Chang Siguo stood up, half-crouched in the snow, took off the hunting bow with his left hand, and took out a long arrow from his waist with his right hand.
That damn night owl was hovering a few feet above his head, screaming continuously with an extremely unpleasant mourning sound, as if asking for credit from his master who was coming from behind, and seriously provoking his archery skills.
Before it could call for the third time, the bowstring sounded "boom", and the night owl, unable to escape, fluttered and closed its beak.
Chang Siguo took out an arrow with a secret letter rolled into it. He kicked off his left foot and a snow pit was created on the ground. He jumped out as fast as an arrow. He couldn't care less about leaving no trace in the snow. He heard There were shouts from behind, and Beirong cultivators were rushing over.
There was a loud "chirp" and a loud "bang", and a firework exploded in the air behind him.
The orange-red light illuminated the snowfield within a three-mile radius, as if it were covered with a layer of bright glow.
I also saw the strong figure running towards Sihuang City. The robe behind me was bathed in red light and fluttering.
"There! Chase!"
"Quickly intercept him, don't ask him to send the letter away,"
"Wuna barbarian, you can't run away, hand over the secret message and I will spare your life!"
Three furious men chased and roared from three directions, and a figure leapt from further away.
The same scene also happened in the Beirong camp to the west of Sihuang City. The blazing fire was competing with the camp in the north. The difference was that there were two figures running wildly on the road to Sihuang City, chasing more Beirong Lian behind them. Bodyguard.
The officers and soldiers guarding the city in Sihuang City saw the scene below and sounded the warning gong.
"The Beirong body trainers are coming, archers, prepare!"
"Spear thrower, prepare!"
"Ballista, get ready!"
With a few shouts, the soldiers at the top of the city began to work, lighting the torches in turn, removing the oilcloth, carrying arrows, winding the string of the ballistae to place the four-foot-long crossbow arrows, and the archers and spear throwers hid in the wall stacks. , nocked an arrow and held a short spear and began to prepare.
The power of body refiners has been bloody seen in these days of siege battles.
Chang Siguo stopped suddenly and shouted: "One of my own, the messenger."
The bow was drawn to the full moon, and with a "swish" sound, the arrow wrapped with the secret message was thrown in the direction of Sihuang City.
The Beirong cultivator who was chasing the closest was only more than fifty feet away from him, and he was still one hundred thirty or forty feet away from Sihuang City. If he ran further, he would enter the long-range attack range of the body refiner at the top of the city. If he was attacked by him, It was the most unjust thing to be attacked by someone. He quickly revealed his identity and shot the letter into the city so that he could concentrate on running away and dealing with the pursuit from behind.
Who knows that he is just learning the leaping technique, and the Beirong cultivators chasing behind him are all faster than him, but they just have to gradually pull away and they will not be able to catch up with him for a while.
The people on the top of the city will not believe whatever is said below, but they will still avoid attacking him to some extent.
It takes time to find the secret message sent into the city and to identify the authenticity of the secret message.
Chang Siguo thought that the way back was blocked now, so there was only one way left towards Sihuang City.
This was something he had discussed with An Xuelun. There were two retreats, forward or backward, depending on the situation.
One trouble is that there are no body refiners who know Hei Wa at the top of the city. Unlike An Xuelun, who can get through unimpeded by his face. Chang Siguo will probably have to go through some troubles, but now he can't control it.
The body refiner responsible for guarding this section of the city wall at night is Shan Liwen, the guard at the north gate of the North City. He is wearing a black robe. He has heard the conversation below and is dubious. Who knows if it is the Beirong people who are causing trouble? Fraud?
At this time, he heard a man wearing the uniform of a Bei Rong soldier not far from the city shouting that he was one of his own and claiming to be the messenger. His eyes naturally looked at the arrows that the man shot into the city. Others on the city wall, including those chasing him, The remaining Beirong cultivators looked into the sky.
The arrow passed over the city head and sank into the darkness of the city.
Shan Liwen ran to the other side of the city wall, designated a direction, and shouted: "Quickly go, a few people, find the arrows, go quickly!"
The captain who was on duty here immediately assigned a team leader and asked the team leader to take a few soldiers down to the city to look for arrows.
