Old Man Mo shook his wrist slightly, held the torch steady, and lit it on a pile of military uniforms.
Chang Siguo ran quickly, lighting cotton fur everywhere, and in an instant, smoke billowed and flames erupted in the warehouse.
A few strands of messy gray hair on Old Man Mo's forehead broke free from his bun and flew lonely. He threw the two torches at the volume with some regret, and shouted: "Heiwa, let's go, retreat to the central military camp... cough cough... …”
Perhaps he was choked by the swirling smoke. The old man suddenly bent over and coughed violently, almost tripping over the messy items.
Chang Si was too busy and threw away the torch. He took a few steps forward and put one hand on the old man's armpit. He lifted the old man, who weighed less than a hundred kilograms, with his toes almost touching the ground. He ran out of the burning warehouse and rushed out of the warehouse. We walked out of the gate and ran to the small school field. There were soldiers running for their lives everywhere in the snow.
The soldiers who had transported supplies in front of them had already disappeared without a trace. On the snow with messy footprints, you could see the tracks left by a series of saws. Those guys who were usually slow to do things escaped very quickly.
Countless tents were glowing with red fire, and the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer.
The "bang, bang" sound of the golden gong coming from the direction of the central military camp suddenly turned into a rapid succession of attacks.
Old Man Mo said anxiously: "Only half a word left... Ahem, let's go..." Struggling to run by himself, Chang thought about where he was willing to let go. Taking an old man with him wouldn't be too much of a burden on him, so he continued to walk. Run southwest.
If there weren't random soldiers blocking his way in the snow, he could run and fly.
Half a word of time is equivalent to about two and a half minutes on Earth. The journey to the Chinese military camp is only a few miles away, but if you have to take a detour to avoid the obstacles of vertical and horizontal trenches, it is more than this distance.
As Chang Siguo ran, he heard the sound of hooves and the screams of dying horses. He chased him up to a hundred paces away. It would definitely not work if he continued like this. There were too many soldiers blocking his way, and he couldn't increase his speed at all.
He was told to run rampant and ignore the lives of other fleeing soldiers, but he couldn't do it. He put the old man on the ground, bent down slightly, and shouted: "I will run with you on my back!"
Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Mo Xing, who was still hesitating. He put his backhand on his back and shouted, "Hold on."
His feet were like wheels, rushing towards the due west direction where there were few people in Xianzhao.
Mo Xing said anxiously: "Wrong..."
Being hit by the icy headwind, he coughed again and was out of breath and speechless.
"That's right!"
Chang Siguo yelled and ran faster.
If his right hand hadn't hooked the old man's waist, with his sprinting speed, the old man would have been thrown away long ago.
He suddenly emerged from the ranks of fleeing soldiers and was immediately greeted by two sharp arrows.
Chang Siguo seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He swayed to the side and dodged the arrow that hit the old man's vest. With a swipe, he flew away and disappeared from the sight of the chasing horse.
"It's a body refiner..."
There were several faint calls from behind, and it was unclear whether they were from the fleeing soldiers or the chasing cavalry.
Chang Siguo ran not far away and encountered the first ditch.
There is a big difference between the trenches that isolate various departments in the military camp and the protective trenches outside the military camp. They are only about ten feet wide without erecting fences.
Chang Siguo rushed up to the snow bank of the mud pile without stopping. He pushed off his feet and leaped into the air like a big eagle. The wind roared in his ears. He drew an arc in the air and landed behind the snow pile on the opposite side. As soon as he found his bearings, he jumped and ran quickly again, walking through the gaps between the burning tents and taking a shortcut to the nearby Chinese military camp.
Mo Xing hugged Hei Wa's shoulders tightly and closed his mouth tightly to prevent the cold wind from filling his mouth.
Master Tian's guess was right. Hei Wa really became a body trainer by relying on the military training method.
It's a pity that Boss Tian is too cautious. He wants to take Heiwa into his own hands, but also has to worry about Mr. Ke's thoughts. He just asked him to keep an eye on Heiwa's whereabouts. If any body refiners or other generals come to contact Heiwa, Report immediately.
