"Let me know the letter quickly."
Shan Liwen glared hard at Wei Zhongyu, who was asking for a fight, lowered his voice and said sternly: "Without the orders of several generals, leaving the city without authorization at night is a capital crime. What do you want to do? I warn you, don't do anything stupid!"
If you don't follow the instructions and leave the city, the people in charge of the city will be harmed.
"But... alas!"
Wei Zhongyu stamped his feet heavily and turned his head, unable to bear to see the brutal pursuit below the city.
Shan Liwen stretched his hand behind him, and the team leader rushed up, panting, and stuffed the secret message still tied to the arrow into the man's hand.
He quickly removed the silk handkerchief from the arrow and handed the arrow back to the leader.
With a flick of his hand, he looked at the two lines at the end of the silk handkerchief with the light of the torch swaying in the cold wind.
Shan Liwen immediately knew whether it was true or false, and marked it. However, he did not have permission to view the specific text of the secret letter, and he did not understand the rules of word skipping in it.
He handed the letter to a body-training practitioner in green shirt who had been standing silently beside him, and said: "Song Mu, please immediately deliver the secret letter to General Fang. Also, can you please go down to the city to rescue the man who sent the letter? Go quickly. reply ASAP!"
Although he knew that it would probably not help, he had to take the necessary remedial measures.
After receiving the secret message, the man in green shirt cupped his hands, tapped his feet, and slid backwards like a green smoke towards the city road, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Shan Liwen glanced at Wei Zhongyu, who walked away angrily. There was a certain gap between Sihuang City and the body-refining warriors of the Bandit Breaking Army, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
Looking down, he saw that the messenger who called himself Hei Wa seemed to have adapted to his opponent's violent two-handed ax attack. He tried his best to maneuver around in the bright cold light, hiding here and there, always holding a bow and arrow in his hand.
Occasionally, he distanced himself, but before he could shoot the arrow in his hand, he was approached and entangled by a man with two axes.
Everyone on the top of the city was extremely worried, and they all looked forward to the messenger performing another miracle.
Shan Liwen reached out and took the arrow that the leader was still holding in both hands. The arrow shaft was made of very ordinary bamboo, and there were several circles of dark horse tail hair tied to the back of the tail feathers. This was the habit of the Beirong people. The arrow was ground on a stone. It's over. It can be seen that the messenger is very careful and is worried about shooting the soldiers in the city...
Suddenly I heard a loud roar from the top of the city: "Okay, shoot him!"
From the corner of Shan Liwen's eyes, he saw Wei Zhongyu waving his fists and shouting excitedly. The soldiers cheered loudly. He didn't know what a wonderful comeback moment he saw.
He hurriedly looked around and saw that the axe-wielding man had been hit by an arrow in his left ribs and was staggering back. The two ax blades as big as a basin in his hands were blocking the vital points of his chest, abdomen, neck and head, but they still could not stop the devil Mo Mo. A measured arrow.
Shan Liwen saw the messenger with his back to the city wall. He was covered in blood, his body was shaking, and he was standing still. It was obvious that he was unable to chase him.
Not to be missed.
The damage caused by this arrow was not fatal. Once the ax man recovered his breath, he could easily kill Hei Wa eight feet away by throwing the thin ax in his hand.
Shan Liwen hurriedly shouted: "Shoot..."
Almost before he spoke, the sound of a bowstring sounded, and a line of green light passed through the snowy sky for more than 40 feet from the top of the city, hitting the ax man's forehead when the ax in his hand slid down, making the ax man fall to the sky, and the two thin axes crashed. In the snow.
But it was the bow-wielding man at the top of the city who, while blocking the knife-wielding man who was chasing from the northeast, saw the opportunity and gave the axe-wielding man a fatal blow. He cooperated with the messenger below in a tacit understanding.
"Brother Bai!"
The man with the knife roared sadly and jumped up and ran wildly. In response, the man on the city wall continued to block him with arrows one after another, forcing him to spend a lot of time to deal with the arrows. As the distance got closer, the arrows shot out. The incoming arrows became more and more powerful.
Chang Siguo finally got over his dizziness and discomfort, stood upright, took a deep breath of cold air, and took a sharp arrow in his hand.
Just now he repeated his old trick, taking two steps to shoot the arrow in his hand, but found that he was getting dizzy.
It took him three breaths to suppress the discomfort. At the critical moment of the fight, if the archer at the top of the city hadn't shot a follow-up arrow in time, it would have been him who fell.
