The rope tightened quickly, until it was at a diagonal angle to the city head, and a loud voice from above shouted: "Jump!"
Chang Siguo was too lazy to pay attention to the madness of the man surnamed Le. He bent down to gather momentum, kicked hard on the snow beside the ditch with his right foot, and stepped into a deep snow pit with mud visible. He bounced up and flew towards the city. He jumped from the middle of the ditch to nearly two feet high in the air. The rope in his hand suddenly tightened and he pulled hard upwards.
The wind howled in my ears and the cold snowflakes hit my face.
Chang Siguo felt like he was flying through the clouds, rising rapidly. He watched as the rope was stressed and led him to swing towards the frozen city wall. He tapped his feet lightly to eliminate the impact, and the middle end of the rope hit with a "snap". On the ice wall, there seemed to be a drizzle of ice powder.
The rope was pulled upwards quickly, and Chang Siguo cooperated by kicking on the smooth wall with both feet, pulling it all the way up.
Suddenly there was a shout from the top of the city: "Be careful!"
"Pull the rope quickly!"
"Sneak attack by dog thieves..."
A piece of snowy cold light whirled and roared from below at an extremely fast speed.
Chang Siguo heard the strong wind and was about to step on the city wall to dodge. When he turned around, he realized that what was coming was a thin, bright axe, spinning diagonally toward the rope above his head at a tricky angle.
He was startled and shook the rope vigorously with his right wrist, but still took a step slower.
"Chicha", the thin ax cut the tight rope six feet above his head.
The ax struck diagonally into the city wall, and the impact was so powerful that a piece of ice crystal wall collapsed.
Although Chang Siguo was frightened, he fell down. He retracted his left foot, reached out with his left hand to touch the dagger tied on the outside of his trousers, shook his right hand to break free of the broken rope, and "wiped" when he was about to hit the city wall. Holding the dagger in his left hand, he thrust it hard into the hard and frozen bluestone of the city wall.
Stopping his fall, the whole person was suspended three feet high, swinging left and right.
The Sihuang City Wall is nine feet high, and the two-foot-deep moat below is the most dangerous. It was originally designed to prevent cultivators of the Strengthening Realm from jumping directly onto the city head without the use of tools.
There was an exclamation from above. Before Chang Siguo could stabilize his body and swayed, he heard many people shouting again.
"careful!"
"hidden weapon!"
"here we go again!"
A roar came from above at the same time: "Where's the crossbow? Aim at that dog thief and shoot down! Tell him to be arrogant!"
Chang Siguo pulled the muscles of his left arm violently and heard a "bang" sound. The hundred-forged dagger given to Heiwa by Hei's father could not withstand the huge force and was broken into two pieces. The handle of the knife fell apart. It fell down, but Chang Siguo had already used its strength to jump up diagonally.
A strong gust of wind sounded below, and seven or eight arrows hit the wall where Chang Siguo had just stayed.
Some arrows were inserted into the bluestone wall, and more were smashed into the air.
But it was the man surnamed Le who was so angry that he caught some arrows shot from the top of the city and smashed them hard to knock him down.
Chang Siguo stood on the axe, his true energy was flowing all over his body, his body was light, and as long as he didn't exert any force, he wouldn't fall off.
Hearing row after row of huge roars from above, venting towards the city, Chang Siguo was about to draw two arrows and insert them into the wall, trying to find a way to climb up, when another shout came from the top of the city: "Brother, take the rope. "
The previously broken rope was lowered along the city wall. Chang Siguo grabbed it with his right hand and shouted: "Pull!"
The person above pulled the rope hard. Chang Siguo kicked his foot, and the thin ax inserted into the wall fell down with difficulty. He hunched his body, used his hands and feet together, and nimbly kicked up the city wall and ran upwards. Amidst the sharp whistling sound, the person below The man surnamed Le was heard yelling:
"Boy, you can't run away..."
The sound was chased far away by the roaring crossbow arrows.
Chang Siguo secretly cursed: crazy.
Following a cry: "Get up!" Chang Siguo used his strength to jump up to the top of the city wall.
Seeing that under the light of the torch, he became the focus of everyone's attention, he quickly jumped off the wall and landed on the top of the city. He bowed his hands and bowed his hands. Before he could say thank you, the young man who pulled him up with a rope dropped the rope. He slapped him on the shoulder and shouted excitedly: "Brother, are you really a cultivator of the Thief-breaking Army? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Chang Si glanced at the palm that patted his shoulder, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
He almost instinctively moved away. This body was not used to being so close to a stranger. He could tell that the other person seemed to care about whether he was from the Bandit Breaking Army. So, was the other party a monk from the Bandit Breaking Army?
