Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 204 Iron Plate

Song Chunlin excitedly took out a box of duck necks and a can of ice cola from the space. The mutant plants surrounded him. He held the duck neck in his left hand and the cola in his right hand, and watched the "live broadcast" in his mind with his eyes wide open.

The prince was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a dagger inlaid with gems on his waist. He was much younger than the queen, but he had a strange braid, which was very funny. Song Chunlin looked up information and it seemed that these nomadic peoples liked this kind of strange hairstyle, which was ugly, especially ugly, in the eyes of the Han people.

No wonder the queen didn't even look at him. It turned out she thought he was ugly.

The prince walked to the queen's bed, took the queen's comb and combed his long hair. They were so familiar and intimate that they didn't look like a mother and son, or even subjects, but more like lovers.

Song Chunlin made a prompt decision and decided that these two people must be having an affair.

Sure enough, after the prince finished combing the queen's hair, he bent down and kissed the top of her head, looking as pious as a believer.

Song Chunlin was frantically scrolling through the comments in his mind: These two are playing so wildly, it’s fun, he wants to watch more.

The queen seemed very satisfied with the other party's loyal behavior. She raised her chin proudly. The prince immediately understood and clapped twice. The palace servants waiting outside came in one after another and placed dish after dish of exquisite delicacies on the table.

The prince said something, but Song Chunlin didn't understand. He could only guess that he wanted the queen to sit down and have breakfast.

However, Song Chunlin still underestimated the thickness of the two men's faces. The palace servants were still there, so the prince picked up the queen by the waist and gently placed her on the seat. The palace servants watched them intently and concentrated on serving the two masters for dinner.

Song Chunlin peeped with gusto and finished a whole box of duck necks. It was so spicy that he gulped down a can of Coke.

The prince was picking up food for the queen while talking to her. The queen would occasionally answer him. Song Chunlin was scratching his ears and cheeks, feeling anxious and anxious. He wanted to rush over and use the foreign language translator on the two of them.

"Tsk, I heard it but I didn't understand it." Song Chunlin thought sadly, if he were thrown into the enemy country, he would probably not even be able to be a spy, right?

After finishing a whole box of duck necks, the two masters also finished their breakfast. Song Chunlin watched the prince leave the queen's palace and thought, is this the end?

Such a great time for this young man ended just like this?

Look at his father next door, he is still fighting on the bed, why did he just leave?

Song Chunlin felt quite regretful. He wanted to continue observing, but it was gone. He could only withdraw his mental power and continue searching for other palaces.

It took Song Chunlin a whole day to figure out the distribution of the palaces and calculate the number of patrols and the intervals between them. Now all he needed was timing.

Time soon came to late at night. Song Chunlin took out his watch and it was already ten o'clock in the evening. There must be a time difference here. Song Chunlin found that most people in the city were already asleep. Only a few places had people who were still awake. Those were the homes of some dignitaries. Although Song Chunlin couldn't understand what they were discussing without sleeping, he knew it wouldn't be a good thing even if he used his toes to guess. He thought about whether he could kill these people as well?

After calculating the time, Song Chunlin wasn't sure if he could escape before being discovered by these people, so he wrote and drew on a simple map and planned a route. As long as he followed the route, he should be able to escape before being discovered... right?

After saying this, Song Chunlin himself was not very confident. Seeing that time was running out, Song Chunlin quickly changed into a camouflage uniform and rushed to the city.

The moon was not very bright tonight. Song Chunlin took advantage of the cover of night and mutated plants and quickly arrived at the foot of the city. Looking at the towering city walls, Song Chunlin did not choose to climb the wall. Instead, he summoned mutated plants to an inconspicuous corner and began to dig a hole.

Yes, Song Chunlin planned to dig a hole to enter their capital. This was the fastest and most covert method he could think of. As long as the operation was done properly, no one would think that he came here by digging a hole.

The mutant plants dug the hole very quickly, and soon they dug out a tunnel that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. Song Chunlin, wearing a mask and goggles on his face, crawled into the hole, and the mutant plants behind him simply covered the entrance for him.

