It's like the tinkling creek in the mountains in May, making people's eardrums feel like feet. Walking through its coolness and clarity, one can't help but appreciate the ruthless heat of summer...
But, this is just an illusion!
Because everyone knows its true face: it is a disguised death knell. Its ringing is just to announce to the man who is like a fairy: time is up, it is over!
"Are you so sure? Haha..."
Zhang Baoer suddenly laughed, rejecting the usual reunion language in the world in a very ungentlemanly way, and threw his mocking eyes and laughter at her without any concealment.
But Le Yurou didn't have any special reaction. Her eyes were still as calm as a bright mirror caught in the wind, not ripples like lake water.
"hehe……"
She smiled as her long skirt swayed, like a beautiful flower. After arranging her hair that was blown to the corner of her mouth, she said with a smile:
"Young Master is still the same... he likes to scare people."
"without!"
Zhang Baoer smiled and shook his head, then looked at her as if he were an idiot, put away his sword, and unhooked a rectangular wooden box from the back of the unicorn horse with his free hand.
"hiss!"
Wow!
Before the wooden box was opened, there was a sound of gasping and the sound of armor rubbing subconsciously as they retreated. No need to guess, everyone knew what was inside the wooden box - the name of the piano demon was as loud as the thunder.
, what else could there be?!
Sure enough, in front of everyone, Zhang Baoer took out a long piano and placed it on the horse. He then put a space ring he took out on his middle finger.
"this……"
Seeing this Qin, Le Yurou's expression finally changed, but her body that was about to retreat was froze by her, and her expression instantly calmed down, and she turned to sneer:
"I know that Young Master is extraordinary. Do you think...Young Master thinks it can help you break through the siege?! Hahaha... There are 120,000 people here. Can Young Master kill them all?"
"There's no end to the killing!"
Zhang Baoer did not refute, he answered like this:
"Although most people will choose to retreat when facing me directly, the few people who will choose to take risks for glory are not something I can kill, not to mention you still have tens of thousands of crossbowmen... But!"
Having said this, Zhang Baoer smiled solemnly, paused for a moment, and then continued:
"I want to bet that I can break through the arrows and rush into the crowd..."
Creak...
The crowd suddenly trembled and their pupils shrank - he was so confident!
Just as he said, if he breaks into the crowd:
"I'm 50% sure that I can kill them... 90%, no! It's 100%! Hehe, I'm 100% sure that I can kill the people from Wanbao Pavilion and the three commanders of the Three Kingdoms! Hahahaha..."
Crazy laughter filled the calm before the storm, and at the same time, the sword was already in his hand again.
"retreat!"
Shan Lao and others were shocked, and without hesitation turned the saber-toothed tiger's head and retreated back.
"Eh?!"
Just as Le Yurou was about to turn around, her body suddenly stagnated and turned back.
This time, she no longer maintained the calm and calm appearance of a saint, but became ferocious and sneered loudly:
"Hahaha……"
Hearing the sound, Zhang Baoer secretly screamed, because the panicked people stopped commotion because of her laughter.
Le Yurou, who also saw this situation, her pupils suddenly shone with light, and a smile from the heart gradually replaced the ferocious look on her face, and she shouted:
"What a piano demon! What a scheming move! Let me ask you, do you know the probability of breaking through the sniper attack of nearly 30,000 crossbowmen?! Hahaha... you tell me!"
"you guess!"
"you……"
Zhang Baoer's ambiguous answer made Le Yurou furious. She had always been a proud person, but this person... could ignore her beauty and intelligence and be aggressive...
However, her counterattack came to an abrupt end because she discovered that Zhang Baoer no longer looked at her, but instead looked at his people...
"Chief..."
Guided by the influence and reaction of Le Yurou's words, the frightened third company commander subconsciously turned around.
"Comrades..."
Hearing these three words, the remaining ninety people among the hundred people all cast their eyes back.
"Please...please give instructions from the chief!"
Looking at the faces that were either still firm or had lost their courage and trust, Zhang Baoer felt extremely heavy, but when he thought of the word 'alive', he tried to calm his mind and breathing, and then said slowly:
"This is my last military order..."
The ninety people were silent, and the 'iron bucket' in the distance also remained quiet. Everyone wanted to know what the piano demon wanted to do.
Le Yurou was impatient and urged the people around her to release arrows without giving him time, but the crossbowmen did not listen to her.
Seeing this, she stopped forcing it, because she suddenly understood why Shan Lao and others and the commander-in-chief of the Three Kingdoms did not give the order - they were afraid that their orders would attract the attention of Qin Mo, and that he would go to court with the intention of dying together.
The first person to attack him rushed towards him; as for the secret order... it was obviously unrealistic, because more people meant that it was difficult to integrate.
Whether subconsciously, pretending, or from the heart... Zhang Baoer did not stop the soldiers in the city: he puffed up his chest, turned the war chicken's head, and gave him a military salute.
"Please give instructions, chief!"
Zhang Baoer returned a military salute to them with his trembling right hand, then closed his eyes and sighed softly:
"Lay down your weapons... Surrender!"