In a strange environment, it is very reassuring to meet someone "one of your own".
He took off his black wooden waistband from his waist and handed it to the young man wearing a brown robe with a black mole on the left corner of his eyebrow. He cupped his hands and said: "Guardian of Zuo Wei's warehouse at the outpost of the bandit army, Hei Wa, thank you all. A helping hand.”
Glancing down slightly, I saw a patch of snow more than 20 to 40 feet below the city, with arrows of all sizes stuck in it. Among them, there were rows of giant arrows that were at least as thick as the mouth of a cup. They looked like they were being measured with a ruler. It's very neat and tidy, which is surprising at first glance.
The few Beirong cultivators who chased him ran away, leaving only their vague backs, and the two corpses were also taken away.
Wei Zhongyu took the belt card and carefully read the three lines of small characters engraved on the back: Hei Wa, the guard of Zuo Wei's warehouse at the outpost of the bandit army. He is five feet nine in length, has a square face, big eyes, and a dark and majestic face.
(Note: Three feet in another world are equal to one meter, and one foot is equal to thirty-three centimeters)
Very brief identity information, but generally accurate.
"This...how is this possible?"
Wei Zhongyu couldn't believe his eyes. What did the outpost Zuo Lieutenant do for food?
He actually took a dignified body-training practitioner, who was overqualified and underqualified, to guard the warehouse.
Are the warehouses filled with gold and silver, or are they collecting rare materials? Is it worth guarding it with a sharpshooter who can kill two Beirong cultivators in front of the formation?
This is a waste of natural resources! It's an insult to body refiners!
Suddenly he realized that the family's scandal should not be exposed publicly. With a flick of his hand, Shan Liwen took the black wood belt card with a smile.
Simple information that can be read in just one glance.
The man in black robe's eyes shone vaguely, and he became very interested in the messenger named Hei Wa.
In the military camp city, no one dared to borrow someone else's ID to defraud, because it was too easy to verify the identity, and he had already sent soldiers to the city to ask the outpost Zuo Lieutenant to identify the person.
"Brother Heiwa, I am Shan Liwen, the guard at the north gate of Sihuang City. How are your injuries?"
Chang Siguo bowed his hands and said, "I've seen Mr. Shan, he has a little flesh wound, it's not a problem."
He didn't know exactly how big an official the North Gate Supervisor was, but when he saw several generals wearing iron and light armor surrounding the city nearby, saying nothing and just smiling flatteringly, he knew that the other officer must be of high rank. Above the outpost Zuowei Tian Xiang'an.
The scars on his body caused by the light of the sword and ax looked bloody and frightening. Chang Siguo used his true energy to squeeze the muscles without any guidance, and the bleeding had already stopped. The largest wound was on his back, and now it was burning and itching uncomfortably. That is the reaction of the injured area to heal and produce muscle.
Shan Liwen returned the waist card to Hei Wa, glanced at Wei Zhongyu who looked unhappy, smiled, took out a small porcelain bottle, handed it over and said: "You just call me Brother Shan, you are calling me Shengfen, these are four Huangcheng Army’s special healing ointment, apply some on the injured area to speed up the healing.”
Seeing that Hei Wa accepted his kindness and thanked him, he pointed to Wei Zhongyu and introduced: "This is Wei Zhongyu, the cultivator of the Bandit Breaking Army. He was the one who pulled you up from the city with a rope just now."
You can't go too far as a human being. After all, in the days to come, everyone will have to work together in the same boat and defend the city together to defend against foreign enemies.
Chang Siguo cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Wei, for your help..."
"Hugh mention, Hugh mention."
With a smile on his face, Wei Zhongyu grabbed Hei Wa and said, "You don't have to thank me for your help. It's the right thing to do." With one sentence, he brought the relationship closer and asked, "Where's Lao An? He didn't get along with me." Are you together? Where did that guy go? "
Chang Siguo pointed to the north. The fire there had long been extinguished, and the torches in the Beirong camp were no longer dense. He said, "Brother An set a fire in the Beirong camp to cover me. I wonder what happened to him behind the scenes?"
Wei Zhongyu was stunned for a moment and whispered to himself: "This is a bit troublesome."