The exit of the cave was also a remote dead end. Song Chunlin shook off the dust on his body, and after figuring out the direction, he dodged the patrolling soldiers and started walking towards his first target.

Before coming, Gu Fengyue had given him a brief introduction to the structure of the Tatar royal family. He did understand it at the time, but he never expected that there was a language barrier between the two ethnic groups. Now it was extremely difficult for Song Chunlin to find those royal members, because he couldn't understand. He couldn't hear from the common people where the royal family lived. He could only pick the mansions that looked magnificent or grand, with guards patrolling the mansion.

Fortunately, the Tatars were quite rough in this respect, and the structure of their houses was not as complicated as that of the Han people. Song Chunlin quickly found the home of the first target.

This place is closest to the city gate and has the most weapons in the house. Song Chunlin guessed that he might be a military general. Moreover, there are no beautiful women in his backyard, but only soldiers living there. This further confirms Song Chunlin's guess.

Song Chunlin crouched down and came to the man's bedroom window. This man had no study, and he ate and slept in the same room. He was also very alert. Almost the moment Song Chunlin approached, he discovered someone. Song Chunlin's hair stood on end when he saw the man's glance.

This man's alertness and insight are too strong. You know, he was camouflaged with mutant plants. It is impossible for ordinary people to spot him at a glance in such a dark environment, but the man in front of him accurately captured his position. With such observation skills, he must be a killing god on the battlefield!

Song Chunlin felt that he seemed to have underestimated the enemy, so when he walked over here, Song Chunlin's mind went blank for a moment. Fortunately, his superpowers were still there, and his body instinctively activated the superpowers at the first moment, and the mutated vines directly tied up the man's legs.

The man seemed very surprised, but he did not struggle. Instead, he immediately cut the vines with his sword.

Song Chunlin immediately remembered the wailing of the vines. The sound was so irritating that his face turned pale. He hurriedly took a few steps back, took the nail gun in his hand, and shot directly at the man.

The man didn't seem to expect that the weapon in Song Chunlin's hand was so powerful. The sword only blocked half of it, and the rest penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood, without hitting any vital parts.

Knowing that Song Chunlin had a deadly weapon in his hand, the man did not want to fight anymore and quickly retreated a few steps and shouted a few words. Song Chunlin saw that he was going to call for reinforcements. His mental power had already seen that the barbarian soldiers were approaching here quickly, and there were quite a few of them. Seeing that he could not take the other party's life, Song Chunlin decided to flee as the best strategy. While the soldiers had not arrived yet, Song Chunlin commanded the mutant plants to send himself out of the man's mansion.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he began to run wildly on the street at a faster speed, using various blind spots to avoid the pursuers. Then, at another turn, he crawled into the hole that the mutant plants had dug in advance. When he crawled out again, the entrance of the hole was obviously the backyard of someone's mansion. It was quiet. Song Chunlin checked it with his mental power and found nothing unusual. Then he crawled out of the hole and let the mutant plants bury the hole completely.

After such a commotion late at night, it seems that I have to go to the palace as soon as possible. It is said that the most dangerous place is the safest place. The other party probably would not have thought that I could hide in the palace.

Song Chunlin used his mental power to scan the area and found that the mansion he was in was quite close to the imperial palace. As long as he went out from the back door and turned a street, he would be at the wall of the imperial palace.

Song Chunlin left immediately while the outsiders had not searched this place, sneaked out from the back door, avoided the patrolling soldiers, and groped his way to the foot of the imperial city. Song Chunlin looked around, urged the mutant plants to dig a hole, and quickly drilled into the hole, just avoiding a team of patrolling soldiers.

The palace of the barbarians is larger and more spacious than that of the Dajing Dynasty. Song Chunlin did not dare to walk around in the palace openly. He hid here and there until he came to a remote palace. Naturally, there were people living in the palace. Song Chunlin checked and found that they were two very old women. He didn't know if they were unfavored concubines. Anyway, the residence looked more like a place for servants to live, but it was much more spacious than a servant's residence.

There were several empty rooms in the palace, and Song Chunlin hid in one of them. After running all night, he was a little tired. As soon as he sat down, he took out the spiritual spring water and took a big sip.

