On the city wall, torches swayed, and with the help of the firelight, the figures of the servants on duty were vaguely visible. After observing for a long time, the servants on the top had not moved, and they must have been taking a nap there; the dim firelight illuminated the city gate, and two rows of servants Some were leaning on or sitting on the city wall, some were swaying around or snoring lightly.
Fifty steps.
Thirty steps.
Twenty steps.
Dingshan let out a long breath to relax his tense mind. In the last twenty steps, victory was in sight.
Looking back at the dark figures hidden in the shadows of the houses on both sides of the road, he took another breath and continued to touch towards the city gate lightly. As long as he approached them while they were napping, the rest was nothing to worry about.
Be careful, be careful!
Fifteen steps.
"Thieves, there are thieves!"
A roar exploded in the night sky from a thatched house. This sudden change made Dingshan focus all his attention on the servants on duty. Dingshan, who was walking forward at a stoop, almost fell to the ground and fell to the ground with the help of the wood in his hand. The stick is enough to keep your body in shape.
"Uncle Shan, what should we do?"
Pei Da's anxious questioning came from behind, making Dingshan calm down inexplicably.
What to do?
Only fight for your life!
"kill!"
Seeing the panic of dozens of servants who suddenly woke up from their naps in the city gate, holding their spears, Dingshan tightened his grip on the wooden stick, screamed, and rushed forward with all his strength.
"kill!"
When Pei Da saw Dingshan rushing forward, he roared, picked up the wooden stick and followed Dingshan towards the guard.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The old and strong ant soldiers hiding in the dark jumped out of the shadows one after another, raised their wooden sticks, and rushed towards the city gate...
The endless night was long. Zhang Sheng was lying in the grass nest, staring at the dark sky, but his mind kept wandering.
In the first half of the night, hundreds more people were arrested. Apart from the Gao family, all the big and small families in Guangchang City had their hostages fall into their hands.
It’s not easy, it’s really not easy!
Since time traveling, Douluo Four, killed Wulu, guarded against Zhang Yan, narrowly passed Zhaojiayu, and captured Wuruan Pass. Along the way, every day has been like walking on thin ice, fearing that even one wrong step will endanger his life. , the lives of thousands of people following him are not guaranteed either.
Now, Guangchang City is at your fingertips, and your first-stage goal is about to be achieved. In the future, you can finally stop being a bed and a bed.
With Guangchang as a support, tens of thousands of acres of fields, and the things in my mind, I believe that in a few years, even the old thief Cao will not dare to underestimate himself. When the time comes, I will watch you fight for your life. If I die, I can sit on the tower and watch the mountain scenery.
"Mr. Lang, there is a war at the south gate!"
Zhang Sheng, who was so lustful, was immersed in his own world. He didn't hear the running and reporting sounds of the ant soldiers on duty in the dark night, until Zhou Chuang ran up to him and shouted at him to wake him up.
"Is there a war at the south gate?"
Hearing Zhou Chuang's cry, Zhang Sheng couldn't help but mutter, isn't it normal for there to be fighting at the South Gate? There was a deliberate attempt to relax the containment and leave a passage for the city's big families to escape. It was normal for one party to leave the city and the other to pretend to be besieged and intercepted.
"Mr. Lang, there are shouts of killing in the south gate city. It should be one of our people who listens to the order. I guess it's Uncle Shan..."
"Blow the drum!"
Seeing that Zhang Sheng was still confused, Zhou Chuang hurriedly explained. As soon as the word "dingshan" came out of his mouth, Zhang Sheng had already reacted, jumped up from the grass nest, and roared to the side.
Dingshan must be this old man Dingshan.
In the past few days, I had a great time acting outside, but I had forgotten all about the old man Dingshan. I thought that if I didn't send a signal for the city to cooperate, Dingshan would take the remaining thirty or fifty people and wait for the city to be broken. Who would have thought that this old man would make such a move?
Boom...dong-dong-dong...
The gathering drum sounded rapidly in the night sky.
The dark night outside Guangchang City suddenly came to life again. The dim bonfire suddenly became brighter, and the empty surroundings were full of shadows and noisy people.
"Brother..."
"A Sheng?"
Yu Zhong rushed over, and Sun Fu rushed over.
"South Gate, South Gate of Guangchang." Zhang Sheng didn't have time to explain anything to them. He roared and rushed towards the south gate of Guangchang City...
The silent city of Guangchang has been awakened by bursts of shouts of killing, and bright lights are burning in thatched houses, adobe houses, high-gate courtyards, and dilapidated county temples.
One arrow after another, with the whistling sound of the wind, kept falling around Dingshan. The arrow stuck in his thigh hindered his movement. Dingshan ignored the pain and knocked over a servant with one stick. During the pause, he pulled out the sharp arrow and threw it to the ground. He raised the wooden stick in his hand again and roared with thirst.
"kill!"
This cry of killing disturbed the minds of the few servants in front of them. Several spears were stagnant. After a slight panic, they struck again.
Dingshan rounded the big stick with one hand and made a sweeping sweep, knocking off the tips of four spears. One of them stabbed at his armpit at an extremely tricky angle, and it was no longer enough to resist it with the stick. Dingshan felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously You can only twist your body slightly.
The cold spear tip easily pierced through the linen clothes. Dingshan only felt a chill in his waist and ribs. Then, a heartbreaking pain quickly spread from his waist and ribs to his whole body. His whole body was weak, and the wooden stick in his hand was almost numb. fall.
Dingshan felt that the power in his body was being withdrawn little by little along with the pain in his waist and ribs, but his heart was calm and even filled with a hint of joy.
I am finally free and can reunite with my wife and children. Ah Sheng, this old man can only help you so much...
"Ah...Uncle Shan..."
Dingshan, who was limp and about to fall to the ground, was held in his arms by a strong big hand.
"Uncle Shan..."
The baby appeared in front of him with a cry on his face, which made Dingshan muster up some remaining strength and take a strong breath. He knew that he could not close his eyes yet.
"Pei Da, hurry up, hurry up, leave me alone, open the city gate, lower the suspension bridge, cough, cough cough..." Looking at the closed city gate, Dingshan pushed it open regardless of the huge pain in his waist and ribs. Holding his baby face, he kept giving quick instructions.
"Uncle Shan..."
Pei Da looked at Dingshan with blood foaming at his mouth and felt full of regret. If he had taken a step forward just now, Uncle Shan would have been fine.
"Go quickly..."
Dingshan shouted with great effort, blood splattering from his mouth.
"Ah, give it back to my Uncle Shan, take your life..."
Pei Da saw the determination in Dingshan's eyes, bit his steel teeth, and gently put Dingshan down on the ground. He roared, raised the wooden stick high, turned his grief and anger into strength, and rushed towards the servants in front. The wooden stick in his hand fell heavily.
"Ah...wow..."
A scream resounded through the night sky, and the servant who had been hit by the stick had blood splattered everywhere and fell limply to the ground.
Pei Da's fierce stick suddenly shocked several servants around him. The long spears he held began to tremble, and his advancing steps began to retreat.
"kill!"
At this time, Pei Da's baby face had turned into a glaring King Kong. All that was left in his heart was the guilt of hatred, the wooden stick was raised high, and the screams continued...
