The old soldier who was in charge of the defense was surnamed Wang. He had wasted most of his life in Yanhui City. He liked to drink a little when he had nothing to do. When he drank too much, he would brag and say that he had followed The Old Marquis to the north.
No one knew if it was true or not, but it was not impossible. The Old Marquis was also a human. He had to eat, drink, and poop. He had to bring someone to cook with him.
However, no matter how ridiculous he was, Old Wang did not dare to drink on the day of the return of the giant kite. The officers had to line up in order. Everyone was afraid of making a mistake and embarrassing themselves.
Unfortunately, what he was afraid of would happen. This day was destined to not be peaceful.
Old Wang raised his neck and looked at the alarm whistle that was rising into the sky. He roared hysterically, "Which little bastard who drank urine did not look at the day and wanted to drink to your wife's bed? What alarm whistle? Do you really think it's a monkey? "
At the end of the underground river, there was a large pond that was waiting to welcome the giant kite. The outside of the pond was surrounded by an iron fence. The iron fence was already half open, but the soldier who was pulling the iron bolt was frightened by the sudden alarm. He didn't know what was going on, so he didn't dare to act rashly and stuck the iron bolt back in place. As a result, the large iron fence was half open and half closed, as if it was a big mouth that was stunned. It just so happened that the dragon head of the giant kite was stuck in.
The soldiers who were waiting to unload the purple gold from the ship were already waiting. At this time, they all looked back in confusion. The baihu who was in charge of the military supplies took out a small copper roar and shouted at the soldier who was holding the iron fence, "What are you daydreaming about? The giant kite is stuck. You can't see it! "
Before he could finish his sentence, a cluster of scorching flames suddenly burst out on the deck of the giant kite, and a huge white fog burst out. A steel arrow as thick as an arm rushed into the sky savagely. Amidst the exclamations, it shot into the siren whistle in the sky with unstoppable sharpness.
The alarm whistle instantly shut up and stopped in the air for a moment. It fell straight down. The surroundings were silent at first. Then, there was a loud bang.
"White Rainbow Arrow!"
"What's going on? Who activated the White Rainbow? Are the people on the ship crazy? "
"Rebellion! What are you trying to do? "
"White Rainbow" was a type of mechanical giant bow. When the bow was fully drawn, it was seven zhang long. Only a giant kite could equip such a terrifying weapon. Of course, such a terrifying weapon could not be controlled by a human. Under the bow, there was a purple-molten gold power box. When the arrow was fully charged, it could pierce through a city gate that was several zhang wide.
It was said that when the giant kites glided across the sky and white rainbows fell one after another, it was as if the ground was being punished by the heavens. Even heavy armor could not withstand it.
This change was too sudden. Lao Wang snatched a "Clairvoyance" and stretched his neck like an old tortoise. He muttered, "Oh my god, Midwinter … I can't play with this anymore. Quick! Send word to Lord Guo and Commandant Lu! Hurry! "
Before he could finish his sentence, the flame wings on the giant kite that had been extinguished lit up. The burning Purple Flowing Gold had not been warmed up, so it let out an explosive roar. The giant kite was like a monster that had just awakened.
Lao Wang stared blankly as the deck of the giant kite flipped over. A row of heavily-armored soldiers lined up in an awe-inspiring formation. Their sparkling heavy armor was like the surface of a river. Even from afar, he could feel the silent pressure.
The leader of the group pushed open the mask of his heavy armor, revealing a face full of scars.
Lao Wang was shocked. This was an unfamiliar face. How did he get on the giant kite?
The scar-faced man suddenly smiled and let out a long howl. That howl could actually pierce through the roar of the machinery. It was like a wolf howl. All the heavily armored warriors behind him did the same thing. The howls of the wolves rose and fell one after another. It was like a pack of hungry wolves that greedily bared their deadly fangs.
Someone in the crowd that was chasing the giant kite shouted, "Barbarians!"
This was like poking a hornet's nest.
The people of the surrounding cities and villages were all gathered here. There were men and women, old and young, and all kinds of people. For a moment, they were all like sheep, running in all directions in panic, pushing and shoving, and trampling on countless people. Even the warhorses of the soldiers on duty on the street neighed incessantly because of the collision.
