The torches in the team of bandits who attacked the fortress were extinguished one after another, leaving only two or three torches more than a hundred steps away. After a while, the cry of killing resounded in the darkness, indicating that the attack on the fort continued. However, in the subsequent attack on the fort, bows and arrows were shot down, and the screams were much less. Only a few occasional sounds were heard, because the team attacking the fort was in Halfway through the charge, they were forced to retreat due to the pressure of the archers. Of course, every time they retreated, there were always one or two less people than those who came back.
The fire attack on the fort gate continued, as did the siege of the western wall.
It lasted from Haishi to Choushi, and the bandits were exhausted. The fire at the south gate had long been extinguished, leaving only the smoke; the attack on the west side of the fort had also ended long ago, with only a few broken ladders left behind. Under the fort wall, there were occasional howls and groans.
Hundreds of thieves were so angry that they jumped outside the fort and cursed for half the night. Finally, the leader of the thieves put down his harsh words and decided to come to break the fort tomorrow. After Bupo was not a man who stood and peeed, he led the thieves and beat him. The torches retreated into the valley.
Everyone in the Liu Family Fort was exhausted after a day and most of the night's defensive battle. At this time, watching the long dragon with hundreds of torches disappear at the mountain pass, they could finally take a breath...
The night is as cool as water and the stars are bright.
On the wall of Liu's Wubao, the torches swayed and flickered in the north wind, vaguely outlining the outline of the Wubao in the dark night, like a beast hidden in the darkness that chose the opportunity to bite people.
In the Wubao, the people who had been busy for a day and a half were able to take a breather. Except for the servants who stayed to serve the master and the people who were on night patrol, the rest of the people gradually fell asleep and the lights were turned off one after another.
In the main hall of the castle, the lights were still on.
In the middle of the hall, two soft silk brocade couches were temporarily added. Sitting on them was a somewhat bloated gray-haired middle-aged man with a sad face. On the brocade couch next to him, sat a man in his twenties with a face similar to that of a middle-aged man. The young man, who is 6 years old, has a pyrotechnic atmosphere on his armor, which makes him look more heroic.
These two people are Liu Jin, the owner of Liu's Wubao, and Liu Shang, the future young master.
Liu Jinhong's eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of sorrow. He didn't know why his Wubao was targeted by this group of bandits. They kept attacking for two days and one night. Although the bandits had not yet broken through the fort, what if? ? At that time, what will a family of hundreds of people, old and young, do?
"Ah Weng, we are a group of bandits. I think you don't have to worry too much. We have already dispatched the men who asked for help. If we hold on for a day or two, the reinforcements will arrive and the bandits will retreat." Liu Shang looked at his worried father and comforted him.
"Shang'er, my father understands what you said. The clan elders also discussed it just now. However, my father is still uneasy. The bandit's attack on the fort has been changed from day to night. Moreover, the situation tonight seems to be relaxed. In fact, the situation is extremely dangerous. Just imagine, if the fire at the main entrance is stronger and continues to burn all night, it is not impossible to burn down the fort gate. What will happen then?" Liu Jin thought about the battle at night, and was inevitably shocked again. Breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Aweng, you are worrying too much. The thieves did not expect that our wells can only be used to extinguish fires, nor did they expect that our ponds have long been frozen. Thinking about it, after this trial, they should give up the fire attack, Aweng, It's better to rest early in order to deal with the bandits' attack tomorrow." The young man persuaded his father again.
"Shang'er, as a father, I always feel uneasy in my heart. Please sit down for a while." Liu Jin ignored his son's persuasion and sat there, feeling extremely irritated. The damn thief will one day fall into Weng Weng's hands. Weng Weng let him You cannot live or die. As soon as Liu Jin thought of this, all the worries and thoughts disappeared from his face, and he showed a ruthless determination.
If the father doesn't leave, then the son can't leave. The young man knelt down and sat there, closing his eyes and concentrating in order to prepare for tomorrow's battle.
Tick...tick...
The main hall fell into silence, with only the ticking sound of the water leaking in the corner reminding the owner of the room that time was passing bit by bit amidst his sorrow.
Liu Jin was sitting there thinking endlessly, thinking carefully about the two days and one night of fighting, and he found some clues to his uneasiness.
Tonight's night battle was too strange.
In the past two days, thieves were attacking from all sides. Tonight, why did they only choose two sides? Moreover, the attack on the west side was completely unorganized and was just about killing people. Why?
Brush...swipe...
The footsteps of the servants on patrol sounded again, which temporarily brought Liu Jin back to reality from his sorrow. He stood up and took a look at the water leak in the corner of the room. It was Yinshi soon. He looked back at the child who was kneeling and half-squinting, and his heart rose. Have some love.
