The Longest Day in Chang’an - Chapter 25

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The hound ran out two miles and more in one breath, with several delays in between. It only knew that it was going straight in line with the smell, and did not understand the detour. On several occasions, it reached the dead end and barked at the high wall. Zhang Xiaojing had to drag it out and search again.

When they finally chased a square door, the hound stopped, rubbed back and forth on the ground a few times, and whined in frustration.

The smell disappeared here, and the hound could no longer keep track. After all, the time had passed.

But this is enough.

Zhang Xiaojing quickly put it back on the leash and wrapped his long front jaw with a thin rope. In case this is really a hideout for Wolf Guard, the dog barking might startle them.

Zhang Xiaojing glanced at the wooden sign hanging in front of the square and wrote the words “Changming Square”. Weeds can be seen everywhere in front of the root of the wall, and there are very few rut marks on the dirt road in front of the door, which shows that there are not many residents and it is desolate and quiet. In this square, there is not even the exclusive watchtower of Jingan Division-after all, the budget is limited. First, the densely populated northern squares must be covered first.

This means that if something happens, the outside world cannot be notified in time.

Zhang Xiaojing thought about it and couldn’t remember any special buildings in this square-if Xu Bin was there, that guy would remember everything. He slowed down and walked in slowly. There was no **** near Fangmen, so I must have ran out to the Yuanyuan Festival. Changming Square is now completely open and anyone can enter and leave freely.

This is really a great hiding place. After Zhang Xiaojing entered the workshop, he left the leash half loose, restraining the hound to move forward a little, while observing left and right with his eyes, his right hand caught the crossbow, and he could shoot at any time.

If Wolf Guard really stored stone grease here, then he should have entered the enemy’s sentry circle now. However, Zhang Xiaojing is not too worried. In case of any abnormality, an address can be calibrated if a cigarette pill is thrown out. Even if the Turks ran on their own, the stone fat was too late to move away.

Without stone fat, the Turkic Wolf Guard is nothing but a desperate villain.

In front of Zhang Xiaojing is a cross street. If it is in the north, it will be the most lively area, and the streets must be full of shops. However, this cross street in Changming Square has only a few scattered houses, covered by a large area of ​​bare locust trees. There are some small vendors walking around in the forest. Pack horses and carts are in a row, and there are more sellers than shopping. There is a soil **** on the right side of the forest, there is a small courtyard on the top of the slope, and a big gourd hangs in front of the door.

It’s not so much a house in Chang’an as it is a remote suburb.

In such a desolate place, if a large team comes in, it should be very eye-catching. Zhang Xiaojing wanted to get closer to find out, but the hound suddenly fell to his forelegs, and whined a low roar. He looked at him alone, and noticed that there were three figures near him.

Zhang Xiaojing quickly clasped his hands, took the crossbow half out, his muscles tight, ready to go. He didn’t see clearly until the figure approached. These people were all in begging costumes, all wearing old and ragged robes and jackets, putting their hands in their sleeves, and their skin was thin and yellow.

This look must be developed without eating meat for months, which is definitely not a temporary disguise. So Zhang Xiaojing’s shoulders were slightly relaxed, but his hands were still clinging to the crossbow. These beggars stared at Zhang Xiaojing, neither close nor far away, keeping a distance of more than twenty steps and following closely.

Zhang Xiaojing snorted, and his pace accelerated, and the beggars also followed. Suddenly he stopped in front of a stall selling fern root cakes, bought a cake, and the beggars stopped in a hurry, pretending to look around. Zhang Xiaojing threw a few coins into the hawker and turned into a half-collapsed brick alley in front.

The beggars followed, and the one who had just started turned around and was surprised to find that there was only a dog with a leash in the alley.

He looked around with some doubt, wondering where did people go? At the next moment, a burst of gray powder suddenly hit his face, forcing him to narrow his eyes. At this time, a figure jumped from the head of the wall, slashing his hand toward the back of his neck, making him lie on the ground at once, unable to move.

This ash is the grass ash, which Zhang Xiaojing just grabbed on the stall when he bought the fern root cake. The fern roots will have abdominal flaws when eaten raw, and must be cooked and detoxified with grass and ash, so vendors selling fern root cakes will prepare some.

