Nestled in the dug-out snow, the two of them were covered in heavy snow. From a close look, they looked like two slightly protruding snowdrifts. They were not very eye-catching. Such similar snowdrifts were too common in the wilderness.
Another half hour passed, and no one came to disturb me.
An Xuelun stood up and shook off the thick snow all over his body, and said to another snowdrift about ten feet away: "Heiwa, please stay for a while and pay attention to the movement around. I'll go get my clothes and arrows. It's almost time. Let's finish it early." Let’s make two jugs of wine and find a warm cave to rest.”
A dull "hmm" came from under the snowdrift.
After carefully smoothing the uncovered snowdrifts and telling Hei Wa to be vigilant, An Xuelun left the place with fluttering robes.
The heavy snow rustled and fell endlessly, as if it would fall forever.
This time, An Xuelun returned very quickly. He came back quickly with a bundle of clothes in his arms in just over a quarter of an hour.
Go nearby and call out Heiwa, who is still hiding in the snowdrift and has not moved.
Chang Siguo put on a thick gray coat that was smelly and smeared with grease at the breast and cuffs worn by the Beirong soldiers, and a dirty white smock that was covered in the snow to hide his whereabouts. Chang Siguo tied the quiver to his waist. The remaining arrows are enough for him to move.
His trophy spears and the swords captured by An Xuelun were buried in the snow to mark them. They were going to fight for their lives. It was not advisable to bring too many burdens that would affect the action.
"Come on, brother, let's go and stir things up so that the Beirong thieves can't live in peace."
An Xuelun was in a very good mood, and with a heroic wave of his hand, he took the lead to go south.
Chang Siguo bent over and followed closely, occasionally waving his sleeves to clear the footprints left by his breathing in the snow.
The snow was boundless, and the sky ahead glowed slightly. They were almost there.
…
A group of five people, carrying knives and guns, lined up in a long, sloping line, creaking, creaking, stepping on the thick snow to patrol the camp in the cold wind and heavy snow.
Occasionally, someone would yawn, causing yawns to ensue. Even though he was wrapped in a thick coat and a fur hat that covered his ears, he still couldn't resist the ubiquitous cold wind that penetrated his collar and cuffs.
The man walking in front held a torch, huddled his neck in the raised collar, and shouted: "Brothers, we will be at Chouzheng soon. We have half an hour to go. Cheer up and be careful not to fall." I fell asleep in the snow nest. It’s freezing in this cold weather.”
There were only a few responses from behind, and everyone was listless, sleepy and cold.
For those patrolling the camp on a cold, windy and snowy night, it was a kind of suffering like cutting their flesh with a dull knife.
The leading man had no way to blame, so he shut up and stopped making noise.
The queue turned around and headed towards the camp. A white figure suddenly jumped out of the snow. He quietly pushed down the tall man walking at the end of the team. After about a breath, the white figure let go of the motionless figure on the ground and picked up the leather. Putting the hat on his head, he followed the queue seriously.
He stretched out his dirty sleeves and wiped his face carelessly a few times. His already dark face was suddenly covered with oily filth. He was wearing a hat and couldn't tell his true face. It was Chang who had lurked within three miles of the camp. Think about it.
Without disturbing the sleepy soldiers in front, he imitated them by raising the collars of their thick coats, hunching their necks, pulling down the brim of their leather hats, leaving only their eyes hidden in the shadows, and wrapping their hands tightly in their sleeves, He hunched his waist and walked weakly, absorbing all the true energy in his body into his meridians.
He glanced at the place five feet away to the right where the torch could not illuminate, and made a thumbs-up gesture with his right hand.
An Xuelun was crawling on the snow, camouflaged by a white burqa, almost blending in with the snow. This way he could avoid disturbing the night owl standing on the roof of the tent. An Xuelun gave a thumbs-up gesture and watched the patrol. The queue walked away, then used all four limbs to move flexibly in the snow, crawling towards the corpses of Beirong soldiers left in the snow.
