The arrow flew over, but Chen An was unaware of it.

The two rural soldiers changed their expressions and were about to shout, but it was too late.

Chen An looked ahead with a smile, worried that Zhong Yan and his cavalry were coming from afar.

A long sword appeared quietly, accurately blocking the only way for the arrow.

bite!

The arrow landed and the sword was retracted.

Wen Xiaozhong appeared like a ghost.

He was dressed like a village soldier. At this moment, he looked to the left and said coldly: "It's ridiculous to be assassinated under someone's nose!"

There was a hole twenty steps away on the left. A man had just stood up from the cave. He had a longbow in his hand. Seeing that the first arrow failed, he took out the arrow again without hesitation...

But he has no chance.

The horse's hooves were sounding like thunder, and the villagers flocked to them.

Huang Chun praised: "Your husband, you have brought Wen Xiaozhong out this time, and you are really wise."

Chen An said lightly: "That guy Shehui said that he was entrusted by his master to dream, and said that this battle was in danger, but it was true."

Last time Shehui talked about this, Chen An knew it was a bit nonsense, but he still brought Wen Xiaozhong with him before leaving.

No matter whether this is true or false, it is better to be prepared or not.

I think he, someone who can even wear steel plates on his body for safety and is assassinated... Isn't that a joke?

Huang Chun said proudly: "Mr. Langjun, you asked someone to drug him. He took the opportunity of drinking and scattered it in the wine bowls of the two old guys. Later, he stared at them and drank it. What medicine is that?"

Huang Chun had drunk a lot of alcohol before, but the two old warriors were quite dissatisfied, but they didn't know that they had been drugged.

"Nothing..." Chen An smiled. He definitely couldn't say it, otherwise if the minister suddenly had diarrhea afterwards, Huang Chun and the others would think of today's medication.

Zhong Yan from the other side came over and asked, "Duke, how about stopping people from divination?"

Chen An said, "Prepare... In addition, search for this grassland."

The assassins there had been trampled into meat paste, and the angry village soldiers were searching around.

"Someone assassinated!" Zhong Yan was furious and shouted, "Find out the mice and drag them to death with war horses!"

“There is one here!”

“There are also here!”

Someone suddenly appeared in the distance and ran away.

"Catch up and live!"

"You dare to assassinate the husband and drag them to death!"

The smell of blood gradually came out.

...

Borot and others galloped all the way. That night, cavalry came back and reported: "When we waited for the past, the Song people had already left."

Borot sneered: "It's true that he is alert. Otherwise, if you take him down, Emperor Song may be in chaos."

As expected, the Plastic Flower Brothers were preparing to take Shen'an, but failed.

Life is so melancholy.

The two old warriors have changed their clothes from the Great Liao Dynasty at this moment, and they look very decent. It is said that only the powerful and powerful people from the Great Liao Dynasty are qualified to wear such gorgeous clothes.

They sat at the upper vent, with a bonfire in front of them, and a whole sheep was sizzling oil on them.

Borot said respectfully: "It seems that the Song people are unwilling to let us obtain Zhongjing Road."

These two old men are wise men among the slogans and are also one of the leaders.

One of the old men said quietly: "The Song people want to solve the opponent on the grassland once and for all. The Duke of Yan probably means... The Song people will only give us the way to the capital, but the way to the capital is not enough!"

He said with a bright look: "We will become stronger and stronger. Shangjing Road is just a small lake, and what we want is a big river!"

Another old man sneered: "Chen An is a famous general of the Song Dynasty. If you kill him, the Song people's northern expedition will be covered with a shadow."

Boro's special head, "Then... is that archer sure?"

The old man said proudly: "His archery... has never failed, and in addition, it is not just one person."

Borot was delighted, “How many are there?”

The old man said reservedly: "Although Chen An will take the old path when he goes back, the war horses are just a few dozen steps away, so we have prepared more than a hundred archers this time, so we must leave him on the grassland."

Another old man smiled and said, "Wait and pay attention to the great victory of the Song people over the Liao people. Every time the Shen An is there, that is, on the Song people, he is the top general. If the top general is lost before the war begins, the morale of the Song army will fall."

Someone asked, "But what if the Song people blame us? Then the army will attack us."

The old man caressed his beard and said proudly: "What are you afraid of? If so, we will take the tribe to join the Liao people. Once Yelu Hongji learns that Chen An died at our hands, he will be crazy, ecstatic, and reward us heavily. Then let them fight to death, and we will just watch the fun behind us."

The old man next to him said, "Some people say that Yelu Hongji's queen and Shen An are a little confused. For this reason, he killed many eunuchs. This is true. So we can attack and defend in this matter, so we don't need to worry about it?"

Borot said admiringly: "It's really easy to plan!"

This is how wise people always look at you with wise eyes.

Borot was bathed in a wise gaze, and one of them suddenly changed.

"Huh!" An old man covered his lower abdomen and frowned: "I'm going to pull it!"

He got up and went to the side, and suddenly farted.

"Why……"

The man actually took off his pants in a hurry, then squatted there and started pulling.

There was a crackling sound, and the stench came from the sky.

The roasted lamb was no longer fragrant, so everyone quickly avoided it.

Another old man frowned and said, "Go away."

The old man moaned, "Can't help it!"

"Move over!" The old man stood up and prepared to avoid it. He was about to stand up and covered his stomach, "Stomach hurts!"

He stopped as soon as he took a step, then he squatted down on the spot.

The bonfire is right in front of you, and the roasted lamb is emitting oil, which is very fragrant.

Everyone was stunned to see the two wise men competing for diarrhea.

“What did you eat?”

Wise people eat naturally and are different from everyone else’s. For example, they bring the best wine, which is exclusive.

But you have to be restrained when you have diarrhea. Those people can still eat when they start sitting down. When the sounds are all in their ears, they really can't speak.

So hundreds of people stood there, silently watching the most noble leader and wise man in the two tribes having diarrhea.

"No, right?" someone said, "I have never seen such a tragic thing as La in my life."

yes!

These two people have never stopped since the beginning.

"If you pull it down, I'm afraid my intestines will be pulled out."

Borot felt something was wrong, but he did not bring a doctor with him this time.

"This is...this is...the medicine!"

A wise man fell down like that while pulling it.

The other one was pulled in front of the fire and couldn't bear it anymore. Two men went over to support him. He gasped and said, "Drink! Drink!"

I'll go!

This is so much that I still want to drink?

It's indeed a warrior!

Even if you are old, you are still unambiguous!

The people of the grassland respect the warriors the most, so some people got his wine bag.

The old man who was so exhausted that he pulled, he said, "Get out...get out!"

The man looked confused and thought to himself that he wanted to drink?

The old man looked at Borot, "Borot..."

Borot came over and squatted down.

"Borot, wine...when drinking...that person..."

Borot remembered the incident, "That man drank and scattered on you."

The old man nodded, "Medicine! Medicine!"
To be continued...