Rest and leave the things you don't understand until tomorrow. It only lasts a day or two. Be careful and you will get through it.
Putting aside his worries and suppressing his irritability, Liu Jin habitually raised his hands to soothe his body.
The maid on the side saw the master's signature move of resting, and quickly put a cloth towel in the soup basin to preheat, wring it out, and delivered it to the master in time. Liu Jin took the towel and put it on his face, burning Suddenly, the annoyance that had just been suppressed was suddenly aroused again.
"Bitch maid!"
A roar came from his disproportionately short neck, and he threw the cloth towards the maid, and his slightly fat body suddenly rushed towards the slave who had just retreated next to him.
The sudden change caused the expressions of the few maids standing there to change drastically, and they fell to their knees, their thin bodies trembling there.
Several slaves in their twelfth or thirteen years old outside the door heard the movement in the house, took a look, retracted their heads, fell to their knees, and touched their heads to the ground.
The maid who had handed over the cloth towel just now was already stunned on the spot, her eleven or twelve-year-old immature face was full of fear, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, full of despair.
"You bitch, you don't know the rules." Liu Jin, who was approaching, roared and raised his foot, kicking the maid in the belly.
"ah……"
How could the thin maidservant withstand this kick? With a scream from his mouth, his little body flew backwards, and his head hit the pillar foundation with a bang. He saw the maidservant's body curled up into a ball, and bright red blood seeped out from the maidservant's forehead. It dyed the ground red, turned into a puddle on the ground, and then spread into a puddle as the maidservant's body continued to twitch.
"Bitch!"
Liu Jin, whose momentum was still unabated, squinted his eyes wide, cursed, and rushed to the maid again in three steps and two steps at a time. He turned a blind eye to the blood on the ground, raised his right foot wearing pointed shoes, and once She kicked the weak maid again and again, yelling and cursing endlessly, as if she was crazy, her gorgeous clothes were scattered, her neat bun and hair were flying everywhere, her pointed shoes were full of blood, and she followed her master again and again. He raised his feet and kicked, flying everywhere.
"Aweng, don't kick me, don't hurt your body..." The young man, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep, had already stood up. After his father had almost vented his anger, he glanced at the maids on the ground indifferently and persuaded them. Father left the main hall.
In Liu's main hall, drops of blood condensed on the gray ground and turned into gray-black spots; they fell from the brown wooden pillars and turned into dark brown teardrops; they soaked in the white window screens and spread. Come and turn into enchanting and dazzling red flowers...
Cold, really cold. Zhang Sheng, who was crawling a mile away from Liu's Wubao, felt that the ground beneath him had turned into an ice bed at this moment. The cold air could penetrate a finger through the hole in the linen and go straight to the Drilling into the seams of his own bones.
He moved his somewhat stiff arms and turned his stiff neck. He wanted to turn over and look at the stars to see how long it was until the appointed time?
"There are still about two quarters of an hour." Yang Mazi's voice sounded low beside him.
Two quarters of an hour? A matter of half an hour.
"Hey, Zhang Shuai, I have really convinced you. Liu's thieves never dreamed that there are dozens of vicious gods under the fortress wall waiting to take his life. He also never thought that we would burn the front door. In fact, the real target is Back door, hahaha, he didn’t even expect that Weng Weng didn’t leave, right under his nose.”
Zhang Sheng moved his somewhat stiff body to prepare for the upcoming battle, but did not answer the call.
"Haha, Zhang Shuai, if that bastard Luo Si had half as much brain as you, he wouldn't have hurt so many brothers. It's amazing. You're really amazing. How could you have thought of letting me retreat from one person with one torch to one?" Where are the two for each person? Thief Liu thought we had retreated, but in fact, half of us stayed, and it was a brilliant idea. Zhang Shuai, there is nothing to say, from now on, a certain Yang Mazi will recognize you..."
In the wilderness, Yang Mazi was chattering excitedly. Zhang Sheng had no intention of listening to his chatter. He shifted his body and stared at the foot of Wubao in front of him. That was the key to success or failure tonight...
The stars in the sky were twinkling, and Yu Zhong, who was leaning against the fortress wall, was thinking wildly.
Now in the valley, it is the eldest brother who has the final say. He must not let him down if he rushes to grab the door.
Think about it, I lost my mother-in-law when I was young, and it was Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang who took me in. If there was a mouthful of food that they were reluctant to eat, the two brothers would each take a mouthful; if there was a piece of clothing that they were reluctant to wear, the two brothers would each take it. One day rotation.
well……
Why don’t good people live long? The plague a few years ago ruthlessly took away my uncle and aunt. I can no longer repay the kindness of their lives, so I can only repay it to my elder brother twice as much. In the future, even if I risk my own life...
