To Rule in a Turbulent World

Chapter 119 Volume 3 Man Jianghong

"Ah!" The soldier screamed, and was pierced by the flying arrows. The fire in the city reflected the sky red, and You Miao was choked by the black smoke, and someone shouted and cursed loudly behind him. , The war horse rushed out of the alley behind the palace, running around without direction.There were people running wildly everywhere along the road. Tatars came out from the streets and alleys and shot wildly with bows and arrows. You Miao avoided the arrows, and several Tatar soldiers rushed towards him. He hurriedly galloped and found the In the direction of Suzaku Gate, rush to the palace.

The fire continued, starting from the inner city, covering most of the capital. Tianqi soldiers were fighting the Tatars. You Miao rushed all the way and shouted: "Where's Zhao Chao?!"

The soldiers had no time to answer, and the body lay on the ground under the impact of the Tatar iron cavalry, blood splashed all over You Miao, and You Miao finally woke up in an instant, realizing that the city was broken.

"Zhao Chao!" You Miao rushed into the palace, and there were corpses everywhere. He was stationed in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the imperial garden had been burned into a sea of ​​flames. Ping Xi led the guards and ran while fighting. : "Run away!"

You Miao was shocked, but there were more and more Tatars, Ping Xi shouted: "Don't stay here! Run to the back door!"

The capital was broken, and everyone was running for their lives. You Miao rode his horse and galloped through the Xuanwu Gate. Whenever there were pursuers rushing in, he would involuntarily rewind the bow and draw the arrow, which could not distinguish the target.He leaned on his horse and ran out of the outer city. Black smoke billowed, and the flames of the capital reflected hundreds of miles away. The Tatars were rushing into the city in an endless stream.

On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Nanzhao, the capital fell.

You Miao didn't know what happened in his sleep, so he rode his horse and galloped subconsciously. There was a heavy snowfall between the sky and the earth, and he rushed to the Jiangjun Ridge in the north of the capital. He saw a group of soldiers fighting with the Tatars, and hurriedly stopped shoot arrows.

"Run!" the leader of the Apocalypse Army shouted.

That group of soldiers was slaughtered by the Tatars, and the pursuers rushed over again. You Miao had to turn his horse's head and run westward.There were more and more pursuers from all directions. Gradually, a group of more than ten Tartar soldiers spread out in a fan shape on the snow field and surrounded them. You Miao rode his horse and charged into the woods, stirring up the flying snowflakes.

A person on the side rushed out, hugged You Miao and rolled on the ground, You Miao's head hit the ground, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

After a long time, another burst of shouting woke him up.You Miao was still in a dream, but heard a voice saying: "Ziqian, wake up!"

You Miao opened his eyes, his whole body trembling from the cold, the pale light of the sun made his eyes watery, and then a wooden stick came over and stabbed him right in the abdomen, so that his internal organs would vomit out.

"Ah!" You Miao's eyes were about to burst, and she grabbed the wooden stick, but was hit on the bridge of the nose again, and immediately nosebleed profusely, and she fell to the ground.

"Don't be impulsive!" Zhao Chao roared.

When You Miao heard the voice, she gradually became quieter. Holding her bleeding nose and looking out, she saw that she was in a cage surrounded by people, both men and women.

The Tatar soldiers around laughed wantonly, their figures blocked the sun, a few tall and thick Tatar soldiers untied their belts, and urinated into the cage. Outside the cage, he was doused in urine.

The wooden stick came in from the cage again, and beat him up firmly. You Miao had never been beaten so hard. He was beaten so hard that his eyes stared at him and he couldn't stop vomiting, but he always protected the boy in his arms .The young man was so frightened, he shouted: "Help—help—!"

"Don't talk..." You Miao said with difficulty.

"Tar dog! Come here!" Zhao Chao roared, grabbing the cage at the other end and slamming it: "Did you hear that!"

The Tatar soldiers were about to teach Zhao Chaoshi a lesson, but there was a whistle in the distance, and the cage moved, so the Tatar soldiers mounted their horses one after another and led the cage on the road, ignoring the humiliation of the prisoners.

You Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell on the ground inside the cage. The young man crawled over to check You Miao's injuries, but he was afraid of being dirty, so he said tremblingly, "You...what's your name?"

You Miao glanced at him weakly, nodded, and the boy said again: "I, I, I... I am the son of Ji Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, Ji... Ji Guang..."

You Miao patted him on the back to comfort him, and Ji Guang said again: "I'll let my father..."

"I didn't save you because you are the young master..." You Miao curled up in the cage and murmured, "I am also the young master..."

The wind was whistling, bringing the cry of the ice and snow. The convoy set off, and it was full of cages where the Han people were imprisoned. You Miao didn't know where they were going. From the moment he woke up, the convoy had been moving .But he knew at least one thing, the capital had fallen.

This team of Tatars may want to take them to the north beyond the Great Wall, as slaves or as hostages, and let the Han people take money to redeem them.The only hope is that the prince is still alive and escaped from the capital.That means moving the capital to the south of the Yangtze River. After the capital is successfully moved, maybe they will find a way to redeem them.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but snow. After walking in the snow for a whole day, without a bite to eat, the urine on You Miao's body is frozen, and he is shaking from the cold, and his eyelids can't help sinking.

"Don't sleep..." A voice came, and You Miao raised her head suddenly, her eyes were blurred, and she found that it was Zhao Chao.

"If you fall asleep, you will die..." Zhao Chao tried his best to whisper, "Hold on..."

You Miao nodded. At noon, her eyes hurt and she couldn't stop crying in the sun, the convoy stopped.Several Tatar soldiers shouted loudly, telling them to get out of the car and kneel in the snow.With a whip in his hand, he whipped them one by one, laughing while smoking.

The whip hit his head and face like a knife, and You Miao saw a person he knew - Zhang Wenhan.Zhang Wenhan was hit the hardest, his face was covered with blood.After the Tartar soldiers made fun of them, they tied them into a bunch with ropes and gave them some bread. You Miao held them with difficulty and swallowed them with snow.After less than an hour's rest, they began to follow the rope, lined up, and walked hard in the snow.

"Wenhan..." You Miao staggered and whispered to the person in front of her, "Wenhan!"

Zhang Wenhan was beaten into a dazed state, leaning on You Miao, his face pale in pain, and said, "Master."

You Miao: "Wenhan! Why have you been arrested? Didn't you be asked to go back first?"

Zhang Wenhan regained consciousness and replied: "Young master, we met Hu people in Hanyin County and got separated from the brigade, so we had to come back with His Majesty's guards. The master of Guozixue asked us to load all the books to the south of the Yangtze River. I went, but I ran into this group of Tartars on the way, killed my master, and burned fifty cartloads of books...Young master, why are you here?"

You Miao: "..."