Luo nine needles

The sky is getting brighter, and the surroundings of the inn are quiet.

There is no formation of soldiers and horses, no arrows piercing through the air, horseshoes trampling, people turn their backs on their backs.

Under the morning light, there were no too tragic scenes, only a few corpses lying sporadically.

The deaths and injuries caused by the arrows and poisonous smoke were right in front of your eyes, so the opponent conveniently dragged away both the wounded and the dead.

The subsequent attack touched the horse, the horse was stopped, the man fell to the ground, and immediately fell into the pit full of sharp knives, the rear flap was closed, and no one was alive or dead.

Looking at the scattered corpses, some people in the distance couldn't help urging their horses, but they were immediately stopped by others.

"That's not a bed crossbow," they said, pointing to the wall on the other side.

The ballista on the fence didn't move, but now they didn't think they could avoid it by changing direction or spreading out.

The ballista can be rotated in all directions, and the shooting range does not decrease.

Those few corpses died because of this.

The horseshoe was hesitant to move forward, and he could charge forward with courage before, but he was frustrated one after another, and what was even more frightening was that a day and a night passed, not to mention being close to the inn, not even a single person in the inn was seen.

The high walls are quiet, only cold arrows, sharp knives, and poisonous smoke greet them.

Don't know what's next.

The leader gritted his teeth and waved his hands: "Withdraw!"

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Galloping into a ravine, the man jumped off the horse. He didn't know whether it was anger or his face turned red from being strangled by the soldier's robe. While cursing, he tore off the soldier's robe and threw away all the weapons he was wearing.

"There are too many messy things, and it's useless to carry them. Instead, it's not as easy as a knife for me."

Five people sat in the ravine, smoking something around the bonfire that hadn't burned out.

They didn't wear military robes. Hearing this, one of them said coldly: "Zhang Bushan, don't blame the clothes if you do something bad."

The man called Zhang Bushan sneered badly: "What kind of clothes do you need to do bad things? Are those people afraid of official robes and soldier robes?"

The man who spoke before did not laugh anymore, but nodded: "Indeed, we are not afraid."

The two words we sound a little weird, do they refer to each other, or to yourself?
Zhang Bushan didn't seem to care about the poor language of the words, and sat down beside him: "I don't believe it anymore, if you can keep it for two or three days, you can also keep it for a month?"

The man by the campfire reached out and pulled out a piece of dry biscuit from the ashes, and tapped it: "Then I can tell you, judging from the current equipment, it can really last for a month."

He knocked off the scorched skin while talking, and just took a bite, not caring about the gray stain on his mouth.

Zhang Bushan looked at him like this and curled his lips: "Leave the delicious food aside, eat dry biscuits and salty beans all day long, what are you trying to do? You are no longer Mo..."

Before he finished speaking, the man holding the biscuit looked at him with cold eyes, and the other people around the campfire also stared at him. Although they didn't say a word, Zhang Bushan shuddered inexplicably and swallowed the words .

"...It's impossible for her to guard the city for a month." He changed the subject, with some compliments, "She can defend the city, but Ke Laosan, you can definitely attack the city."

The man called Ke Laosan looked away: "Siege is the skill of the public loser." Speaking of this, he twitched the corners of his mouth, as if mocking, "We still can't attack the city of the Mo family."

Zhang Bushan is not interested in discussing this family or that family, he only cares about his own wealth and life: "This clothes is borrowed, and I will return it soon, alarming the surrounding government, it is an enemy."

Ke Laosan concentrated on eating the dry biscuits without saying a word.

So did the others.

Zhang Bushan scolded his mother in his heart, these guys put on a noble face even though they were doing evil things, if they let these desperadoes kill people, wouldn't their hands be considered bloody?

But he didn't dare to urge them, these people had weird temperaments, they killed people without blinking an eye, and their methods were extremely cruel.

Finally, Ke Laosan finished eating the dry biscuits and wiped his hands.

"Go and guard the outside, waiting for the high official from the capital." He said, "Then deal with him."

He said looking aside.

"Reuse the weapons." Ke Laosan said, looking at the weapons piled up beside him.

These soldiers were well equipped with bows, arrows, knives, guns, shields and armor, but they looked a little disgusted in his eyes.

Several other people took off the rucksack from their bodies and opened it, revealing all kinds of strange tools inside, surrounding the weapons and starting to disassemble them.