Shan Liwen had long heard that someone was delivering a message tonight, which would cause unusual commotion, and he was preparing to cooperate with the feint attack at the top of the city. However, the time was wrong, more than a quarter of an hour earlier, and the man who ran over looked very different. own people.
He was also worried that he had made a mistake. He was a body refiner from Sihuang City, and he only knew some of the body refiners from the Bandit Breaking Army. It was normal that he had not seen the body refiners who were still running wildly below. He shouted: "Please come to the city, Mr. Wei Zhongyu, who is resting, please come to the city." Come on..."
"Brother Shan, what do you need from me?"
The three body refiners jumped up at extremely fast speeds along the way to the upper city. The young man in brown robes running behind called out, he was a body refiner from the Bandit Breaking Army, and he was assigned here. Sections of the city wall cooperated to defend the city, and with only a few leaps, they reached the top of the city.
"Brother Wei, come on. The man below claims to be one of us who delivered the letter. Please help him take a look."
"Oh, are Brother An and the others back?"
Wei Zhongyu caught up with the city in a few steps. Following the direction of Shan Liwen's finger, he saw on the snow less than a hundred feet away from the bottom of the city wall, running wildly on the snow, holding a hunting bow in his left hand. He was wearing the robe of a Beirong soldier. Thick coat, behind him was a Beirong cultivator holding a sword. The distance between the two sides was quickly closing, and there were two more people chasing him further away.
In the Beirong camp ten miles away, there were dots of torches, forming a large area.
There are still two burning fires that are extinguishing. I don’t know what the fuss is about.
By the light of the torch on the city wall, Wei Zhongyu used his eyesight, looked down and carefully identified for a while, and shouted loudly: "Which brother is this below the city? I'm sorry that Wei is blind and didn't recognize him." You can't tell how dark the man's face is. who is it?
Chang Siguo raised his head and shouted loudly: "The bandit-breaking army, the outpost Zuo Wei's warehouse guard, Hei Wa, on the order of Brother An Xuelun, came to deliver the message." He could only identify himself in this way, otherwise he would still be allowed to How to say?
The sound was booming and could be heard clearly from three miles away.
There was an uproar in the city. Are there such powerful warehouse guards?
Able to fight out from the thousands of soldiers and horses of Beirong.
Chang Siguo let out a sigh of relief, and his feet suddenly slowed down.
After he finished shouting, the bearded cultivator from Beirong behind him also caught up to him and was only five feet away from him. When he heard the other party announce his identity and said he was a warehouse guard, the bearded cultivator almost exploded with anger.
When will it be the turn of a warehouse guard to go wild in the Beirong camp?
This is deliberately meant to humiliate them.
The bearded man laughed angrily and shouted: "That's right, that's right. We, the little soldiers of Beirong, come to Nanping to show our faces to the barbarians."
He deliberately retorted and stepped hard on his foot, bursting with speed, leaping forward and stabbing the still running Nanmanzi in the back with the long sword in his hand.
He hated this guy who shot the letter into the city. He was only at the True Yuan realm, and it was like entering a deserted land all the way, breaking through the layers of patrol checkpoints they had arranged. It was a shame and a huge humiliation.
Wei Zhongyu at the top of the city was a little confused. He racked his brains, but he had never heard of a figure like Hei Wa in the bandit-breaking army.
He definitely doesn't believe in the identity of the guard of the other party's warehouse. Why is he, a dignified body refiner, guarding the warehouse?
Being able to tell An Xuelun's name forced him to be cautious. Was the person coming here perhaps a helper invited by Brother An? He deliberately concealed his name and didn't want the Beirong cultivators to know?
Just as he was about to let another body refiner with a bow and arrow in hand deal with the pursuers, the Beirong cultivator who was chasing him said something else, but his actions were exactly the opposite. He was running towards the warrior with a strange posture and speed. Heiwa is not fast enough.
Wei Zhongyu was a little undecided. It was really a problem. Should he help or not?
What if it was one of our own who didn't help at the critical moment? Wouldn't An Xuelun be blamed to death when he returned to the city?
However, if Lao An and the others fell into the hands of the Beirong thieves and used this to deceive them to look like the real thing, and took the opportunity to launch an siege at night, the stakes would be too high. He couldn't bear this responsibility, and he didn't want to bear it. Unexpected disaster.
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