Just when Zongheng was jumping to his feet in a hurry, his gaze suddenly swept to two thin figures hiding at the base of the wall. The reason why Pen~Fun~ Ge www.biquge.info was sure that they were hiding there, and not dead, was because he noticed that the two figures were sneakily moving along the base of the wall.

"Black Tiger Village" is not the Wagang Village of the year, its essence is just an armed mountain village, many men and women up and down add up to more than 1,000 people, so most of them are familiar with each other. The vertical and horizontal eyesight is good, and the eyes are like eagles and falcons under the emotion, and at this glance, they recognize that the two guys are the two sons of the king blacksmith's family in the village, Wang Dagou and Wang Ergou. The people in the mountains don't pay attention to the eight-character allusions when they choose names, but only want to get a cheap name so that the ghosts and gods don't worry about it, so that the children can grow up safely. Zongheng knew that the middle-aged son of the blacksmith Wang had always regarded these two sons as treasures, and he would not let them get into danger easily. If it weren't for the fact that the battle situation in the village was really critical today, even if the leaders in charge of dispatching and commanding in the former village said anything, Wang Blacksmith would not let his son run to such a dangerous place. According to Zongheng's understanding, even at this time, the king blacksmith will definitely stay by the side of his two sons and block arrows, knives and guns for them. But what about the king's blacksmiths?

Zongheng quickly glanced at the Wang brothers, but did not find the figure of Wang Blacksmith, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It seems that Wang Blacksmith has suffered misfortune." ”

Zongheng didn't have time to mourn the sacrifice of the king blacksmith, because he immediately found that the two Wang brothers were holding a stoneware pot in their arms. The clay pot is about the size of a child's head, and the mouth of the jar is small, and it is sealed with a tattered linen cloth.

?“ It's a canister of oil! Attaboy! It turned out that they wanted to burn the bridge! Zongheng recognized two pots, which were one of the clay pots he had people hide in various places in the former village to burn the bridge.

After knowing the intentions of the two brothers, and then observing the battle in Qianzhai, Zongheng saw some clues. It turned out that the brothers in the village did not know about burning the bridge, but they were disturbed by unknown reasons and had not been able to succeed. Zongheng noticed the corpses of several brothers lying on the wall, with arrow feathers stuck in their bodies, and a puddle of black oil stains beside them, or a canister of oil that was the same as that in the arms of the two Wang brothers. They were apparently killed by enemy archers before they could throw the canisters.

Zongheng hurriedly looked at the other side of the cliff. The other side of the cliff was originally a dense forest, and when the Black Tiger Village was established, a part of it was cut down in order to build a road and collect building materials. Later, several times the official army invaded and suppressed a lot of indiscriminately, and now the originally lush dense forest has long been like a half-bald with leprosy sores, and the trees are all scattered in the east and west. However, because of the rugged mountains, there was no way to put a large group of people in those open spaces. The army attacking the mountains can only honestly adopt the tactics of going forward and adding fuel one after another. This is also one of the reasons why Black Tiger Village can hold on to this day with a small number of people.

From a vertical and horizontal point of view, the attacking Uighurs did deploy a lot of archers on the other side of the cliff. However, the cliff bank on the side where the Black Tiger Village is located is higher than the cliff bank occupied by the Hui people, and there is a stone wall to block the view, as long as the people in the village do not die by themselves and emerge from the wall, it is difficult to be shot. At this time, many Hui soldiers had already invaded the cottage, and the men and horses on both sides were fighting together, and it was very likely that they would accidentally injure their own people if they were thrown, so those Hui archers were just on guard, and none of them shot arrows with bows.

Zongheng breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the Wang brothers were only separated by a wall from the wooden bridge, and as long as they climbed the wall, lit the rags on the clay pot, and threw the clay pot onto the bridge, they could quickly ignite the wooden bridge. The other brothers in the village around them were clearly aware of their intentions and were struggling to hold back the approaching Uighur soldiers for them. Therefore, in Zongheng's view, the hope of success of these two brothers is great.

Under the hopeful gaze of Zongheng, the two Wang brothers quickly climbed to the top of the wall, shrunk behind the female wall, and took out a fire fold from their arms and quickly ignited the rags on the clay pot.

As a thin wisp of black smoke rose from the clay pot, Zongheng's heart suddenly rose. The ignition poured into these clay pots is arranged vertically and horizontally according to the secret recipe in the army, and it burns extremely violently, unless it is covered with sand, otherwise it cannot be extinguished even with water, which can be said to be a sharp weapon in the army. But this thing has two very obvious shortcomings, one is that it is not easy to configure and expensive, and the other is that it will emit smoke as black as ink after ignition. During the day, the smoke can easily expose the person in charge of throwing the pot, attracting sniping by enemy archers.

?“ Pitch! Pitch! Zongheng urged anxiously in his heart. The moment the black smoke rose, he noticed that several of the archers had turned their gaze and were about to pull the bowstring.