Zhang Bushan glanced on tiptoe, couldn't help but said: "Give me one of your good things, and I will deal with that high official of the court later."

Ke Laosan said coldly: "He is not worthy of being killed by our weapons."

Zhang Bushan cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say any more, he straightened his clothes, got on his horse again, and called to gallop away with the crowd.

Ke Laosan stood up and looked at the distant sky.

"Here's an arrow for you," said someone behind him.

Ke Laosan didn't even turn his head to pick it up, but turned his back.

"Let's go," he said, "Punish rape and eradicate evil."

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The sky was bright, and it was quiet outside.

Ah Mao stood in the yard, raised her head and called to Sister Hualing: "Have they all left?"

Hualing nodded on the high pole: "Let's go, there were people left in the distance, but now they are all gone."

"Sister, let's switch between the two of us while there is no one else." Ah Mao said anxiously, looking at the high pole enviously, "I don't want to push the winch anymore, I want to climb high and look far."

Chen Shi, who was sitting on the transfer machine, curled his lips: "Be calm, it's too dangerous to climb high and look into the distance."

A Mao shouted: "I am not afraid of danger."

Hualing smiled and said on the high pole, "I'm not afraid—"

Before she could finish her voice, Qi Xing, who was sitting in the courtyard eating steamed cakes made by the old man for tea, suddenly shouted, "Pull the rope with flower bells—"

Accompanied by this cry, she raised her hand.

At the same time, there was a sharp piercing sound, mixed with the scream of the flower bell.

Ah Mao pinched his neck to prevent himself from screaming, Chen Shi clenched the crossbow, the old man holding the firewood stiffened, and Meng Xichang, who was lying on the ground with his clothes on, jumped up.

There was no flesh and blood flying, Hua Ling was holding the rope and fell down from the high pole, but just above her head, an arrow pierced through half of the steamed cake and sank into the pole, and the tail feathers were still trembling.

It wasn't that the arrow pierced through the steamed cake, it was stopped by the steamed cake and flew up an inch, otherwise it would be Hualing who was pierced at this moment.

There seemed to be a moment of stagnation in the courtyard, and the next moment Qixing yelled loudly again, "Upgrade the soft curtain—"

Accompanied by her shout, Wei Dong's house, standing in front of the derrick like a derrick, quickly shook the scull, Hualing also let go of the rope and jumped on the ground at this time, and with the sound of creaking, a large flag slid out of the dilapidated house A black soft curtain covers the courtyard.

Sharp piercing sounds sounded one after another, like gravel hitting the lake, causing ripples.

Ripples don't hurt people anymore.

Hualing pressed her heart and looked up.

"That's too much range," she said.

It was beyond her line of sight.

How strong is the arm strength and eyesight of the archer.

"Maybe it's just that bows and arrows are different." Qixing said, stepped on the ground and jumped up, grabbing an arrow from the soft curtain.

A Mao came over curiously, and it didn't look any different.

"The counterweight is different." Qixing said, "This is not the arrow of the officers and soldiers."

What else does Ah Mao want to ask, Qixing shouted: "Chen Shi, left—"

Chen Shi over there followed her shout and stepped on the buckle: "Amao, don't look, turn the winch—"

A Maomao jumped over and yelled to turn the winch.

Accompanied by the sound of bows and crossbows, the old tea man stood in the peephole and saw a shadow approaching in the distance, but it was not a human figure, but a shield like a wall.

Arrows rained down on the shield armor, failing to stop the movement of the shield armor at all.

They are fast.

"Reject the horse—" the old tea man couldn't help shouting.

But when the shield slipped over where the horse was rejected, it didn't touch the mechanism.

How is this going?

"They used smooth boats, so they won't touch the horses." Qixing said, "Meng Xichang——"

Meng Xichang, who had been closing his eyes for the past two days and didn't even hug firewood, stretched out his iron hand, and a knife popped out as he turned.

"Open the secret door." Qixing said, "Go out of the city and kill the enemy."

People rushed towards the fence like shooting stars, Meng Xichang followed closely behind, and the two disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

The old tea man couldn't help getting closer to the peephole, and saw two figures appearing outside. Although one was strong and the other was slender, they looked like shields that had been smashed by two heavy fists.

Boom.

The shield shattered, and several figures flew away behind.