Bai Cunxiao and the others rode on a large wooden bird and rushed to the aid of Silla.

There, they encountered heavy rainfall.

However, Bai Cunxiao and they can't take care of hiding from the rain, they want to start a big battle with those Fuso warriors.

It was at the mouth of the White River that they fought against the army of the lord of Fuso.

The battle was so fierce that Tang Zhangwei also came to the scene of the battle. The letter was the handwriting of the person who wrote the letter in the bazaar, in block letters, trembling and trembling, like a drunken man practicing calligraphy. But the person who wrote the letter would never have been so sophisticated as to use the phrase "circumvention", the letter must have been dictated by a clerk, and there was no doubt that it was ultimately written by Wu Bojin. It must have come from "that crocodile," Flory thought to himself.

He didn't like the tone of the letter. On the surface, it is low, but in fact it is a threat. "Leave the doctor, or we'll be rude to you," that's what it really means. It was not a big deal, and no Englishman could feel any danger to himself as an Oriental.

Flory hesitated with the letter in hand. There are two ways you can deal with anonymous letters. You can either say nothing or give it to the person. Obviously, the appropriate thing to do is to give the letter to Dr. Velaswamy and let him take care of it.

But when it comes to this kind of thing, it's safer to stay out of it entirely. It's important not to get involved in "indigenous" disputes (perhaps the most important of the ten commandments of the white man). There can be no loyalty and no true friendship for Indians. Feelings, even love, will not work. Normally, the British did have a fondness for Indians – native officials, forest policemen, hunters, clerks, servants. When the Indian soldiers retire from their colonels, they weep like children. It doesn't hurt to be even close to them, as long as the occasion is right. But if you want to talk about teaming up, cooperating or something, absolutely not! Even wondering what is right and wrong in an "indigenous" dispute is a matter of prestige.

If he made the letter public, it would lead to a quarrel and an official investigation, and in effect, he would tie his fate to the doctor and work against Wu Bojin. Wu Bojin doesn't care, but there are also Europeans! If he, Flory, had been too visibly in league with the doctors, he would have paid a terrible price. It's better to pretend that you never received the letter. The doctor is indeed a good man, but in order to help him fight against the whole tradition of the white lord - alas, no, never! What good can it do to lose the whole world in order to save your soul? Flory tore the letter in half. The dangers of going public are small and vague, but in India, you have to beware of all kinds of vague dangers. Reputation, as the breath of life, is itself ambiguous. He carefully tore the letter to shreds and threw it at the door.

At that moment, there was a scream of horror, very different from the shouts of Kosra's two wives. The gardener put down his shovel and looked in the direction from which the cry came, and Kosla heard the sound and ran out of the servant's quarters without a hat, while Frau jumped to his feet and screamed. Then there were several more screams, from the jungle behind the house, sounding like an Englishman, a woman, a frightened shout.

There was no way out of the back of the yard, and Flory climbed over the gate, and when he came down, his knee was cut by a splinter, and he was bleeding. He bypassed the yard fence and rushed into the jungle, Frau following close behind. Just behind the house, in the outermost layer of trees, there is a small valley frequented by the buffalo of the village of Nyon-lebin, because of the pool of water in the valley. Flory made his way through the trees quickly. In the valley, a gray-faced English girl was leaning against a tree, shivering, as a huge buffalo threatened her with its half-moon-shaped horns. A hairy calf stood behind, no doubt the cause of the trouble. There was also a buffalo in the neck-deep mud pool, with a gentle, old face looking up to see what was going on.

As soon as Flory appeared, the girl turned her frightened face to him. "Ah, hurry!" She shouted loudly, angry and urgent, clearly in the tone of a frightened person. "Quick! Help me! Help me! ”

Flory was so surprised that he didn't have time to ask anything. He hurried to her, and since he had no stick in his hand, he reached out and slapped the buffalo's nose. The big beast turned, slow and clumsy, and led the calf away with heavy steps. The other buffalo also got up from the sludge and walked lazily. The girl threw herself at Flory, almost into his arms, and was terrified.

"Ah, thank you, thank you so much! Alas, these terrible things! What are they? I thought they were going to kill me. What a terrible beast! What are they? ”

"They're just buffaloes — from the village over there."

"Bison?"

"It's not bison — we call them South Asian buffalo, it's a type of cattle raised by the Burmese people. I'm afraid they'll scare you. I'm sorry. ”

She still clung to his arm, and he could feel her trembling. He looked down, but could see her face, only her head, without a hat, with yellow hair as short as a boy's. He could also see a hand on his arm. This hand is slender and slender, and at first glance it looks like a young man's, and there are some spots on it, which belong to the kind of schoolgirl. He hadn't seen a hand like this in years. He began to feel the soft, youthful body pressed against him, and the warm breath exhaled, and then, he felt as if something was melting and warming in his body.

"It's all right, they're all gone," he said, "and there's nothing to be afraid of." ”

The girl gradually recovered from the shock, and she stood a little farther away from him, but one hand still held his arm. "I'm fine," she said, "and it doesn't matter, I'm not hurt." They didn't touch me, but they looked scary. ”

"This buffalo doesn't actually hurt people. Their horns grow so far back that they can't hold you up at all. They're stupid animals. They only pretend to be offensive when they have calves. ”

They were now standing apart, and both of them immediately felt a hint of embarrassment. Flory had tilted his face to the side, so that his long **** face was facing away from her. He said:

"Hey, that's a weird way to meet! I haven't asked you how you got here. Where are you from—if that's not an abrupt question? ”

(End of chapter)