The sky is getting brighter and the surroundings of the inn are quiet.
There were no soldiers and horses arrayed in formation, no arrows piercing the air, horses' hooves trampling, and men turning on their backs.
There was nothing too tragic in the morning light, only a few corpses lying here and there.
The previous deaths and injuries caused by arrows and poisonous smoke were right in front of us, so the other party conveniently dragged away the injured and the dead.
Later, the attack touched Juma. The horse was stopped, and the man fell to the ground. He immediately fell into a pit full of sharp knives. The back flap was closed, and no one was alive, no dead, no corpse.
Looking at the scattered corpses, several people in the distance couldn't help but urge their horses, but were immediately stopped by others.
"That's not a bed crossbow." they said, pointing to the other side of the fence.
The crossbow machine on the wall was motionless, but they didn't think they could avoid it by changing directions or spreading out.
The crossbow machine can rotate in all directions, and its range is not reduced.
Those corpses died because of this.
The horse's hooves hesitated. Previously, he could still move forward with courage, but he suffered successive setbacks. What's even more frightening is that a day and a night passed without even seeing a single person in the inn, let alone approaching the inn.
The high walls were quiet, only cold arrows, sharp knives, and poisonous smoke greeted them.
I don’t know what’s next.
The leader gritted his teeth and waved his hands: "Withdraw!"
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After galloping into a ravine, the man jumped off his horse. Whether it was anger or being restrained by his military robe, his face turned red. While cursing, he tore open his military robe and threw away all the weapons he wore.
"There are too many messy things. It's useless to carry them around. It's not as easy as I have a knife."
Five people were sitting in the ravine, cooking something around the unburned bonfire.
They were not wearing military uniforms. When they heard this, one of them said coldly: "Zhang Bushan, don't blame your clothes for doing bad things."
The man named Zhang Busan showed an evil sneer: "What kind of clothes do you need to do bad things? Are those people afraid of official robes and military robes?"
The man who spoke earlier did not laugh anymore and nodded: "Indeed, we are not afraid."
The word "we" sounds a little weird. Does it refer to each other, or to yourself?
Zhang Bushan didn't seem to care about the language of his words. He sat down and said, "I don't believe it. If you can keep it for two or three days, how can you keep it for a month?"
The man beside the campfire reached out and pulled out a piece of dry biscuit from the ashes, banging it: "Then I can tell you, judging from the current equipment, it can really last for a month."
As he spoke, he knocked off the burnt skin and took a bite, not caring about the gray and black stains on his mouth.
Zhang Bushan looked at him and curled his lips: "You don't eat the delicious food, and you eat dry biscuits and salty beans all day long. What are you doing? You are no longer Mo..."
Before he finished speaking, the man holding the dry biscuits looked at him with cold eyes. Several other people around the campfire also stared at him. Although they didn't say a word, Zhang Busan shuddered inexplicably and swallowed his words.
.
"...It's impossible to really let her defend the city for a month." He changed the subject and said with a hint of compliment, "She can defend the city, Ke Laosan, you can definitely attack the city."
The man known as Ke Laosan withdrew his gaze and said, "Sieging a city is the skill of the public loser." After saying this, he twitched his lips again, as if he was mocking, "We can't capture the Mo family's city yet."
Zhang Bushan has no interest in discussing these families. He only cares about his own wealth and life: "I borrowed these clothes and will pay them back soon. If I alarm the surrounding officials, I will be attacked from both sides."
Ke Laosan ate the dry biscuits intently without saying a word.
So are several other people.
Zhang Buyan cursed in his heart, these guys are obviously doing evil things but they still act aloof. If they let these desperadoes kill people, doesn't it count as having blood on their hands?
But he didn't dare to urge them. These people had weird personalities, killed people without blinking an eye, and their methods were extremely cruel.
Finally, after Ke Laosan finished eating the dry biscuits, he wiped his hands.
"You go and guard outside, waiting for the high-ranking official from the capital." He said, "Then kill him."
He said and looked aside.
"Repurpose the weapons." Ke Laosan said, looking at the weapons piled aside.
The weapons and equipment of the soldiers, including bows, arrows, swords, guns, shields, and armor were complete and well-equipped, but they looked a bit disgusting in his eyes.
Several other people took off their backpacks and opened them, revealing various strange tools inside. They surrounded the weapons and began to disassemble them.
