He Zhenzhong gritted his teeth, passed his right hand from his waist, took out the previously captured head, then pointed it at the rock wall and stabbed it.
when.
Sizzling, sparks kept flying.
Click.
The head was stuck in a gap and stabilized.
He Zhenzhong's body was hanging there in the air.
Yuan Bao and others even saw that his hands had been scratched by the rock wall and were covered in blood.
"You see, impulsiveness can't solve any problems. Let's go."
Lei Zhan turned around and left. He would definitely save An Ran, for sure.
The three Yuanbao people turned around and stared at the figure who kept trying to push up, slowly climbed up again, struggled to find support with his scratched hands, and climbed up little by little. They felt very uncomfortable.
Taste.
For the first time, they had doubts about what they had learned from foreign troops.
Aren't soldiers supposed to be angry and have boiling blood?
In their minds, the words He Zhenzhong yelled at Lei Zhan on that stormy night suddenly echoed. Looking back now, maybe He Zhenzhong was really right.
"Leave quickly."
"yes."
Yuan Bao and the others took a deep breath, grabbed their guns, and left with Lei Zhan.
Hua Hua Hua.
when.
When they heard a faint sound, they knew that the guy must have slipped again, but they also knew that the guy would never give up.
Glancing back, they saw the lonely figure on the rock wall, struggling to climb up. Looking at the weathered rocks that kept falling, for some unknown reason, the three of them suddenly felt their noses sore.
.
It was obviously none of his business and not his mission, so why did he come here and risk death? Moreover, in order to buy time, he also chose a method that almost led to a narrow escape from death.
On the rock wall.
Gritting his teeth, He Zhenzhong's expression did not change at all. He just kept reaching out, looking for a place to borrow strength, and then grabbed hard, sliding his body close to the rock wall, moving up, lifting his feet, and stepping on it.
As for whether he would fall to his death, he didn't know, but sometimes, even if he knew that there was a dead end ahead, he had to go on.
Click.
Wow.
The foot felt loose again, and the weathered rock couldn't bear it any longer. It instantly shattered and rolled down.
Snapped.
He spread his fingers and grasped the cracks in the rock wall tightly. Due to excessive exertion, his knuckles were already white as snow. On the back of his hand, green veins stood out, looking a little ferocious, like curved lines.
Big blue earthworm.
"Ah." He shouted loudly, relying on the power of his five fingers to stabilize his body, and then kept kicking his feet on the rock wall, looking for a place to borrow strength.
When he stepped on it, he slowly pulled out his finger, but the tip of his finger had been torn by the rock and was dripping with blood.
With their fingers connected to their hearts, waves of huge pain surged in like a tide, and He Zhenzhong's forehead was immediately covered with a layer of fine sweat.
He kept clenching his teeth, held back, stretched out his hand, and continued to use his bloody fingers to feel for a place to support.
Grab it, hold it tightly, and push it up.
His body slowly rose.
This goes around and over again, and He Zhenzhong keeps climbing towards the top of the mountain outside the gate of hell.
And behind him, a dazzling line of blood was left on the rock wall.
after an hour.
From the bottom of the mountain up, only a small black spot can be seen.
The higher you go, the stronger the wind becomes, and the weathering of the rocks becomes more serious. Many times, He Zhenzhong has to put his fingers into the narrow cracks in the mountain again and again, letting his fingers be bruised and bruised, and then use his strength to move upward.
.
By the time he was halfway through the climb, he was almost exhausted, sweat was pouring from his head, and his fingers were in terrible shape, and even the nail caps had fallen off.
But he didn't give up.
As he said before, if you give up, you can only wait until he dies.
This is the belief of a soldier, the belief of a true iron-blooded soldier.
The sky got darker little by little.
Mountain top.
Two cultists in black and white robes were leaning against a boulder, smoking and puffing away at the smoke.
"Tell me, those guys have water in their heads, and they actually asked us to guard this place."
"Yes, even a monkey can't climb this cliff, let alone a human."
"Hey, the grand ceremony is about to start. It seems that we are out of luck."
"Yeah, it's a rare occurrence in decades. I heard that pagans are used to offer sacrifices to the sky and then used to feed mythical beasts." A guy said. He didn't hear anything. He was a little confused and raised his head, "What's wrong with you?"
The guy's face was frightened and dull, and the cigarette butt in his mouth suddenly fell, "You, you, you."
"What are you doing?" As soon as the guy said this, he suddenly realized something was wrong. There was an extra shadow on the ground.
He turned his head subconsciously and immediately widened his eyes.
A man covered in blood and dust was standing behind him, his clothes were soaked through, and his body was shaking, especially his hands, which were bloody and dripping with blood. It looked very scary, like
Like a demon crawling out of hell.
"ah."
call.
boom.
After being hit on the neck, the guy tilted his head and his screams stopped abruptly. He couldn't figure out how someone could climb up from the mountain wall known as the peak, where even monkeys couldn't climb.
The other guy was so frightened that his face turned pale, his hands and feet were weak, and he sat down on the ground all of a sudden, his body shaking, "You, you, don't, don't come over, I, I, I, I am protected by Almighty God..."
Snapped.
His palms, which had been bleeding all the time, came crashing down.
That guy wanted to hide, but unfortunately, he was just an ordinary person, how could he hide?
boom.
When his neck hurt, he fell down.
Phew, He Zhenzhong fell back and fell down, lying on the ground, breathing heavily. Although it was painful, he still did it, didn't he? Just like many things, it seems difficult, but when you calm down and concentrate
When you do it, you find that you can actually accomplish it.
After lying down for a while, he stood up, tied up the two knocked unconscious guys with clothes, then put on the black and white Taoist robes, and headed down the mountainside.
And on a flat land halfway up the mountain, there were many torches lit around it.
An Ran, who was injured, pale and weak, was tied to a wooden stake. There were a lot of dry firewood piled at her feet.
She will be burned to death to worship the gods...