The Dumb Husband of the Pirate Queen

Chapter 238 Frontier War (4)

Zuoqiu Puyu pursed his lips tightly, his pair of jet-black eyes became deeper, the cold pool water pierced through your limbs and bones like a cold light.

It is also like tiny ice crystals, exuding coldness everywhere, penetrating into your body through every hole, directly hitting the lungs, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

The sun in the sky was still emitting scorching rays, roasting the earth like a furnace, and the air was filled with a sultry atmosphere.

The flowers, plants and trees also listlessly withered, not to mention the birds of various colors, perched lazily on the branches, occasionally croaking in protest.

However, all of this has become a joke to Zuoqiu Puyu who is in the cold pool. Even though the sun is shining on the cold pool, it can't alleviate the coldness at all.

Zhao Bin turned his head and twitched his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

However, as a lieutenant general, he did not forget the task entrusted by the third prince, especially behind him was a row of ghost-masked men whose eyes could crucify people, even if it wanted to relax, it would never dare to relax.

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Lin was advancing in a leisurely manner, as if he was stalling for time, and Zhao Bin's eyes showed contempt.

It seemed that Wang Lin was extremely displeased, so with a wave of his hand, in response to Zuoqiu Puyu's order, the troops led by the deputy general on the mountain immediately pushed down the boulder.

The loud bang resounded through the forest, and gave Wang Lin a blow to the head who was making his own calculations.

"Damn it! What a shame!" Wang Lin took a sip, as if he didn't expect Zuoqiu Puyu to make such a ruthless move, forcing himself to move forward quickly.

After all, now my troops are entangled with the soldiers of the Western Regions. This boulder rolls down, but it has no eyes. Who cares who you are, if you don't move forward quickly and open the exit, then you will be crushed to death .

"Quick! Attack at full speed, make sure to open the exit for Vice General Yang!" Wang Lin waved the flag in his hand and ordered at the top of his voice.

No one thought that they would not die in battle, but would be crushed to death by boulders. At this moment of panic, everyone rushed forward as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and the whole team quickly moved forward.

Wang Lin on the mountain road had already opened a way for Yang Chengan. Yang Chengan led his men and horses and charged all the way there.

After Yang Chengan's men had turned into the woods, Wang Lin wanted to take his own men and horses out. After all, Wang Lin was not a fool. The scuffle was fierce just now, so he didn't have time to think about it. But as soon as Yang Chengan's men passed by, Wang Lin Lin realized something was wrong.

Wang Lin frowned, and his fat jaw trembled faintly. Wasn't Zhao Bin's man brought down the mountain by the third prince and sneaked into the cold pool?

How could it appear on top of my head?
So Wang Lin quickly analyzed two possibilities, one is that the third prince Zuoqiu Puyu realized that he was sent by the Western Regions, and wanted to use Zhao Bin's hand to put himself to death.

The other is that Zhao Bin received the order, but happened to be on top of his own head, and it was hard to guarantee that he would not secretly lay hands on him to avenge his personal revenge, so his life was in danger.

"Everyone listen to the order! Get out of the mountain road!" Wang Lin waved the battle flag in his hand again with a dark face, and gave orders to his soldiers, with a cautious and serious expression on his face, as if he foresaw the bad situation.

The two teams under him obeyed his command and began to retreat continuously, trying to withdraw from the mountain path and retreat to the rear.

But Zhao Bin on the mountain waved his hand again, and his men pushed the boulder down the cliff again, with a ferocious force, much more violent than when the two armies fought in a melee.

Wang Lin cursed: "Damn it, Bastard Zhao, you dare to bully me."

Zhao Bin sneered, but he just asked his subordinates to point the boulder at Wang Lin and push it down.

Wang Lin was about to scold again, but he had no choice but to dodge when he saw the boulder coming towards him.

A group of people wanted to retreat, but the narrow mountain road was blocked by huge rocks, and it was impossible to pass through. For a while, there were wailing sounds, and countless soldiers rolled directly from the cliff and fell into the bottomless abyss.

Wang Lin's face and body had already been scratched with many bloodstains. Knowing that he might have to confess this time, he hated in his heart why he didn't notice when Zuoqiu Puyu gave him this task.

But thinking about it, this is indeed the best attack method, but who would have thought that the third prince not only wanted the life of the general of the Western Regions, but also his own life!
Wang Lin frowned, and couldn't help but think of Yang Chengan. If he was exposed, what about Yang Chengan?
Whether the third prince sent him to attack the woods was a coincidence, or was there another plan, thinking of this, Wang Lin couldn't help feeling a kind of fear for the third prince in his heart.

These two are both gamblers who dare to bet with thousands of troops and horses, and even lunatics who dare to take the world to win or lose. They hold a three-foot green spear in their hands, but they are stained with the blood of all living beings.

Wang Lin managed to avoid a boulder that fell head-on, but unexpectedly another boulder fell before he could stand still. In order to dodge, he fell backwards and fell into the cliff: "Ah!"

A horrific cry reminded me that there were very few people left on the entire mountain road, and some even committed suicide by wiping their necks with a knife because of fear.

Zhao Bin glanced at the scattered corpses below. In order to fully implement what the third prince said, no one was left on the mountain road.

Zhao Bin ordered his subordinates to go to the mountain road in person, slash the undead ones, and throw them under the cliff, while he himself set his sights on those ghost-faced men with a hint of curiosity and suspicion.

After Zhao Bin finished his task, he saw one of the ghost-masked men walking a few steps forward, and a three was written on the mask of the ghost-masked man.

Zhao Bin couldn't help being a bit surprised, but the ghost-masked man overlooked the scene below the mountain, as if he was checking whether Zhao Bin had completed the task entrusted by the third prince, which made Zhao Bin somewhat displeased.

After the inspection, the man gestured to the rest of the ghost-masked men, and a row of ghost-masked men in black picked up the kerosene on the ground and threw them down in unison.

Zhao Bin was stunned and said, "Damn it!"

Standing up quite a bit scramblingly, looking down.

You know, with this distance, it is impossible to throw the kerosene barrels into the woods, and if they can't be thrown into the woods, wouldn't they all be thrown into the cold pool, and wouldn't it be the life of the third prince who stuck out of the cold pool.

But what made Zhao Bin even more dumbfounded was that those heavy kerosene barrels fell into the woods in a perfect parabolic shape, and even the division of labor was perfect, covering all angles.

(End of this chapter)