish. He was still young at that time. Although he was sad and painful, he was ignorant and did not remember it deeply. More than a year ago, his grandfather was killed by Bai Yixing, a Snow Countryman. He was not present at the time. Afterwards, when he saw his grandfather's body, he was so sad and angry that he could not suppress his anger. He only wanted to find Bai Yixing for revenge. On the way to Bicheng, Huai Xiaomeng, who grew up with him, was beaten to death by Chang Lun with a heavy punch of the Force. At that time, his mind was blank, and he only wanted to find Chang Lun and fight him to the death, without any other thoughts. All kinds of major and tragic events have not made him feel as helpless as this time.
When Xiao Qishen saw that his master was sad, he seemed to understand his feelings. He half-lying down and snuggling beside Chu Xiaomu, gently nudging him with his head and making whimpering sounds.
Chu Xiaomu cried for a while, stroked Qisheng's little head with his hand, and said, "Qisheng, Qisheng, what should I do? Teach me..." Thinking of abandoning Yingdan in the ruined Nanding camp, he couldn't help but shed tears again.
Although Qisheng is the reincarnation of the divine horse Chenghuang, he is too young after all. How can he understand what Chu Xiaomu said?
Chu Xiaomu waited for Qinglu to rest for more than half an hour, and it was already completely dark. There was only a dark spot on the horizon, and he could barely identify the direction. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he cried out, thinking that people and horses are living creatures, how could they be easily found if they were walking around? But nearly two thousand horses must have left footprints or traces of eating grass. In his anxiety, he only cared about looking for the figures of people and horses, and forgot to pay attention to the traces left by people and horses. It was really stupid.
Thinking of this, he became energetic again, ate half a piece of dried meat, got on his horse again, and galloped back south.
Chu Xiaomu ran back to the location he had agreed with everyone, dug out a piece of oilroot grass to make a torch, and started searching in a big circle. This time he no longer just looked for the figures of people and horses, but paid special attention to the traces on the grass. After circling for more than an hour, he finally found a large area of grass-eating and trampling traces of horses in the northeast of the agreed location, which seemed to be heading towards Lange Mountain.
Chu Xiaomu was overjoyed at first, then secretly cried out that it was not good, and quickly chased after the trace. It turned out that Lange Mountain was located in the southeast of Huadu Hill. There was a Shishui River at the foot of the mountain. If the Claw Clan assassins went east, they would most likely march along the river. Although there were only eight people on his side, there were more than 1,700 horses. The target was too big and it was difficult not to be discovered by the Claw Clan.
After running for about 70 to 80 miles, they were close to the foot of Lange Mountain. As expected, they saw a small fire a few miles ahead. Chu Xiaomu was delighted and ran towards the fire. When he ran closer, he found that the fire was divided into two or three points, and it seemed that there was more than one fire. Chu Xiaomu was puzzled. When he and the members of the herdsman team spent the night in the wild, they never made two or three fires. Could it be... An ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
Chu Xiaomu's heart was pounding. He reined in Qinglu's horse and slowed down his pace, slowly walking towards the fire. When he got closer, he saw that there were indeed two bonfires, a tent set up next to them, and there seemed to be more than a dozen people lying next to the fire, obviously not Zhang Hou, Lin Zhen and others. He jumped off Qinglu's horse carefully, tied it to the grass, extinguished the torch in his hand, and quietly approached the fire with only Qisheng.
As he got closer, he saw that these people had narrow shoulders and thick backs, and they looked very much like the Claw Tribe of the Chisha Nation. When he saw their long, pointed fingers like dead branches, he had no doubts. Zhang Hou, Lin Zhen and his group were tied up and thrown into a pile, each of them looking dejected and bloodstained, and only Zhang Hou was sleeping soundly.
Lin Zhen and his group of eight were indeed captured by the Claw Tribe. Fortunately, no one was killed, which made Chu Xiaomu feel relieved. After counting again, there were seven people lying around the fire in this group of Claw Tribe assassins. It was unknown how many people were in the tent, maybe one, or two or three. There were also a few strange birds squatting nearby for riding. It was impossible to count how many there were in the dark, but it was certain that these were indeed the spies of the Claw Tribe assassins.
Chu Xiaomu finally saw his fellow horse herders. Although they were all captured by the Claw Tribe, he felt relieved. He quietly retreated and began to think of a strategy to save them.
Having made up his mind, he returned to the place where Qing Luma was tied, dug out some oil-root grass, and made some grass root balls... He was not sure whether the countermeasure he had thought of would work, but in the current situation he could only give it a try.
Everything was ready. Chu Xiaomu took Qinglu over, jumped on the horse, and galloped towards several Claw Clan assassins.
Several Claw tribe members were sleeping soundly when they suddenly heard the sound of hurried horse hooves approaching from a distance. The two more alert ones were awakened instantly. They counted the captured Green City soldiers and found that no one was missing. They relaxed a little. The two of them looked at each other and one of them said, "Nekeba (How strange), did a horse run away?"
Another person said, "How could that be? Judging from the sound, he is running over here, not running away."
The first person said, "Hurry up and wake up the assassins. The enemy is coming."
"If I ask you to do it, I don't dare to bother him when he is asleep."
"Forget it, from the sound of it, there are only one or two horses. King Ling said that the soldiers of Bicheng are powerful, but I don't think they are that good."
"Hehe, you're right. Look at these guys, they were all scared and crying when they saw us. One of them even wet his pants. What a Bicheng Army, what a bunch of garbage!" He said while pointing to the eight members of the Horse Herders who were tied up on the side.
As they were talking, two horses, one big and one small, came running towards the fire.