Late at night on the day Zhu Ci and Feng Ruoxing entered the city, heavy rain fell on both sides of the Nu River.

By the time the sky turned white, the heavy rain had turned into light rain.

The water level of the Nu River has risen again, and it has approached the highest warning line, and at a glance, the river surface is filled with a faint mist, lined with drizzle like silk, and the cliffs and mountains on the opposite bank have turned into a faint gray shadow.

In such a morning, dozens of figures rushed along the south bank of the Nu River, quickly approaching a mountain cliff.

The first is the hunting king Yin nine kills.

He should have arrived at the barracks a few days later, but he had other plans, so he secretly took dozens of masters, traveled lightly, day and night, and arrived at the south bank of the Nu River first, preparing to forcibly cross the river.

He wants to secretly save Feng Xiangkong.

If Shang Guo wants to save Feng Xiangkong, Fei Guo will definitely offer very harsh conditions, and these conditions, whether it is Qiu Yexian or him, are impossible to accept.

Therefore, if he wants to save Feng Xiangkong, he can only act secretly, and cannot negotiate and negotiate with Fei Guo.

At this time, it was the flood season, the river was turbulent, the undercurrent was turbulent, and he forcibly crossed the river, which was simply playing with his life, but he had no choice.

During the period of confrontation between the two armies, both countries strengthened patrols along the river, and if he wanted to cross the river by force, he could only choose the time when the weather was bad and his vision was not clear, and from the perspective of avoiding the other party's detection, this drizzling morning was the best time.

Of course, this is very dangerous, and the slightest carelessness, bad luck or lack of skill can lead to death.

But danger and death must not be a reason for him to be afraid or retreat.

The place where the river crossing had been inspected in advance arrived.

He stopped, raised his hand, and all his men stopped.

Then he ordered: "Yin Feng, you go up and see how they are prepared." ”

"Rest on the spot and get ready."

When the masters heard the order, they immediately found a place to shelter from the rain, or meditated and breathed, or drank and ate, or moved their muscles and bones, and tried to adjust their bodies and spirits to the best state.

Yin Jiu Kill himself also took a towel and slowly wiped the rain on his face and body.

After the half-pillar incense time, the sky changed from hazy to white, but the fog on the river had not yet faded, and the scenery on the opposite side was still very blurred.

Yin Feng ran down from the top of the cliff and said to him, "The above is almost ready, and the action will start in a quarter of an hour." ”

Yin Jiu Kill nodded: "You also hurry up and prepare." ”

Then he looked around at everyone: "Do it in a quarter of an hour." ”

All the masters stood up, took off their wet clothes, changed into comfortable tights, put on their puffy bags, wrapped the necessary tools, and stood by the river, staring at the river.

Time passed little by little, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Suddenly, someone pointed to the river and shouted, "It's coming, the signal is coming." ”

The crowd looked and saw a log floating from the upper reaches of the river, and soon floated to the front.

Yin Jiu Kill took a deep breath: "Ready, one, two"

More than a dozen zhang away from the upstream river, there was a high, relatively flat cliff, and he had sent hundreds of elite soldiers into the hill a few days in advance, taking local materials, preparing driftwood, and moving it to the top of the cliff to set it up.

When crossing the river, these elite soldiers will throw driftwood from the top of the cliff from near to far, at a suitable speed, and these driftwood will float down the river, and they, the masters of the lower reaches, will step on these driftwood to cross the river.

This is a very difficult and risky task.

The thirty masters he brought with him this time were not only abundant, highly skilled, experienced, but also very intelligent, if not so, they would not be enough to face such a challenge.

The first driftwood is just a signal.

The second driftwood floats in front of you and begins.

Yin Jiu killed. Like an arrow off the string, he jumped on the second driftwood, and by this fulcrum, he jumped on the third driftwood and the fourth driftwood that followed, and continued to go to the center of the river.

Pieces of wood float on the surface of the river, some first, some later, some near and some far, one after another, forming a black spot.

The masters of one in a thousand were nervous and orderly, calmly and efficiently stepped on the driftwood one by one, and ran to the opposite side.

Once you step on the air, slip, or deviate, or if more than one person steps on the same log, the wood cannot support such a weight, and the river crosser will fall into the rushing water, which is no joke.

Although the number of people crossing the river is small, the scene is spectacular and thrilling.

It's just that there is no audience.

Nor can there be an audience.

The farther away from the shore, the less driftwood there is, and when you reach the center of the river, there are even more driftwood that can be stepped on, and the greater the challenge and danger for those who cross the river.

Standing on the top of the cliff, the elite soldiers in charge of throwing driftwood also understood this truth, so the strongest and most powerful of them were in teams of two, each holding the two ends of the lighter driftwood, first throwing the driftwood in their hands together, and after adjusting to the best angle, they tried their best to throw the driftwood viciously.

They experimented with the farthest distance they could throw driftwood.

But the farthest can only fall to the center of the river.

When they reached the center of the river, they could not help their companions who had forcibly crossed the river, so they could only pray that they would obey.

The river is wide, twenty or thirty zhang long, even if Yin Jiu Kill and the others have reached the center of the river with those driftwood, it is still not enough to swim to the other side.

On such a river, even a boat can't sail, let alone flesh and blood

At this time, it depends on the black.

Yin Nine Kills will bring Black Boundless to the battlefield, for this moment.

Unless there is really no time, he will not fight an unprepared battle, let alone such an important battle

Long before leaving Beijing, he had already figured out how to cross the river, and selected reliable and qualified masters from the forbidden army, and at the same time Feishu gave his cronies in the northern Xinjiang garrison, asking the other party to secretly select trustworthy strong men and experienced masters for him.

When he arrived in the northern frontier, things were almost ready.

As for Hei Wuya, he only learned about the plan of the Yin Nine Kills after leaving Beijing, although he knew it a little late, but he still used the time he was in a hurry to study the stable and reliable flying hook that could pop out more than ten zhang away in the carriage specially prepared for him.

He's a genius, he's a master, and of course this challenge can't be difficult for him.

This is the time for him to show his strength.

When crossing the river, he kept following closely behind Yin Jiu Kill and became one of the first team members to arrive in the heart of the river.

Although he had also been trained to "cross the river by stepping on wood" before, his light skills and water nature were really not very good, but fortunately, others knew that his position was irreplaceable, and they took special care of him and protected him, so that he finally arrived at the heart of the river smoothly.

"General Black, it's your turn." Yin Jiu Kill temporarily named him a general, so he called him so.

Hei Wuya didn't hesitate, and immediately pressed the button on the long cylinder that he was holding tightly in his hand after stepping on the last piece of driftwood.

In an instant, an iron claw dragged a long "tail", like a meteor across the sky, shooting towards the big tree on the opposite cliff.

Standing in the position of Jiang Xin, although he still can't see the other side clearly, he can also see a rough idea.

He shot accurately.

His machine weapons lived up to his hard work and hopes.

The driftwood in the river is not enough to support the weight of these big men, their function is only to give them a fulcrum to settle on, and after landing they must jump away, otherwise the wood will definitely sink and they will fall into the river because of the shaking of the center of gravity.

Hei Wuya stood for half a second because of the flying hook and fell into the river