"this……"
Wow…
The ninety people looked blank, and those in the distance were in an uproar because they all thought they had heard wrongly.
The third company commander stared blankly at Zhang Baoer, who still had his eyes closed. His eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long time, his body suddenly trembled, and hot tears flowed from his eyes, passing through his resolute face and...
His cultivation level is not the highest, nor is his strength the strongest. The reason why he can become the third company commander is because his dream is sacred enough, his heart to pursue the dream is firm enough, and his consciousness is high...
As a result, he not only became the third company commander, but also became the person who was least willing to accept the final order.
But! He suddenly got off his cock, stood at attention, and shouted:
"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"
The meaning of these six words spread to the ears of countless people with his high-pitched and seemingly lonely voice. For some reason, the surroundings suddenly fell into a long period of dead silence, and you could hear a pin drop, until those eighty-nine people woke up.
Ding Ling clang...
The sound of metal falling to the ground was heard. When it was over, the eighty-nine people with bare hands also got off the fighting chicken, and faced Zhang Baoer like a benchmark and gave a military salute:
"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"
Then, after the heavy steps of the third company commander with tears on his face, they lowered their heads and walked towards Le Yurou.
Zhang Baoer clenched his fists fiercely, still closing his eyes, listening to their retreating footsteps with his ears. He didn't know whether they could survive, but he knew that his order might have destroyed the faith in their hearts...
Not all of those ninety people felt as deep grief as the third company commander, most of them had a frightened heart - they were afraid, afraid that they would be the target of being used, and that they would be used by the man who seemed to be a human being but was actually a human being.
It is the leader of the demon, used as a human shield to survive...
In fact, they overthink it. The last thing Zhang Baoer knows how to do is to take advantage of his own people. His heart is not ruthless enough to be called a tyrant or a traitor. He himself is not willing to be a hero, so: he cannot rule the roost!
Three feet!
Four feet!
Five feet!
…
"Chief!!!"
Just as he was silently reciting Shi Zhang, a horrified roar suddenly rang out, and Zhang Baoer suddenly opened his eyes!
"No!"
His pupils quickly turned into a color mixed with endless grief, anger and regret!
"No!!!"
He yelled, but it was useless!
It was useless for him to shed tears! But he couldn't help but shed them!
Because, dozens of big flags were being thrown down without hesitation, and tens of thousands of bowstrings sounded one after another...
Boom~~~
Densely packed sharp arrows covered the sky, and with the sound of sharp wind, they roared towards where the third company commander, Zhang Baoer and others were!
Too fast...and too much...there is no way to avoid it, let alone go to rescue!
"drive!"
However, Zhang Baoer still rushed out, he wanted to save people...even if he could only save one person!
At this moment, the tragic voices of the third company commander and others also came out:
"What a cruel heart!"
"Chief, run away!"
"Revenge us..."
"ah……"
In the pitiful cry of "ah", sword rain fell, piercing them and nailing them to the ground, or failed to nail them to the ground, or they had no place to fix and were caught by earlier arrows...
After a round of arrow rain, a hill rose up there. The hill was covered with dense black thorns. When the wind blew, they trembled slightly, or they were too dense to emit the smell of blood buried underneath.
The world fell into a long dead silence, all breaths were held, all eyes were cast here, only the wind... was still blowing, as if it was a low sigh from the sky.
In this world, or other worlds, there is nothing more tragic than cannibalism, but this kind of sadness will last forever, like an irresolvable curse...
"Dead?!"
"Are you dead?!"
"should……"
…
Everyone was staring at the Arrow Mountain, their eyes bulging and their throats surging like countless scaled frogs.
I don't know how long it took, one, two, three... the voices of discussion continued. Although everyone said "dead", for some reason, they didn't really believe it in their hearts...
"Should be dead!"
Behind the human wall, on another hill, facing his beloved disciple who had just arrived and looked at him inquiringly, Shan Lao pondered for a moment and gave his answer.
Not only does he have an answer, he also has his own reasons:
"About twenty years ago, I witnessed five thousand crossbowmen guarding the city kill a demon king with dark gold arrows. The demon king was an armored cow with hard leather, but he still died from the dark gold arrows.
!Although... I don't know what kind of monster that Zhang Bao'er is, but the possibility that his defense power is stronger than that of the armored ox should be... small."
After hearing this, everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief, and Mr. Shan’s nephew couldn’t help but praise:
"Fortunately, that beast was stupid and gave me time to wait for the unified order, haha! Thousands of arrows were fired... No! More than 30,000 arrows were fired! If not, he might have been looking for something.
There is a gap, and you have escaped! Hehe, uncle is still wise!"
"Don't talk nonsense! If the two pavilion masters hadn't come forward, how would we have the chance to integrate the power of the Three Kingdoms to eliminate this harm?!"
That's true, but can anyone see that Mr. Shan has no intention of blaming his nephew? Didn't anyone see that his head was raised?