You don’t need to use crossbows or steel knives to deal with these nights.

When the two beggars saw the attack of their companions, the first reaction was to turn around and run away. Zhang Xiaojing leaned over to pick up two bricks, smashed his arm, hit the back of the head, and the two fell to the ground one after another. The hounds rushed past, tearing their sleeves viciously. The beggars exclaimed and waved the bamboo poles in vain.

Zhang Xiaojing walked over, grabbed the steel knife in his hand, and slowly pointed it at the throat of one of them, as if waiting for something. Just then, a voice came eagerly from the forest: “Please keep people under the knife!”

Zhang Xiaojing smiled a meaningful smile on his lips, retracted the knife three inches, and turned his head to the side. He saw a beggar wearing a flowery head standing under a tree not far away, and looked over here.

“They are only entrusted by others and have no hatred with your Excellency. Let go of their three dogs, Jia XVII will have a reward.” The beggar who claimed to be Jia XVII was decisive, and when he saw that the signs were wrong, he immediately appeared to stop .

Zhang Xiaojing has been a bad handsome for nine years, knowing that the eyes of these city fox clubs are all over the city, well-informed, and sometimes even the official mansion finds them to inquire. Today, he was embellished by a beggar for no reason, and there must be someone behind the scenes. As long as the leaders of these people are forced out, things will be much easier.

Zhang Xiaojing didn’t withdraw his knife, didn’t speak, but just stared at the man coldly with one eye. Jia Xian’s face changed slightly, and the one who looked at the costume would know that he was a public servant. However, as long as he heard that there was “reward”, the common tolerance would not be entangled. Why is this a deadly posture?

He wanted to say one more word, and suddenly he felt that the person was familiar, especially the dry eye socket on the left, which was full of murderous sentiment. Jia 17 turned around and suddenly remembered a person’s name.

“Are you … Zhang Yanluo in Wannian County?”

Changming Square is located in the southwest of Chang’an and belongs to Chang’an County, but the eyes and ears of beggars are not so limited. The five Yan Yan in Wannian County: vicious and desolate, not five people, but one person. This one-eyed dragon is a tough character to avoid as much as possible.

“Who told you to follow me?” Zhang Xiaojing said lightly.

Jia XVII’s heart changed sharply, and it was rumored that the man had already been put to death, and the rumor was untrue. He arched his hands: “If we knew it was Zhang Shuai, why would we have such a courage? We went ashore in this affair, and we won’t stop.”

“who is it?”

Jia Qiangqiang said with a smile: “You know, there is no way to say this, Jianghu rules.”

Zhang Xiaojing reversed the obstacle knife and inserted the next one. With a scream, the tip of the knife pierced into the thigh of a beggar and pulled out again. Jia Seventeen’s mouth twitched, and his face turned heavy: “If you can let go of these three bad lives, a beggar with a full length will miss you.”

Listening to this sentence in turn, if he does not let go, the beggar with full length will become the enemy.

With a thump, the second knife pierced into the body cleanly. Zhang Xiaojing is a prisoner of death, and he is most afraid of this threat. He didn’t say anything, just poked the unlucky beggars one by one, and the screams kept rising and falling, which constituted an invisible huge pressure.

However, none of the three unlucky ghosts died. Zhang Yanwang was deliberately merciful, in order to let other beggars outside Lin hear.

This embarrassed Jia XVII. Among the beggars, the most important thing is to hold a group. You can die and be killed by rich households, but you cannot be killed by yourself. If Jia XVII sees death and is not saved, he is afraid that he will die in the future. This King Zhang looks arrogant, but in fact knows the inside of the beggar.

Without much struggle, Jia 17 made a choice. The price of a silver hip flask is not worth the beggar ’s life to keep it secret. What’s more, he noticed that there was a black crossbow hung around Zhang Yanluo’s waist. This was a weapon used only in the army, and there might be more powerful forces behind it.

“Okay, okay, I said!”

Jia Xie no longer concealed, and came up from the forest with his hand raised. He told Zhang Xiaojing that a Hu had given a silver jug ​​to let them watch at Fangmen, and if there were suspicious people entering the square, he went to the Nichinan King’s House to notify him.

