Yu Jun

Chapter 410 Uninvited Guest

Cheng Ting looked up and watched the white-shouldered eagle leave. A short black feather hit his face. He reached out and pinched it. Just when he was about to show it to Wu Jin, he saw Wu Jin holding the edge of the wall with both hands, leaning his upper body forward, and looking attentively. To the distance.

In the distance, beams and streams intersect, with gentle west wings and steep east wings. The moonlight shines and large shadows fall on the west wing. Where would people hide?

The sound of the xun suddenly stopped and the white-shouldered eagle ran away in fright. Is it because of the Qiang people or because the Jinlu scouts wanted to find out?

He retracted his hand, straightened up, strode back to the main tower, and whispered to the soldiers: "Send the order for everyone to go to the tower to be on guard, with bows and arrows drawn, one man at ten steps, to confuse the enemy."

Then he looked at Cheng Ting who was following him: "Give me the dagger."

Cheng Ting was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the dagger and handed it to Wu Jin: "What happened?"

Wu Jin saw him standing aside like a big bird, with his wings folded, and when he looked at him, his small eyes were filled with the clarity of ignorance.

But when a big bird flaps its wings, it can also fly people thousands of miles away.

He stopped asking Cheng Ting to go down to the tower and whispered: "Someone is approaching."

"several?"

"If it's scouts, there won't be more than five."

"Could it be a raid?"

"The raid will not be so light, be careful and act according to the opportunity."

Cheng Ting nodded again and again, turned around in a circle, found a wooden stick for tying the flag, held it in his hand and weighed it twice, and thought it was very suitable.

The two of them walked towards the west side again. If there was arrow light from the main city tower, the scouts would avoid it. The west side city wall had been collapsed and rebuilt, and it had always been the weak point of Gaoping Village.

If the scouts notice that there is no one in Gaoping Village and send someone to climb up to investigate, this is the best place.

Wu Jin was walking against the inner city wall with a dagger that had not been stained with the enemy's blood. The leather boots on his feet made a sound when they hit the ground. He stood on one foot, bowed and took off the boots, then took off the other foot, wearing only fine white cloth. He stepped on the stone floor with his socks, bent down to lift up the black leather military boots, and placed them against the wall.

Cheng Ting followed suit and took off his shoes to walk. When one foot landed on the ground, he immediately lifted it up due to the cold, then tried to put it down Tantan.

Under the bright moon, there seemed to be a layer of frost on the ground, and it felt chilly to the bones when people walked on it.

Wu Jin walked very slowly. When he reached the rebuilt city wall, he leaned over little by little, crouched in the shadow under the city wall, and looked out from the crenellations.

Cheng Ting walked behind him and squatted down, shrinking into a huge ball.

The later the hour got, the quieter the surroundings became, and the more a needle could be heard. After waiting for four-quarters of an hour, Wu Jin heard a "ding" sound, which was the sound of a scratch hook embedded in a crack in the wall. His breathing trembled, and then quickly Calm down.

After this sound, no more sound came.

Cheng Ting first thought that the wind had blown something onto the iron tools - there had been more than one battle outside Gaoping Village, and it was not surprising that there were iron tools left outside.

Soon he knew that he was wrong - there was no strong wind just now.

He immediately tightened his grip on the stick and listened carefully to the movement below.

After a long while, there was a slight sound of clothes being rubbed against the city wall.

Wu Jin moved his position after hearing the sound and waited quietly. Cheng Ting saw his movements and followed suit.

The people climbing the city wall moved lightly and quickly, constantly using scratching hooks to climb up. The sound of rustling climbing and the sound of small stones rolling down became more and more clear. The sound of breathing became closer and closer from far away, and finally was very close at hand.

Cheng Ting's palms were sweating, and he gathered strength in his hands and made an attack posture. Wu Jin remained motionless, only his eyes were bright.

At the same time, a thin figure appeared and climbed over the wall. The moment his feet landed, Wu Jin suddenly stood up and swung his knife over.

The man who came was alert and rolled on the spot when he heard the sound of the wind. A wooden stick followed closely and hit him with thunderous force.

He grabbed the wooden stick and pulled hard, but failed to move. He immediately stood up using the force, knocking the person holding the stick to the ground, quickly pulled out the sharp knife from his waist and stabbed down.

The knife stopped halfway, because there was another cold blade lying across his neck. Just when he stopped, Cheng Ting raised his hand and slapped him while lying on the ground.

His slap was as profound as Cheng Taishan's, and with a crisp "snap" sound, he hit the opponent's head to one side, and his face became swollen.

After the slap was over, he took a look under the moonlight and exclaimed in surprise: "Zel!"

Zell has a dark complexion, with fine sweat on his face. He wears a felt hat, braided hair, a linen gown with the hem tucked into his belt, two flints hanging on his waist, a sheepskin jacket, tied trouser legs, and a pair of Hemp shoes.

Zell sat on Cheng Ting, lost his mind for a moment, his ears were buzzing, and he looked at the apologetic Cheng Ting: "It's you——"

He tried to look back to see who had kidnapped him, but the blade never moved away. He didn't know who it was until Cheng Ting spoke up.

"Wu Jin, this is Zell."

"The army isn't here?" Zell reached out and pushed the dagger away from Wu Jin's hand, stood up and looked at the empty city, "What's the plan?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wu Jin as if he didn't care.

Wu Jin was wearing a soap-colored short shirt. She was already elegant and handsome. The slim figure in this neat short outfit made her appear even more slim-waisted, broad-shouldered, and handsome.

"Hmph," he snorted with cold air from his nostrils, nitpicking, "You Han people are not very particular about clothes, so why don't you even wear shoes?"

Cheng Ting got up: "If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it."

He sniffed from the cold and ran back to get his shoes.

Zell took off the scratching hook from the crenel, put away the ropes, tied them together, and carried them with his left hand. When he walked to Wu Jin, he clenched his fist with his right hand and swung it at Wu Jin - he had wanted to punch him for a long time!

Wu Jin seemed to have anticipated his punch and took two steps back to avoid his fist.

Zell stepped forward again, made a fake movement with his hands, raised his leg to sweep, and kicked Cheng Ting's leg with a "pop".

Cheng Ting rolled and crawled between them. After receiving a leg injury, his face was ferocious in pain, and he waved his two pairs of boots: "Don't fight, don't fight, we are all our own."

Zell retracted his fist and shook his hand: "Where is Mo Yefeng?"

Wu Jin took the boots from Cheng Ting, squatted and put them on: "Call me general."

"I'm not her soldier," Zell yelled, "I can be called whatever I want, you have nothing to do with me."

Wu Jin stood up and walked towards the main city tower, ignoring his shouts.

He knew that Zell was looking at him, but he still had a compulsive view of saving face. He suppressed the timidity and panic in his heart, like a child who thought that his voice could be loud enough to hide his inner feelings.

He guessed that Zell must not be like this in front of others, just because Mo Lingfeng was his god and could bring out his humbleness.

"Where did Mo Lingfeng go?" Zell caught up.

Wu Jin glanced at him, but still didn't speak.

Cheng Ting wanted to resolve the embarrassment, but Wu Jin's eyes also swept across him. He sensed displeasure, reached out and touched his nose, and closed his mouth.

Zell frowned: "You don't speak, it seems you don't want to know what I am here for?"

Wu Jin stopped, turned around, looked directly into his eyes, and took another step forward: "You killed the Jinlu scout."

Zell took a step back. After retreating, he realized that he was at a disadvantage: "No."

"You smell of blood," Wu Jin pointed at Zell's hook on his waist, "This is Jinlu's hook, with a military horn engraved on it."

(End of this chapter)