Chapter 408: mob

Chapter 408 Crowd

Pei Yi bowed her hands and said: "Then there will be Mr. Lao Jun."

After another exchange of pleasantries, Pei Yi finally sent the group of rebels away.

Princess Leping stretched her neck and looked in the direction where the rebels were leaving. After confirming that they had all gone far away, she looked like "successful tricks" and smiled triumphantly with a "puchi".

"Pei Yi, I was just amazing, right?" Princess Leping blinked and smiled narrowly.

Pei Yi couldn't help but smile, she suddenly felt that Princess Le Ping was capricious, but she was kind of cute.

Seeing Princess Leping's expression begging for praise, Pei Yi praised with a smile: "Princess is really powerful, she stirred up the group of rebels with just a few words—they are busy dealing with you, and the guards in other places of the county government can't help it." Weak."

"Hey, what a simple matter." Princess Leping had a smug face, apparently in high spirits, and was very excited to share her successful experience just now.

She couldn't stop talking, just like the surging river bursting its embankment, it could really drown the listeners.

Pei Yi could listen patiently to Princess Leping showing off her "achievements" at the beginning, but after a while her face was filled with patience, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Princess, I still have some important things to do. Let's talk later if we have anything to say."

Princess Leping still had a lot to say, but seeing Pei Yi's eager brows, she could only say angrily, "Okay then."

Pei Yi got this sentence, as if she had received an amnesty, she quickly ran away—although she is also a woman, she can't bear Princess Leping's strong emotional desire.

Another compartment.

Qisha took advantage of the fact that a group of rebels were attracted by Princess Leping, and protected Huo Yuan and left the county government quietly.

The two ran for a long distance without encountering anyone chasing and blocking them.

Huo Yuan's mood was a bit complicated. He looked back at the way he looked, then turned his head to look at the rival in love beside him, and said in a low voice with mixed feelings: "Could it be...that group of rebels haven't realized it yet. Did we run away?"

Qisha's mood is so complicated.

He looked back, thought about it carefully, and finally nodded slightly seriously: "It should be like this."

As soon as these words came out, both of them fell silent at the same time.

Honestly speaking, in their expectation, not long after they escaped, the rebels should soon find that there were two people missing from the county office—or at least they would soon find that the very key figure, the Third Prince, was missing.

But the fact is that this group of rebels didn't seem to have checked the important people in the county government at all-this is really not vigilant at all.

"With such a mob, can the rebellion succeed?" Huo Yuan couldn't help but asked with emotion.

Qisha also felt the same way, but he didn't want to talk much.

Really, although he felt that the quality of this group of rebels was not very high from the beginning, he didn't expect it to be so low-leading troops to surround the county government, but not carefully guarding the important people in the county government. You don't even have the most basic political sensitivity, so why rebel? It's better to go home and grow sweet potatoes.

The two continued on their way with mixed feelings.

After walking for almost two hours, Huo Yuan's mood became more and more complicated.

Hiding in the bushes, he looked at the tens of thousands of troops marching down the steep slope, with a really complicated expression.

Endured and endured, thought and thought, Huo Yuan still couldn't hold back and said: "Qi Kill, tell me... Is our speed too fast?"

Qisha looked at the rebel army slowly marching between the mountain roads, and his mood was extremely complicated.

He was silent for a moment, and then slowly and firmly said: "Your Highness, I don't think we need to take the path."

Taking the small road is to move quickly, just to report to the old emperor before the rebels arrive in Kyoto.

But in fact, the speed of this group of rebels is quite slow. If you know it, you know they are on the way to rebel;

"Let's walk slowly." Huo Yuan's expression was beyond complex.

He stood up, patted the dirt and grass on his clothes, and sighed again in a low voice: "Can such a mob succeed in rebellion?"

Although Huo Yuan was not optimistic about this group of private soldiers hiding in Wanshou County from the very beginning, he really did not expect his opponent to be so weak.

Qi Kill's mood became more and more complicated, and his footsteps became more and more heavy-he was afraid that if he walked a little faster, he would arrive in Kyoto several days earlier than the rebels. directly under control.

"We still have to give them a chance to perform properly." Seven Kills suggested very seriously.

"That's right." Huo Yuan nodded with a serious face, and said very seriously, "Why are you called a rebel if you don't have a chance to rebel?"

As soon as these words came out, the two fell into a long silence.

This night, the two lay on the grass to rest.

After a while, Huo Yuan said quietly: "Qi Sha, let's set up a tent."

In order not to attract attention, they did not plan to set up a tent at the beginning, but shared meals and slept in the open, carefully concealed.

But in fact, the vigilance of that group of rebels was too low, or in other words—the level of patrol soldiers of that group of rebels was so low that they didn't come to patrol their area at all.

In this way, is it necessary for them to avoid it so carefully?

It’s better to set up a tent, otherwise there are so many mosquitoes, and I’m afraid I’ll even have red bumps on my face after waking up at night.

Qi Sha nodded calmly, and silently took out a simple tent from the bag.

The two men set up the tent together in silence, and then they both lay down in the tent together.

Huo Yuan couldn't sleep.

Qisha couldn't sleep either.

Things are getting a little **** up.

Qisha put one hand under his head, looked at the top of the tent, and said quietly: "I don't think Sanlang should have performed that play yesterday."

Huo Yuan put his hands under his head, looked at the top of the dark tent with his eyes, and said in agreement: "These rebels are not worthy of Sanlang's acting skills."

A group of mobs, without any political awareness at all, actually wanted to rebel in a whimsical way—thanks to Saburo's scheming with the rebels in a serious manner, as a result, this group of rebels has become so weak that you would feel that the scheming is lowered.

Qi Sha said quietly again: "I think that His Highness probably won't have a chance to get hurt all the way."

The 20,000 army was marching not far from them, but this group of troops was so unprofessional that they didn't notice the two enemies at all—and probably never found them.

In this way, the two sides will not fight.

Will not fight, naturally there will be no possibility of injury.

(end of this chapter)