Lao Wang jumped up to the watchtower and pulled out the spear at his waist. He raised his hand and stabbed the "golden box" at the top of the tower. He knew that the golden box contained the Purple Flowing Gold used to light the lamps. If he was lucky and ignited it properly, he could use the top of the watchtower as an alarm and blow it up into the sky.
The old soldier who had been bragging his whole life pierced a corner of the golden box with his spear. Choking Purple Flowing Gold poured out. He trembled as he pulled out a match from his bosom. Amidst the howls of the wolves, a few sparks flew out of the match. It was stuffed into the golden box by the pair of old hands.
Half of the Purple Flowing Gold in the golden box was spilled out. The remaining half burned fiercely as soon as it touched the flame. The vent of the lighthouse was blocked. Only a few wisps of steam were coughed out. It looked like the lighthouse was about to explode.
The next moment, another White Rainbow Arrow rushed up and nailed Lao Wang's chest. Lao Wang's body disintegrated in an instant. The White Rainbow Arrow's momentum did not decrease. It carried the remains of the old soldier and rushed to the edge of the watchtower. After a loud noise, the tower collapsed from the top. The broken stones rolled on the ground. The soldiers and the people on the ground all ran away.
At the same time, the burning golden box at the top of the tower finally flew up into the sky. An ominous purple light flashed in the sky and exploded into a huge firework in the sky. It lit up half of Yanhui city.
The messenger behind Tong Hou only reacted at this time. He raised his voice and shouted, "Enemy attack! Barbarians attack!"
The giant kite controlled by the barbarians slowly rose from the ground. The White Rainbow Arrows fell down like raindrops.
The commoners fled for their lives like headless flies. The thirty-six light armored cavalrymen of the city guard whizzed past the bluestone slabs that were not completely closed. All the cannons on the city tower raised their heads at the same time and aimed at the giant kite that was swaying in the air.
Fireworks filled the city.
The Purple Flowing Gold on the giant kite opened up. Countless Bei Man's soldiers fell from the sky amidst the howls of the wolves.
The wolves roared and the long street was covered in blood. Everything was a mess.
The scar-faced man on the giant kite leaped up. Steam violently gushed out from the bottom of his steel-armored feet, propelling him more than thirty feet into the air. He then leaped onto a warhorse. The warhorse simply couldn't withstand the weight of the heavy armor. With a long neigh, its front knees snapped. The rider on the horse didn't have time to react before the barbarian grabbed him by the throat and fiercely bit him.
The barbarian raised his head and bit off a piece of the rider's throat. Blood gushed out like oil. The rider did not even have time to scream before he died.
The scar-faced man laughed heartily. He was like an evil spirit that ate rotten meat. He swallowed the human flesh in two mouthfuls. Suddenly he pursed his lips and whistled. Four or five barbarians in heavy armor responded and rushed out. They stayed close to the scar-faced man and quickly swept across the street that had turned into a bloody battlefield. They went straight in the direction of Xu Baihu's house.
The armor in the army was divided into "light" and "heavy". Light armor was worn by the cavalry. It could only carry a small amount of power. Most of it still relied on manpower and animal power.
Heavy armor was a completely different concept. A heavy armor was as tall as two grown men. It carried a "golden box" on its back. Violet gold flowed through its joints and limbs. Its feet could travel thousands of miles. Its arms could wield a broadsword that weighed several hundred pounds. There were even short cannons attached to its waist. A heavy armor could wipe out a thousand soldiers.
If there were heavy armor soldiers, whether it was cavalry, infantry, or marines, they would not want it. But there was no other way. Heavy armor was too expensive. A box of violet gold could be burned in six to ten hours. It was about the amount of violet gold stored in the long-lasting lantern on the watchtower for two years. Violet gold was the lifeline of the country. On the black market, one tael of gold might not necessarily be able to buy one tael of violet gold that was seventy to eighty percent impurities.
Even in such a great country, there was only one unit that could afford a full set of heavy armor — Marquis of Stability Gu Yun's Black Iron Battalion.
Where did these barbarians get their hands on such heavy armor?
The soldiers who had died in vain had no time to think.
The old cook, who had stumbled out of the Xu family's residence, happened to bump into this group of fiends. She did not even have time to utter a sound before she was plastered to the wall.
The scar-faced barbarian charged straight into the inner courtyard and shouted, "Hu Ge'er! Hu Ge'er! "
"Hu Ge'er" — Xiu Niang. Of course, it was impossible to answer him.