The two pavilion masters beside him snorted with a smile and turned their heads elsewhere. Because of this, Mr. Shan's eyes fell sideways on the shoulders of one of the pavilion masters, who lowered their heads and looked a little bit.
On the lost Le Yurou.
"Rou'er! What's wrong?"
Le Yurou forced a smile, shook her head and said with a smile:
"I just wish I could kill that beast with my own hands and avenge my father and younger brother...so I feel terrible..."
"ah?!"
She did not say the word 'pity' because her voice was interrupted by the screams and astonishment in front of them. Their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly looked up at the Arrow Mountain.
It's not the wind! It's the arrow! It's the arrow... No! It's the mountain of arrows that's moving! It's constantly contracting and expanding like a breathing chest!
"not good……"
Shan Lao shouted.
But as soon as the words were spoken, the black arrow mountain was suddenly recovered, and then...
boom!
A huge sound suddenly came, and the Dark Gold Arrow Mountain was like an exploding straw pile. Thousands of broken arrows or whole arrows were shot out, and they fell in all directions without accuracy.
In the blink of an eye, the top of Arrow Mountain disappeared, just like the appearance of a dormant volcano after an eruption. A large bowl-shaped crater with a radius of several feet and a depth of several feet appeared on the top of the small mountain.
昘昘……
The sound of metal friction came from the pit, cutting people's souls like invisible blunt knives, causing them to take half a step or a step back, or fall to the ground...
In the hundreds of thousands of pairs of pupils that are difficult to focus, in the sunlight that has turned golden due to the near dusk, there is a man covered in blood, with more than a dozen arrows stuck in his right leg and buttocks, with bloody long hair and pure white hair.
A young man with long hair came out.
There was no injury on his face, but everyone knew that there was injury in his heart, because his scarlet pupils were crying!
He held a harp in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. Regardless of the damage caused by the arrow tip to his feet, he walked out of the pit and then went down the arrow slope...
There is no pure land under Arrow Mountain, except for the scattered arrows, and the blood that finally seeped out from under Arrow Mountain!
Bang bang bang...
He stepped on the arrows and blood, walked a dozen steps and stopped on clean land.
bite!
Boom!
Sip sip sip...
The sword and harp were inserted into the soil by him. Amidst the trembling of the sword and the harp strings, he pulled out the arrows on his right leg and hip one by one and threw them away!
Silence!
For a long time, no one disturbed him. It was not until he reached for the last arrow that the sad shouts of Shan Lao and Le Yurou sounded:
"Hurry up and shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow! Shoot!"
"Kill him!!!"
Swish, swish, swish...
Zhizhizhi...
Many people woke up suddenly, but less than half of them had nocked the arrows, because the hands of the other half were trembling and could not hold the arrows at all...
"put!"
Shan Lao's eyes were splitting, and he didn't dare to wait. When only a few people were ready, he resolutely issued the order!
Or because they were distracted, after hearing his cry, some flag-bearers bypassed their superiors and obeyed his instructions. The flag was raised and then fell down with force!
Boom boom boom…
** Thousands of sharp arrows appeared in the sky again. Although about 30% of them fell down midway due to hasty shooting, more than 6,000 arrows were still shot over like a swarm of roaring murder bees.
but!
"hey-hey!"
He suddenly laughed!
There were not many arrows flying this time, so many people could see through the gaps in the arrow cloud and see his eyes filled with coldness and tears...
"kill!"
In the hoarse killing sound, people could only see him lifting his long harp and lifting his sword, and then... they couldn't see him anymore.
Because the arrows were shot from all directions, the approach of the arrows made the gaps in the space smaller and disappear, eventually blocking their sight.
"No……"
Some people said no, their pupils were trembling. They were all the best in the army, with extraordinary eyesight. The reason why they said no was because their eyes told themselves: He disappeared because of his extremely fast speed.
No trace!
Duh duh duh…
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
Toot toot toot…
Amidst the different sound of falling arrows, a few blood flowers bloomed and disappeared in the pitiful rays of sunlight and arrow gaps. A ghostly and blurry figure intertwined with red, white, black, silver and yellow appeared in the rain of arrows.
flickered out at the end of , approaching quickly...
"Cum!!!"
"shoot!!!"
"Fire arrows!!!"
…
Dozens of heart-wrenching "shooting" orders were heard everywhere in the army. No one paid attention to or cared about the panic in these orders, because their hearts were also terrified!
Many crossbowmen drew their bows and shot arrows long before they gave the order. This was a subconscious behavior. Driven by fear, they were fighting for themselves——
They didn't want the figure to get even an inch closer to them, and they didn't even want it to move an inch, regardless of whether the direction it moved was towards them or not.
"kill!"
If the murderous cry of cannibalism comes from that figure again, wherever he passes, there are not only afterimages, but also red blood and crystal tears.
The afterimage disappears in a flash! The same is true for blood and tears - the earth is not only dry but also too big, and the blood and tears are too small compared to it.
"kill!"
Although there are countless other sounds, making noise everywhere...but!
It seems that there is only this one voice left in the world... No!
There is also a blurry figure and a dim, ruthless sun.
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