He had to drag the body to a distant place and bury it to prevent other patrol soldiers from discovering it and exposing Hei Wa's whereabouts prematurely.
Chang Siguo followed the patrol team for about a word, and met a team of patrol soldiers coming from the south. The leader held up a high torch and asked lazily: "The password?"
The leader on the other side glanced sideways and said, "Huya Mountain. Reply?"
"Pyracantha."
The teams from both sides passed by each other without any unnecessary exchanges, and they didn't even have the energy to look at each other.
The biting cold wind in the second half of the night had already blown away the little vitality of the soldiers.
After passing the westernmost tent and continuing to walk south, Chang Siguo tilted his head and took a few glances. In front of the tent, there was a pole tree about ten feet high, with a light yellow gauze lamp tied to it at a person's height. Swaying in the wind and snow, the light emitted did not illuminate very far, and no night owl was found standing on the top of the tent.
Also, in such a heavy snowstorm, no matter how powerful a bird is, it will freeze into a stiff bird if left in the open air for a long time, right?
He stared at a young man walking out of a tent wearing an ordinary white robe. He had soft features, bright eyes and long eyebrows. He wore his hair in a bun with an ebony hairpin. He had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He walked calmly and calmly, unlike a military camp. Clerk.
Chang Siguo immediately pretended to yawn greatly, and raised his left hand tucked into his sleeve to wipe the corners of his eyes, covering most of his face.
His yawn infected the soldiers in front of him, causing them to yawn one after another.
The young man in the robe glanced at the patrolling soldiers who were yawning twenty feet away. His eyes rested on Chang Siguo, who was at the end of the team. He stayed for a moment longer, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and walked lightly on the snow to the left.
A group of five people walked about three miles south. In the wind and snow, the walls of Sihuang City were vaguely visible in the dim light.
The patrol team turned to the east, and Chang Siguo followed for a while, lying quietly on the snow, like a big white lizard, swimming toward the southwest, stopping to observe and listen for a moment after every step of the way.
After crossing the inspection area five miles away from Sihuang City, Chang Siguo did not stop and dived smoothly all the way to a distance of about two miles close to the city wall. The windy and snowy weather, as An Xuelun said, really helped them a lot, Beirong People's inspections have been relaxed a lot.
It took him so long to encounter two teams of sentries and one team of mounted sentries, both of which he avoided in advance.
The body trainers who were patrolling with the team were still impatient. They sat on their horses and cursed at the other sentries. They were in a very unhappy mood.
There was an inconspicuous noise from behind, and a few sounds drifted in the wind.
"...release the night owl quickly, someone...sneaked into the camp..."
"...increase...the sentry..."
Chang Siguo listened for a moment and heard that it was coming from the northeast. It should be the sentry team he was following. Finally, it was discovered that one person was missing. His whereabouts were exposed, but in such a large area, they would be looking for him for a while. If you don’t get there, you have to be careful about the night owls flying into the sky.
Chang Siguo sped up and approached Sihuang City. He had only crawled a few dozen feet when he heard a faint cry from behind:
"...The water has leaked, the water has leaked, put out the fire quickly!"
"...An assassin has sneaked in!"
It was An Xuelun who set the fire in advance to attract the attention of the Beirong people and help him relieve the pressure.
Chang Siguo glanced back and saw that the fire head was divided into two places, which were a bit far apart. I wonder how An Xuelun did it?
Continuing to move forward, I heard a team of riders urging their horses to run north, and the sound of treading on the snow could be heard passing a hundred feet away.
This is better, as it can make the slight traces left by his crawling difficult to determine the direction.
The Sihuang City was clearly visible. There were more torches on the wall. Soldiers could be seen whispering to each other and looking at the firelight of the Beirong camp in the distance. They were obviously happy to hear about the chaos in the Beirong camp.
"O-quack!"
Above his head, a sharp cry like a night owl suddenly came, startling the crawling Chang Siguo.
Hell, he was discovered by the Night Owl released by Beirong cultivators!