This is a body refiner who was born and raised in the army, not a master trained by the sect with his nostrils pointing to the sky. He is naturally closer to the military camp, and it is easier to gain loyalty.
Mo Xing considered waiting to escape this disaster and recommended Heiwa to Tian Xiangan. Even if he could not be accepted, he could still recommend it to the higher-up Commander Zhuang instead of waiting until Mr. Ke's term ends next year before taking action.
Otherwise, Mr. Tian will not be able to get even a small amount of credit if he is favored by other commanders and generals.
The golden gong was still ringing urgently, but Chang Siguo, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped and stuck his feet firmly in the snow. Reflecting the light of the fire, he saw that the area along the ridge of the ditch opposite was full of horses. Behind them stood half-crouched soldiers half-drawing their bows.
The arrow pointed at him, flashing with a faint cold light, and he was waiting in full swing.
The trench in the central military camp area across Dandan in front is about three to four feet wide.
Chang Siguo was still about ten feet away from the trench. His original intention was to jump down from the trench and then climb up with the help of a heavy knife to save himself time. He did not have the ability to jump across such a wide trench in one step. He could jump at most He was more than two feet away, but he didn't know there would be such a formation waiting on the opposite side.
But after thinking about it, it should be like this. Since the Chinese army camp ordered the entire army to shrink, there must be follow-up measures to deal with the Beirong thieves who stole the camp. He had not thought of this before because he lacked experience.
All the tents within two hundred steps on the opposite side were dismantled and moved far away, so as not to give the enemy cavalry a chance to use rockets to ignite them and create chaos.
All that was left were roadblocks arranged at regular intervals to stop the horses, layer upon layer.
A tall and sturdy man wearing light armor and a helmet stood up from behind the trench and shouted to Chang Siguo, who was shining in the light of the burning tent: "Sir, I'm sorry, please go around the North Bridge or the East Bridge. The trench is strictly closed to traffic.”
With an old pawn on his back, he could run faster than a galloping horse. Who else could he be but a body refiner?
The warriors in the army could not run at the speed of 30% to 40% even with bare hands on such a windy and snowy day.
It's just that the body refiner opposite has a strange face and is wearing a coarse short cotton robe worn by a soldier in the army. I don't know why?
Chang thought about it and asked: "Which way is closer?"
There were sounds of fighting everywhere behind him. He didn't want to get caught in the siege of enemy cavalry, and being bumped into by Beirong's physical trainers would be even more troublesome.
The uncle stretched out his hand and pointed to the road: "The east bridge is closer."
Chang Siguo turned around and glanced behind him, stopped talking, and ran around the trench. A line of snow and dust rose up behind him, and he was far away in an instant, making all the soldiers on the other side of the trench envious.
After running forward for about twenty breaths, the sound of the golden gong suddenly stopped.
Old Man Mo, who had been silent all this time, exclaimed: "What's wrong, the wooden trench bridge is going to burn down."
As soon as he finished speaking, flames shot into the sky in front of him, and faint sounds of pleading came from the wind.
Chang Siguo's heart sank, the time hadn't come yet, why did he stop the gong early?
He used his speed to the extreme, bypassing the extra soldiers running for their lives on the road, and soon arrived near the East Bridge. He smelled the strong and pungent smell of kerosene, looked at the flames soaring into the sky, and sighed helplessly.
Such a fierce fire, halfway through the fire, it was so burned that it was dizzy and unable to distinguish its direction.
If you step on the wrong side and fall into a trench that is more than ten feet deep and filled with blazing flames, how can you still survive?
More and more soldiers gathered at the bridge, all with earth-colored faces. Some were pleading, while others were yelling at the other side.
Old Man Mo broke free from Chang Siguo's back, looked back at the shadowy cavalry in the distance, and gave a wry smile. The enemy cavalry came too fast, and for the safety of the Chinese camp, he ended the golden gong order early.
But they killed the soldiers and generals who had fallen behind.