"Captain, it's almost time." Yu Zhong's thoughts were interrupted by a low call from the side.
Yu Zhong quickly gathered his thoughts and took a look at the stars in the sky. Indeed, it was almost the time.
Looking at the city ladder at his feet, and then glancing left and right at the scattered "bodies" or shadows at the foot of the fort wall, Yu Zhong approached Zhou Da, made a silent gesture, and pricked up his ears.
"Captain, you haven't heard the footsteps for a long time." Chen Da looked at Yu Zhong's expression and said in a low voice.
Yu Zhong did not let down his guard because of Chen Da's whisper, and his ears were still straight.
Brother, you can't be careless about things!
Snoring... snoring... the sound of wind? No, it's snoring.
It's safe!
Yu Zhong confirmed the safety and stood up slowly, trying to lift up the low ladder to the city. Zhou Da followed suit, and immediately after, the black shadows sitting, lying or lying down under the fort wall pretending to be corpses or debris got up one after another. .
"Crash..." The sound of Jia Ye echoed in the quiet night, which was particularly harsh. Yu Zhong's heart skipped a beat and almost jumped out of his throat. He stopped and felt so regretful that he had forgotten it. What about this matter?
"Let's come." Chen Da whispered and waved to the side. Several black figures gently began to help climb the city ladder. Yu Zhong kept his bent posture and did not dare to move.
One, two...
Three simple climbing ladders were lifted up and slowly sent up along the fort wall.
"Bang...crash...ah..." Suddenly, a ladder to the city was raised too fast and knocked against the wall of the fort, causing a noise. The thief who was holding the ladder was surprised and screamed. A series of sounds were particularly loud in the dark night.
"Who is it?" A shout came from the fort, then the torch swayed, footsteps sounded, and a head poked out of the crenellation on the fort wall.
"Enemy attack... enemy... ah... wow..." The servant shouted halfway, and a sharp arrow shot straight through the door, and the miserable howl broke the tranquility of the night sky.
"Put up the ladder, climb the fort..." A series of changes made Yu Zhong no longer have any scruples. He roared, bent down and picked up the iron and wooden stick with a thick arm at his feet. He raised his left arm and climbed onto the ladder, with his feet It's already starting to go up.
The ladder to the city was rising, and Yu Zhong was also rising. When the ladder to the city reached the head of the fort, Yu Zhong jumped, his feet had already landed on the wall of the fort, the wooden stick in his hand was raised diagonally, and his eyes were fixed. He saw several servants running toward him, and squeezed out a cold word from between his teeth.
"kill!"
After screaming, Yu Zhong rushed forward, holding the iron wooden stick upside down. After he rounded it up, he violently swept it towards the two servants who were running at the front. Unfortunately, the two servants were still full and miserable. Yelling, one's neck was bent at a right angle when the stick was attached to his body, and the other was carried by the remaining strength of the iron and wooden stick. He only had time to let out a muffled groan before being sent off the fort wall.
"kill!"
As if to respond to Yu Zhong's roar, after he shouted, a loud roar suddenly sounded in the wilderness of Wubao, followed by hundreds of black shadows jumping up from the ground and rushing toward Wubao in the dark. Come over.
"Enemy attack..."
"Dong...dong dong dong..."
Noises rang in Liu's Wubao, police drums continued, the lights were turned on again in a panic, and countless disheveled servants shouted and rushed to the ladder to climb the fort wall.
"kill!"
"Ah...wow..."
"kill!"
Yu Zhong's body was covered in blood, and he was slashing and sweeping with the thick iron and wood stick. Every time the stick hit, one of the servants' brains would burst out, and red and white things would fly everywhere. Every time he swept, the weapons in the hands of the servants would definitely be released. Facing this group of killing gods, the servants' legs began to tremble, the hands holding the spears began to tremble, and their steps began to retreat. Fifty killing gods, led by Yu Zhong, rushed all the way to the north gate. They passed by All that was left was blood on the ground, a few mutilated corpses, and rows of murderous cries that shook the sky...
Zhang Sheng climbed up the fort wall panting. Corpses were everywhere, and a bloody road stretched from west to north. The archers led by Uncle Fu were suppressing the archers inside the fort.
Listening to the sound and seeing the movement, Yu Zhong and others were about to reach the due north. It was only a matter of time before he opened the fort gate. Yang Mazi, who had jumped on the fort wall before him, had already led his men to throw down the fort wall and rush towards the courtyard, together with the servants. There was a scuffle.
Looking at the scene in front of him, he glanced in the direction of the mountain pass. A winding fire dragon had already marched from the mountain pass to Wubao. At this moment, Zhang Sheng completely let go of his tense nerves. Since he let the young man go to the fort The wall and the fortress are broken. I'm sorry, but there is no reason to return empty-handed...