“Ninan King’s House?”

“Yes, it’s in the southeast corner of the square. There was a Japanese and Southern dynasty in Zhenguan during the year, and a large house was built here. Later, when he returned to the country, the house was abandoned, but the area was not small.”

This description is in line with the requirements of the Turkic hiding place: remote, wide, and there are enough rooms. Zhang Xiaojing asked a few more words about the person’s appearance and appearance, and Jia XVII simply confided in full that it was highly consistent with Cao Poyan. After listening, Zhang Xiaojing patted his shoulder and motioned to lead the way.

Jia XVII knew that the protest was useless, so the three unlucky beggars helped each other and returned to the pharmacy first, and then took Zhang Xiaojing and the hounds to the Sun King’s Waste Garden.

The Changming Square is really deserted. There are very few houses on both sides of the inner street. Most of them are bumpy soil slopes and woodlands. There are actually so many crop fields and pools. Because the land is not valuable, its area is at least half that of Beifang. So although walking in the square, it is quite a journey.

Halfway through, Zhang Xiaojing suddenly asked: “Did you see a lot of carriages entering the square today?”

“You laughed, the birds aren’t **** here, and there may not be one in a day.” Jia 17 looked at his face and started to make a mistake again. He quickly changed his mouth. “I certainly haven’t seen it today. There is nothing happening at Fangmen to escape But our brother ’s eyeliner. ”

Zhang Xiaojing frowned, saying nothing more.

The two of them walked a little bit for a moment before they reached the abandoned garden of King Rinan. The ruins are ruined here, and the grass is overgrown. However, the appearance of the gate of the inner courtyard is still there. Two doors with peeling black paint are tightly closed. The peony stone carvings on the door lintel are finely carved, and vaguely visible in the past.

Jia XVII said that the request of the Hu people is to come here as soon as possible to find a suspicious person outside the workshop. You don’t have to knock on the door, just push it straight in.

Zhang Xiaojing flashed and hid beside the door, holding the fine dog and pulling out his crossbow. Jia Xizhuang stood in front of the courtyard with courage and pushed the door with both hands according to the agreement in advance. There was no lock on the door, and it could be pushed open gently, and then I heard only a click, as if something fell inside the door. Before Jia Xia looked up, a yellow smoke had taken off.

Zhang Xiaojing was shocked and pulled Jia 17 away, then broke in first. When he lowered his head, he saw a cigarette puff smoke thickly on the ground, and a string of string was tied to it. He hurriedly dropped the smoke pill to a nearby rain pond, but the yellow smoke that had risen before had fluttered to the sky, and it was particularly striking under the clear sky.

Zhang Xiaojing turned around and asked sharply, “Did he see him at the King’s Abandoned Garden in Nichinan, did you see it with his own eyes, or did he say it himself?” Jia XVII said that the person went to the pharmacy for a commission and left. See him return to the waste garden.

Zhang Xiaojing said “Hey”, these Wolf Guards, really cunning! Cao Poyan had never trusted these beggars from the beginning. He deliberately reported a fake address. In this way, even if Jing Anji traced this, he would only be led by the beggars in the wrong direction.

That cigarette pill should have been retrieved from Zhang Xiaojing by the Turks. It was tied behind the door panel, and once pushed away, it smoked on its own. In this way, the wolf guard hiding in the real hiding place can be immediately warned and fight for evacuation time.

A small setting, two birds with one stone, both misled Jing Jingsi and warned Wolf Guard. Cao Poyan really used this cigarette pill to the extreme.

Now that Huang Yan has risen, the Turks may have begun to prepare to run, and the Jingan Division’s troops have been unable to gather up. Zhang Xiaojing grabbed Jia 17’s shoulders fiercely and said anxiously: “Where is there a big garden or mansion in this square? It must be farthest from the abandoned palace of Nichinan Wang.”

Jia Xiawei thought a bit: “This is the southeast corner, the farthest away is a brick kiln in the northwest corner, but the work has been suspended for a long time.” Zhang Xiaojing flashed his eyes with one eye, let him sketch out the route and go out Two steps, suddenly turned back: “You are now back at the door of the square, and see that there are tolerances or brigade troops coming over, intercept them, and point to the brick kiln!”