Perhaps it was because they heard Zongheng's heartfelt urging, or perhaps because they had learned the lesson of the brothers who had sacrificed before, the two boys of the Wang family really stood up together at the moment when the second clay pot was just lit, twisted their bodies, raised their arms and made a gesture of throwing hard.

At that time, the bowstrings of the Hui archers were only halfway drawn, and the arrows were not yet aimed at them.

"There's a door!" Zongheng was about to jump for joy.

But at this time, seeing that the clay pot in the hands of the Wang brothers had been raised to the highest point, and was about to leave his hand and throw it at the wooden bridge, he suddenly saw two cold rays drawn from the crown of a big tree on the other side of the cliff, shooting at the two Wang brothers like two straightened lightning bolts.

?“ Xiao ......" didn't have time to shout the word "careful" completely, and he didn't even have any impression of whether the first word "small" was shouted out. He only knew that as soon as those two cold rays appeared, they immediately hit the Wang brothers, so fast that people didn't have time to react at all.

It was two arrows, one hit Wang Dagou's throat, and the other hit the clay pot held by Wang Ergou, breaking the clay pot with black smoke to pieces.

Compared with Wang Dagou, who was almost killed by an arrow, the death of Wang Ergou, who was his younger brother, was too tragic. At the same time as the clay pot broke, the pot full of fire oil poured out. After meeting the rag that had already ignited, it immediately burst into flames in the air, turning into a rain of fire and pouring on Wang Ergou's body. The twelve-year-old boy immediately turned into a burning man, screaming and running around without a head, and then fell from the wall, falling to the ground and never moving again.

This tragic scene made Zongheng's eyes split, and he couldn't do anything for a while. Almost instinctively, he looked in the direction where the arrows were coming from, trying to find the enemy who shot ~ the two arrows.

It was only at this time that he found that there were two people standing in the canopy of that big tree. They were all dressed in green, almost hidden in the green of the canopy, and if they hadn't been deliberately searched, they could have been easily deceived by their disguise. Each of them carried a bow with a peculiar shape, and stood firmly on the shaking branches, showing a superb light skill.

The distance is a little far, and the expressions of these two people can't be seen clearly, but judging from their actions against each other, it is clear that they are exchanging their experiences after killing and showing off their respective archery skills.

Angry! This anger was even worse than when he was plotted by Chu Bingfan and Xu Ziang!

If the Wang brothers died in the hands of the Hui people, Zongheng might not be so angry, but dying in the hands of these two people, Zongheng would definitely not be able to accept it. These two people not only know each other, but the brothers of the Wang family also know each other, and even called their uncles, served them tea, poured water and even had dinner together! Zongheng even remembered that these two men had come to the village last month, and the arrows they used were carefully polished by Wang Blacksmith at their invitation and his two sons according to the old methods of the Qin Dynasty.

And these two people actually used the arrows made for them by the Wang family to shoot the children of the Wang family!

?“ Qin Yan! Qin Yan! You two brutes! Zongheng almost used all his strength to shout out this sentence.

The roar was like thunder, not only blasting in the ears of both the enemy and us, but also driving the vibration of the entire body. He only felt the suffocation in his chest loosen, and a turbid breath mixed with some lumps rushed up from his injured right lung like a volcanic eruption, and rushed down the trachea to his throat, and then turned into a foul black turbidity current that spewed out of his mouth.

Zongheng knew that it was the turbid blood and dirt that had accumulated in his injured lungs for several days.

As he spat out the turbid blood and filth, the suffocation that had been pressing on his chest for many days immediately disappeared. His qi was cleared, and his body was immediately brisk to the extreme. He threw his head back and let out a long howl. This howl was full of hatred, full of hatred, full of chill and murderous aura, like the demonic wind and ghost aura blowing out of the Nine Hells, making people's scalps numb and cold all over the body.

When Zongheng's head lowered again, his whole person almost changed. His eyes were bloodshot and glowing red. His face was hideous, like an ancient beast with bared teeth ready to choose a human to devour. His whole body exuded a murderous aura that soared into the sky, and faintly seemed to be burning with an invisible layer of black flames.

"Kill!" With a wild roar, he kicked with both feet with a Mo knife, and the whole person rushed down from the top of the mountain like an arrow from the string.

And at this time, the long howl he had uttered earlier was still echoing repeatedly among the rolling mountains.

On the mountainside, the people on both sides of the cliff who were fighting and preparing to fight were frightened by the fierce howling. They all turned their heads to look at the top of the mountain, and they all saw a big man with a helmet and armor, wearing soap and ink, carrying an exaggerated Mo knife, rushing towards their location with an unbelievable attitude.

?“ It's the owner of the village! The owner of the village is mighty! The people of the Black Tiger Village suddenly roared wildly, and the vertical and horizontal appearance was like a summer wind, blowing a scorching force into their bodies that were about to fail, making them instantly full of momentum.

"Oh my God! It's the Black Tiger General! He's still alive! The Hui army also roared. Although they didn't speak Chinese, the people in Black Tiger Village couldn't understand them. But from their tone and demeanor, it is not difficult to detect the panic and fear in them.