Zhang Bushan stood on tiptoe and glanced, and couldn't help but said: "Give me one of your good things, and I will deal with that high official in the court later."
Ke Laosan said coldly: "He is not worthy of being killed by our weapons."
Zhang Busan cursed in his heart, but did not dare to say any more. He straightened his robes, mounted his horse again, greeted everyone and galloped away.
Ke Laosan stood up and looked at the fading sky.
"Give you an arrow." Someone behind him said.
Ke Laosan took it without looking back and carried it behind him.
"Let's go," he said, "punish the traitors and eliminate the evil."
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The sky was bright and it was quiet outside.
Ah Mao stood in the courtyard, raised her head and called Sister Hualing: "Are they all gone?"
Hua Ling nodded on the high pole: "Let's go. There were people left in the distance, but now they are all gone."
"Sister, while there is no one around, let's switch between the two of us." Ah Mao said hurriedly, looking at the high pole with envy, "I don't want to push the winch anymore, I want to climb up and look far."
Chen Shi, who was sitting on the transmitter, curled his lips and said, "Stay calm. It's too dangerous to climb up and look far."
Ah Mao shouted: "I am not afraid of danger."
Hua Ling smiled on the high pole and said: "I'm not afraid either -"
Before her voice fell, Qixing, who was sitting in the courtyard and eating steamed cakes made by an old man, suddenly shouted "Hua Ling Pulling the Rope——"
With this shout, she raised her hand.
At the same time, a sharp sound broke through the air, mixed with a scream from Hua Ling.
Ah Mao stretched out his hand and pinched his neck to prevent himself from screaming, Chen Shi tightened his grip on the crossbow, the old man holding the firewood stiffened, and Meng Xichang, who was lying undressed on the ground, jumped up.
No flesh and blood flew, Hua Ling held the rope and fell down from the high pole, but just above her head, an arrow penetrated half of the steamed cake and sank into the pole, its tail feathers still trembling slightly.
This is not because the arrow penetrated the steamed cake, but because it was stopped by the steamed cake and flew up an inch. Otherwise, it would have been the flower bell that was penetrated at this moment.
There seemed to be a moment of stagnation in the courtyard, and the next moment Qixing shouted again, "Lift the Soft Curtain——"
Accompanied by her shouts, Wei Dongjia, who was standing in front of a derrick, quickly shook the oar. Hua Ling also let go of the rope and jumped to the ground. With a creaking sound, a large flag slid out of the dilapidated house.
A soft black curtain covers the courtyard.
Sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, like gravel hitting the lake surface, causing ripples.
Ripples won't hurt anyone anymore.
Hua Ling pressed her heart and looked up.
"It's too far range," she said.
It was beyond her sight.
How strong is the arm strength and eyesight of an archer?
"Maybe it's just that the bows and arrows are different." Qixing said, jumped up on the ground, and grabbed an arrow from the soft curtain.
Ah Mao came around curiously, and it looked no different.
"The weight is different." Qixing said, "This is not the arrow of the officers and soldiers."
Ah Mao asked what else, Qixing shouted: "Chen Shi, on the left -"
Over there, Chen Shi stepped on the machine button as she shouted: "Ah Mao, stop looking and turn the winch -"
A cat jumps over and shouts to turn the winch.
Accompanied by the intensive sound of crossbows, the old tea man stood at the peephole and saw a shadow approaching in the distance, but it was not a human figure, but a shield like a wall panel.
Arrows like rain fell on the shield, failing to stop the movement of the shield at all.
They are very fast.
"Ji Ma——" the old tea man couldn't help shouting.
But when the shield slid past the horse, it did not trigger the mechanism.
How is this going?
"They used a smooth boat, so they won't touch the horse." Qixing said, "Meng Xi Chang——"
Meng Xichang, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed for the past two days without even picking up firewood, stretched out his iron hand and turned a knife to pop out.
"Open the secret door." Qixing said, "Go out of the city and kill the enemy."
People rushed towards the wall like meteors, Meng Xichang followed closely behind, and the two disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
The old tea man couldn't help but get closer to the peephole and saw the two figures appearing outside. Although one was majestic and the other was slender, it was like two heavy fists hitting the shield.
There was a bang.
The shield shattered, and several figures flew behind.