Jia Xiachang laughed and said, “Zhang Shuai, the emperor is not hungry …” Zhang Xiaojing said with a sneer: “The Turks are the ones who let you bleed, they will mess up in Chang’an.”

Upon hearing this sentence, Jia XVII’s face was white, and then he knew how much trouble he had caused. A “litong thief” crime was smashed, and none of the beggars in Changming Square wanted to live. No matter whether it is the Criminal Department or Dali Temple, they will not seriously investigate whether they have been wronged. What they need is to catch a group of prisoners so that they can “have an explanation”.

He grabbed Zhang Xiaojing’s arm and wailed, “I’m not sorry to die alone, but the brothers are innocent, please help me!” Zhang Xiaojing glanced at him and sighed, “You’ll see it after you wait Suspiciously, give me a head start, maybe you can save your life. “Then he whispered again, suddenly pushed him away, led the dog and hurried away.

Jia Xizhan took off Hua Luo’s head, and his head was soaked with sweat. Zhang Xiaojing said that, he was willing to lie for him. As for whether it succeeded or not, it was all about making up. He stared at the back in the distance, suddenly waking up like a dream, squeezing Hua Luo’s head to his head at random, and ran wildly towards Fangmen.

Zhang Xiaojing ran a dozen steps and loosened the dog’s rope. Now I don’t have to worry about playing the grass and startling the snake. The hound was already restless, and as soon as he untied the rope, he rushed out and ran straight to the northwest.

People may still not be able to smell it, but for the dog’s nose, the smell of petrolatum is very strong here, especially in the northwest, not to mention the dark night lights.

They slanted all the way through most of the inner square, and a brick chimney could be seen in the distance, which is a typical sign of a kiln. Get closer and see a tall curved wall blocking the way, and the bricks are faintly black, which is a feature of the high temperature furnace all year round.

This should be the brick kiln that Jia 17 said. A flat loess path winds into a wooden door, and the trees on both sides grow wildly, not in a pattern.

Zhang Xiaojing slowed down and called the hound back, taking a breather. I’m afraid it will take some time for the people of Jing’an to gather here.

If there are hoarding stones, there must be a lot of guards, and he must be cautious.

He tentatively moved a few steps forward, most of his body was already standing on the loess road. It stands to reason that there should be a peripheral observation post here, and he should have discovered his movements. But there was no movement over the fence, it was still quietly.

No, the number of guards should not be large, Zhang Xiaojing changed his mind.

If the manpower is sufficient, Wolf Guard will never hire a beggar to let go of the wind, nor will it engage in any organs in the waste farm in Nichinan. They were so deliberate here that they just exposed the dilemma of Wolf Guard’s stretch.

Zhang Xiaojing thought about it. This morning, the brigade army’s raid in West City killed fifteen people. He killed one person in front of the Zoroastrian Shrine. The Xiuzheng Square killed a total of five, adding up to twenty-one. This number is at least half of the Turkic Wolf Guards mixed into Chang’an City. The Turks are too poor to invest more resources.

It is too reluctant to rely on the remaining people to control such a large kiln, and also to take care of the unloading of stone resin.

Zhang Xiaojing took a deep breath and decided to go alone before the reinforcements came. This will at least disrupt the enemy ’s deployment and gain enough time. The more important reason is that he had to rush to find Wenran before the Jingan Division’s reinforcements arrived.

He carefully tethered the hound beside him, rubbed his neck hair intimately, and stood up again. The fierce and murderous temper tempered in the Western Regions, violently burst from him. Zhang Xiaojing rolled up his sleeves and finally checked the crossbow. There was a tattoo on his left arm. This tattoo was a broken knife. The spine was bent in the middle, and the brush strokes were simple and hard.

“Wen Wuji, our eighth regiment is going to fight the Turks again. You are spirited in the sky, and you have to bless your daughter.”

Zhang Xiaojing’s voice was both sighing and praying. The one-eyed, the more radiant. He took two cigarette pills out of his waist pocket, his arms flicked and he threw it out.

Two yellow smokes skyrocketed.