The carved wooden door was kicked open by the heavy armored cavalryman. The door shaft screamed and broke, and the door fell down with a loud crash.
The barbarian's invincible footsteps finally stopped. He stood in front of the door of the woman's embroidered room in a daze.
The faint scent of incense had not yet dispersed. The room was still dimly lit. The long tassel shadows of the hanging bed curtain were scattered on the floor. The dressing table had been tidied up, and there was an opened box of rouge in the corner.
A youth was kneeling in front of the bed with his back facing them. There was a faint shadow on the bed … … it seemed like there was a person lying down.
When the youth — Chang Geng — heard such a loud noise, he instinctively turned around to take a look. He saw a group of terrifying barbarians barging into his house in broad daylight. However, he did not feel shocked. Instead, he suddenly understood why Xiu Niang had to die.
These barbarians were able to enter the city, so it was definitely related to Xiu Niang. Xu Baihu was still on the giant kite. Perhaps because she had colluded with a foreign country, she had already been killed by the barbarians. She had avenged her country's enmity and killed the only man in the world who had treated her well.
Chang Geng looked at the barbarians indifferently. He then turned around and kowtowed to the woman on the bed. It could be considered as repaying her for not killing him for so many years. Then, he made a clean break with this dead person.
After kowtowing, he stood up and turned around to face the heavily armored warriors at the door.
The heavy armor was as heavy as a mountain, and he was a young man with a mortal body. In the middle of the crowd, he looked like an ant trying to shake a big tree. It seemed that he should be afraid, but he wasn't. Chang Geng wasn't so arrogant as to think that he could fight against these barbarians alone. He knew that he was doomed, but strangely, he wasn't afraid.
Perhaps all his fear had disappeared the moment he heard that there was a secret behind the identity of "Shen Shiliu".
The scar-faced barbarian stared at him. He seemed to have thought of something and his face suddenly became ferocious, "Where is Hu Ge 'er?"
Chang Geng's gaze stayed on his face for a moment. He said, "I remember you. You are the one who led the wolves to attack me in the snow last winter."
One of the heavily armored Bei Man wanted to grab him, but was stopped by the scar-faced barbarian.
The scar-faced barbarian lowered his head and bent down slightly clumsily. He stared at the young man in front of him who did not even reach his chest. He asked again in a strange accent, "Let me ask you, Hu Ge 'er, where is Xiu … Xiu Niang?"
Chang Geng said, "Dead."
He held the iron cuff on his wrist and took a step to the side, revealing the silent corpse on the bed. There was still a thin line of black blood at the corner of Xiu Niang's mouth. Her face was as white as snow, like a poisonous flower.
A few barbarians in the courtyard let out sorrowful cries, and dropped to their knees.
The scar-faced barbarian looked a little confused for a moment. He slowly walked into the embroidery room of Xiu Niang. Although his movements were very careful, the floor was still cracked by his heavy armor.
The barbarian walked to the window and stretched out his hand to support himself on the large carved bed. Halfway, he withdrew his hand, as if he was afraid that he would collapse the bedpost.
He bent his waist, which was wrapped in heavy armor. The white smoke behind him dispersed into the small bedroom. The purple gold on the heavy armor burned quietly, making a "huff huff huff" sound, like a dying beast.
The beast gently touched the woman's face.
He felt something cold.
The scar-faced barbarian suddenly screamed like a wolf that had just lost its mate. The next moment, the heavy armor in front of the bed started to rotate at a speed that couldn't be seen clearly. White steam started to gush out of the armor as it stirred. A big mechanical hand stretched out from the middle of the armor, and grabbed Chang Geng with its hand.
Chang Geng's feet left the ground. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. His internal organs were knocked upside down, and he was violently slammed into the wall by the barbarian.
The wall cracked from the impact.
Chang Geng could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood. He spat it on the scar-faced barbarian's iron arm.
He lowered his head with difficulty and met a pair of eyes that were filled with killing intent.
It was the first time Chang Geng had seen such eyes. They seemed to carry a heavy smell of rust.
However, he did not know why, but in this situation where there was a great disparity in strength, he suddenly felt a desire to fight. He did not shrink back and fiercely stared at the barbarian in front of him.
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