Chapter 5: The Killing Intent in Spring (5)

Zhao Cheng cautiously moved the robust leg of the burly man aside, carefully crouched down on the ground, and turned his head to observe his surroundings, seemingly unnoticed by anyone. Just as he was about to stand up, a thunderous shout nearly scared him out of his wits

The arrow, wrapped in the cold wind, swiftly flew towards the dark shadow, the sound it made as it sliced through the air sending chills down one's spine, reminiscent of a bloodthirsty demon

Dear Guhuhan, how could I possibly run away? On a night like this, I wouldn't get far before being eaten by a beast. I merely wanted to find a place to relieve myself. Zhao Cheng fell to the ground, nursing the spot that had been kicked, and explained, "I have often wet the bed since childhood, and my mother would frequently wake me in the middle of the night. So over time, I developed a habit of getting up for a night urination as soon as it was midnight! I certainly do not wish to soil the place where you are staying overnight; I merely startled this uncle, which led to Guhuhan's misunderstanding!"

That ancient Khan immediately woke up, filled with terror, his voice trembling: "What has happened? Have the Mongols attacked?"

The night is deep, and the temperature of the spring night is quite low. The remaining campfire trembles in the howling cold wind, stubbornly resisting the chill, making this tranquil night feel less lonely and helpless. In the distance, the cries of wild beasts rise and fall, reminding people of the dangers in the wilderness, especially in this vast darkness. The deathly night is like a ghostly trap, instilling fear and trepidation in the heart.

"Do you want to escape? It seems I should cut off your head; I am very curious about the difference between the heads of Han people and Mongolians!" Guhuhan said fiercely

Not good! The great Han was taken aback; he immediately took an arrow, nocked it on the bowstring, and shot it towards the shadow, filled with endless regret

Zhao Cheng assessed his position and walked towards the riverbank. He had noticed in the evening that it was a bend in the river, where the current was quite swift

... ...

"How strange, you are not a little girl, why are you meddling! If only you were a little girl, I haven't touched a woman in a month!" The burly man leered, but still slightly turned his body.

"Uncle, you are staring at me like this, I can't... I can't urinate!" Zhao Cheng stammered.

What are you looking at? Hurry up! The young master still needs to sleep, and he hasn't had a good night's rest in ten days!

"Right here, hurry up and take off your pants. Are you planning to run to the ends of the earth to relieve yourself?" the burly man shouted impatiently from behind.

"Report to Guhuhan, this Han boy is trying to escape!" the Han soldier reported

His plan was quite simple; as long as he could jump into the river on one side in the shortest time possible, the escape plan would be more than halfway complete. However, how could he avoid being discovered? Zhao Cheng silently lamented his unfortunate luck. These desperate individuals, following the customs of the grasslands, had formed a concentric circle centered around that Guren Khan. By establishing their camp in this manner, enemies and outsiders could not easily intrude. The Mongolians referred to this as "Gulieyan." Zhao Cheng found himself in the core area of this circular camp, sandwiched between two burly men on either side, unable to move. He had to make his way through layer upon layer of large men from the center of the camp.

Sir, you have a well-rounded forehead, an impressive appearance, and a robust physique, which naturally makes you likable. Rest assured, women will come your way! Zhao Cheng said with a smile, but in his heart, he added, "The fierce woman will surely fall in love with you and cry out to marry you!"

I see! Gu Erhan pointed at the burly man who discovered Zhao Cheng trying to escape and said, "Take him aside to relieve himself. If he tries to run, feel free to shoot him dead with an arrow!"

The most dangerous place is, in fact, the safest place

Zhao Cheng was overjoyed in his heart, got up from the ground, respectfully performed a bow, and then walked straight towards the riverbank. The burly man followed behind, holding a bow and arrow, continuously cursing Zhao Cheng for being meddlesome.

Around the perimeter of the camp, there were sentinels patrolling back and forth. Even more infuriating was the heavily sleeping man on the left, whose thigh was pressed against his own belly, mumbling incoherently, which made Zhao Cheng's ears feel overwhelmed

"I love to hear you say that; it seems that the mouths of the Han people are indeed very sweet! Back in the day, I..." The Han man smiled contentedly. However, no one responded, and he quickly turned his head, only to see a small shadow darting towards the riverbank like a little rabbit.

This group of audacious outlaws has mostly fallen asleep, yet the thunderous snoring from hetushu.com prevents Zhao Cheng from sleeping. Some are even talking in their sleep, thinking of women, as if they are having erotic dreams

The origin of this profound saying is unknown, but it truly holds great wisdom. That ancient Khagan, Zhao Cheng speculates that he should belong to the remnants of the Naimans. However, his arrival is not a wise decision; he may be able to kill quite a few Mongolians, but as soon as traces are exposed, it will immediately provoke retaliation from the Mongolian army. Three hundred men are indeed far too few.

So it is! Gu Erhan felt relieved; it seemed he was not as brave as he had portrayed in his speech during the day. He appeared quite dissatisfied with his own display of timidity, and kicked Zhao Cheng hard, knocking him to the ground, in an attempt to conceal his own cowardly nature.

This person rushed over and kicked Zhao Cheng, who cried out in pain, though it was not truly that painful. The crowd erupted in laughter, mockingly scolding this shameless individual for indulging in such a lewd dream, which lightened the tense atmosphere. People sheathed their curved swords and lay back down to continue sleeping, as a mere Han youth posed no threat.

And the *picture* book ``is right here.'' Zhao Cheng pretentiously took off his pants, turning his head to see that the big man was staring at his back.

Grandfather Hutu and Uncle Hudou should have already taken everyone to relocate, right? Zhao Cheng thought to himself while lying among the crowd

"Kid, do you want to die?" shouted a burly man. His voice nearly startled everyone awake, and some instinctively reached for their curved knives, a habit perhaps cultivated from a life spent on the edge of danger—keeping the blade within easy reach at their side.

In fact, Zhao Cheng did not want to fall asleep at all. After a busy night attending to this group of assassins, he felt physically and mentally exhausted. He forced himself to stay awake because his plan had reached a critical moment. In the evening, he had carefully observed the terrain here and devised a relatively reasonable escape plan

Zhao Cheng's explanation is still somewhat reasonable, but someone angrily scolded: "Damn it, you disturbed my good dream. I was just dreaming about a beautiful woman who was asking me to marry her"

Ah! A scream was heard, and the dark figure fell into the river. The strong man did not dare to delay, rushing over and firing all his arrows into the black river.