He glanced coldly at the man with the knife who was roaring fiercely, but did not raise his bow.
The man holding the knife suddenly stopped like a chicken with his neck strangled. He held the knife in both hands in front of his chest. He responded with great energy and vigilance to the black-faced barbarian who severely injured two Beirong warriors with two arrows. A kind of fear was in his heart. filled with emotions.
He finally realized the feeling of having wasted his time on the axe-wielding brothers in the snow ahead and was being stared at from a distance by the black-faced barbarian.
That's Mara's death gaze!
The archer on the top of the city took the opportunity to stop, and in just over ten seconds, he shot more than thirty arrows in a row.
It was very tiring to shoot arrows continuously, not to mention he was using a special strong bow.
Chang Siguo only glanced at it but did not shoot the sharp arrow in his hand.
The distance was more than twenty feet, which was beyond the range of his arrow's power. He would only hurt himself by shooting arrows rashly. It was good to intimidate the opponent like this.
He stepped forward and took off the waist badge of the axe-wielding man in the snow. These were all white jade coins. He had earned them with blood and blood, so why wouldn't he want them? Forget about the two big axes, which affected his speed of escaping, he then turned around and ran away again.
He just saw a figure in the northeast, coming at a very fast speed.
Wave after wave, endless, annoying.
"Quickly intercept him!"
The figures chasing after him at lightning speed were shouting more than a hundred feet away.
The man holding the knife gave a bitter smile and pretended to shout: "Wuna barbarian, stay alive."
Although he was very reluctant, he had no choice but to chase forward. The one who came was the patrolman's right envoy. On the battlefield, his arms could not hold his thighs.
With a "swish" sound, a line of green light shot from the top of the city.
The man with the knife was so happy that he really gave him whatever pillow he wanted.
This time he did not dodge, and the sword in his hand danced into a ball of cold light, and knocked away the arrow with a "bang" sound. The man holding the sword could not bear the force, so he took a step back, paused for a moment, and yelled and chased after him again.
After running a few steps, another arrow was fired from the top of the city. The man with the knife moved forward bravely, but every step was difficult.
In just a few breaths, Chang Siguo rushed to about twenty feet away from the city wall and heard several shouts from the top of the city wall.
"Target is forty feet, one team and two teams, projectile coverage! Release!"
"Teams three and four are ready to... let go!"
"Teams 5 and 6 are ready to... let go!"
"..."
There was a whooshing sound in the air, making Chang Siguo breathe a sigh of relief and continue to run forward.
He heard that the man chasing after him was his old enemy named Le. The guy was shot in the arm by an arrow. Unexpectedly, he came out alive and causing harm so quickly. He thought about whether to apply some powerful poison on the arrow next time. of?
Chang Siguo didn't want to face the man named Le again in the city. The guy's attack speed was too abnormal.
He is also seriously injured at the moment. If he is not careful, all his previous efforts will be wasted and become someone else's meritorious service.
If you can escape smoothly, why bother fighting with him?
Isn't it nice to be safe?
An excited shout came from the top of the city: "Brother, grab the rope quickly and I'll pull you up."
A thick rope whizzed down from the top of the city and fell into the ten-foot-wide moat with a bang. With another shake, the thick rope swung like a snake across the moat and fell to the people running near the edge of the moat. Chang Si passed in front of him, causing ice and snow beads to splash.
Sihuang City has been under fierce attack these days. Many places on the east, south, and west sides of the city moat are frozen with corpses, broken limbs, scattered weapons, and rolling stones and sandbags, creating a miserable scene of hell on earth. Only in the north, the Beirong people only launched a few bluff attacks, and the moat was safe and sound.
Chang Siguo put away the hunting bow and arrows in his hands, grabbed the rope with both hands, wrapped it twice around his right wrist, and shouted: "Hold on!" and shook the thick rope.
When I looked back, I saw the man surnamed Le brandishing his sword into a screen of light, braving the rain of arrows, and charging towards him like crazy. He put on a brand new white robe and shouted loudly: "Boy, you can't escape! Le!" I swear to kill you!"
That kind of endless resentment and murderous intention can hit your face even from a distance of thirty feet.
The man surnamed Le was a little slow. The sparse arrow rain was mixed with the green arrows that were shot one after another. The power was quite good. With his strength, it was difficult to avoid the arrow rain.