After drinking the cool spiritual spring water, my mind became clearer.

On the street, the soldiers who had searched in vain went back to report to the man. Song Chunlin's guess was correct. That was indeed the Tatar general, and a mighty general at that, with great military exploits and superb martial arts. Song Chunlin never thought that he had picked such an iron plate to assassinate. If it was just a stupid prince, he would not have been hunted down so miserably.

When the barbarian general heard that his subordinates had not caught anyone, he was not surprised at all.

Song Chunlin shot more than a dozen holes in his body with a nail gun. Each nail was deeply embedded in his flesh. Although there were no injuries to his vital parts, it would be quite painful to pull out so many nails.

The doctor's hands were steady. He used a small knife to cut open the holes, and then used a pair of tweezers to pick out the nails one by one.

There were already seven or eight nails in the wooden pallet. A man next to him picked up a nail, wiped the blood off it, and then found that it seemed to be an iron nail.

"That man actually used nails as weapons?"

Seeing clearly that the things nailed to his body were actually iron nails, the general became a little uneasy. He reached out and picked up one, enduring the pain in his body and rubbing the nail.

"They are just iron nails. What's important is the weapon in that man's hand. I didn't even see how he used it, but the nails were shot towards me. If this man was a Han Chinese, and Han Chinese all have such weapons in their hands..." Everyone present understood what the general had not finished saying.

A man nearby scratched his head. He didn't understand: "Such a powerful weapon, surely not everyone can have one? Otherwise, how many nails would they have to make every day?"

This is the truth. If Song Chunlin was present at the scene, he would have to give him a thumbs up. Look at this guy, his way of thinking is simple and precise.

Of course, it is impossible for Song Chunlin to let every soldier of Dajing have a nail gun. That is unrealistic. Moreover, nail guns can only be used at a short distance. What can they do at a long distance?

If the distance is short, a sneak attack can achieve the effect of surprise, but it only lasts for a moment. If the opponent has a shield, then this nail gun is just a decoration, and the nails will be useless once the shield blocks them.

When the general heard this, he felt that he was worrying too much. He was caught off guard and was hit by the enemy. If this thing was used on the battlefield, the shields of their soldiers would be able to block these nails. Moreover, he guessed that the range of this thing must be not far. It could be used in fighting, but it would not be as good as a bow and arrow in war.

Song Chunlin didn't know that the other party was studying his nails. He had rested enough and was observing how to get rid of the Khan quietly.

In the end, he realized that it was impossible to do it quietly, because the Khan seemed to be particularly afraid of death. There were many people protecting him openly and secretly, and the security level was too high. It was impossible for Song Chunlin to complete the assassination alone.

Then he had to find another way. He had already alarmed a general tonight. After tonight, the whole city would know that a spy had sneaked in and tried to assassinate their general, although he failed.

"Failure is the mother of success. If the open approach doesn't work, can't I do it covertly?" Song Chunlin muttered to himself and began to tinker with the things in his space. There must be poison, but there seemed to be no colorless, odorless, and invisible poison that could kill people.

After looking through it several times, Song Chunlin found that pesticides were the ones that killed people the fastest. However, these things were extremely smelly, and there was no need for silver needles. Anyone who smelled them could tell that they were poisonous.

Since we can neither poison nor assassinate, what else can we do?

Song Chunlin sat in a remote, dusty palace, holding his chin and thinking, how could he make the Khan die naturally and without arousing suspicion?

Just when he was absorbed in his thoughts, there was suddenly a coughing sound coming from the next room. Song Chunlin was startled by the sound. He thought he had been discovered, but it turned out that the other person had just woken up from coughing in the middle of the night.

Song Chunlin put his ear close to them and heard the two people whispering. He couldn't tell what they were talking about, but they were probably discussing whether or not to call a doctor.

The two of them whispered for a long time, and finally Song Chunlin guessed a rough idea from their body language.

I guess the one who is not sick wants to see a doctor, but the one who is sick doesn't want to, probably because he has no money. Just looking at their residences, we can guess that they live in poverty and it is impossible for them to have extra money to hire a doctor.