Qiu Ruofeng carried a hand-cranked crossbow that had been shot empty, and watched the team of people and horses pass through the rope bridge like a stream, and suddenly regretted it in his heart.

Two other preloaded crossbows were placed at his feet. In the battle to capture the bridge just now, because of his lack of actual combat experience and the fear of accidentally injuring his own people, he only found one opportunity to shoot the enemy. In the next battle, it was obvious that there was nothing left for the archers, and the enemy's camp was only three or four hundred paces away from the rope bridge, and according to the plan, after the teaching regiment and the Shuofang regiment crossed the bridge, they would immediately launch a strong attack on the enemy camp with a little formation.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to invite Ying to participate in the battle to seize the bridge, as the chief examiner responsible for counting the results, he could follow Zhou Jianliang. That way, even if he couldn't charge into battle with the lance handed down from his ancestors, at least he wouldn't become a bystander. And now, his mission has been completed, even if he doesn't want to be a bystander, it is difficult to find a temporary position to join in the army that has been launched.

As for not joining any team and going to attack the enemy camp alone, Qiu Ruofeng never thought about it. He did not like to read, but his intelligence was no worse than that of most people of his age. Knowing that the feat of challenging thousands of people by oneself only exists in the legends of the rivers and lakes, in the real world, anyone who dares to do this will definitely die!

In addition, he does not have a war horse now. If you join the battle on foot, the possibility of being able to contact the enemy army will be very small, but there is a high probability that you will be accidentally trampled into a pulp by your own horses!

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and pack your crossbow and cross the river? A woman's voice, suddenly ringing in his ears, was cold and rough.

"Crossing the river?" Qiu Ruofeng's eyes widened, and he instinctively asked, "What are you going to do across the river?" We don't even have horses! ”

"You won't rob it without a horse?" Yang Chengliang raised his eyebrows and scolded loudly, and in his words, he had no respect for the position in front of him that was higher than his own merit record, "There are many horses on the other side, and the camp of the Qarlu people is not a few steps away from the river bank!" ”

After that, I didn't bother to talk to the nerd in front of me who had good archery skills but obviously lacked actual combat experience, so I took the horn bow on my back, held the quiver and horizontal knife on my waist, and walked away.

Several other archers from different teams glanced at Qiu Ruofeng sympathetically and quickly followed, no one had time to teach him how to deal with the trouble in front of him. and did not question Yang Chengliang's decision.

The temporary team leader of this team is Yang Chengliang. Even if some people were not convinced at first, until now, everyone is the only one who looks ahead. The army is a place where it speaks with its strength, and the lower it goes, the more it goes, and in the battle to seize the bridge just now, Yang Chengliang has no false arrows, and he has quickly won the respect of everyone.

If he continued to stay on the west bank of the river until the end of the battle, he would definitely not laugh at Qiu Ruofeng's timidity. After all, he once took the initiative to ask Ying to participate in the battle to seize the rope bridge as an archer. However, if a woman crosses the bridge with a horned bow on her back, and he chooses to stay where he is to rest, Qiu Ruofeng believes that no matter how big an official he is in the future, he will not be able to raise his head in front of his companions tonight!

Gritting his teeth hard, he picked up two hand-cranked crossbows from the ground, and used the leather ropes on them to carry them diagonally on his body. Immediately, he grabbed the crossbow that had been shot empty in his hand, and while quickly turning the shaker to wind, he trotted towards Yang Chengliang's back.

Yang Chengliang had already stepped onto the rope bridge, clinging to the left edge of the bridge deck, and trotted towards the opposite bank. The width of the rope bridge is only enough for two horses to walk in parallel. In order to prevent accidents, Tang Jun chose to cross the bridge by riding a single fish. Therefore, there is enough space to accept her figure.

In the middle of the rope bridge, the brothers of the teaching group rode their horses, one after the other, moving forward like droplets. Everyone turned a blind eye to Yang Chengliang and the archers who suddenly appeared beside them.

In any case, it can't be compared to a woman! Qiu Ruofeng gritted his teeth again and stepped onto the bridge. After all, he is behind the gate, he is skilled in martial arts, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, and in the first few steps, he walked extremely smoothly. However, after ten steps, his face began to turn pale, and sweat flowed uncontrollably down his back.

The deck of the bridge was moving, not trembling slightly under the horse's hooves, like the wooden and stone bridges he had walked before, but like waves, up and down. Whenever a cavalry passed by him, the rhythm and amplitude of the ups and downs would change once, and he would not be able to adapt to it at all, and he could be thrown out at any moment and plunged headlong into the roaring rapids under the bridge!

If he wants to retreat, it's too late, and he can't afford to lose that face! Bowing his body forward, Qiu Ruofeng tried his best to stabilize his lower plate, and at the same time freed his right hand to support the thick rope beside him. Most of this action is instinctive and seriously inconsiderate. As a result, the thick rope that seemed to be tight in mid-air actually "collapsed" to the outside of the bridge in an instant, flashing him completely out of balance, and the whole person was like a stake, "hanging" diagonally on the thick rope.

"Help-" The cry for help blurted out, but he decisively suffocated it back into his stomach. The time before dawn is very precious, and if the cavalry stops to help him, they will definitely block the rope bridge. He Qiu Ruofeng has no ability, so he can't help everyone, but at least he can't hold everyone back.

None of the cavalrymen who were crossing the river heard his cry for help, or, after hearing it, they did not dare to stop and rescue him because of the military order. One by one, they continue to "roll" forward like water droplets. Each time it passes, it presses the bridge deck like a wave.

Biting the leather cord on the third crossbow with his mouth, Qiu Ruofeng also freed his left hand. Hold the thick rope tightly with both hands, and exert force on both feet, legs and waist pole at the same time, trying to "lift" your body right. This set of movements, which cannot be said to be wrong, did not play any role, but made him more out of tune with the undulating rhythm of the bridge deck, and it took more effort to ensure that the body was not thrown directly into the "abyss".

After the first failed attempt, he paused for a few breaths before making a second attempt. The second attempt was quickly declared unsuccessful, and he forced himself to compose himself and tried a third time. Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth ......, all of which ended in failure.

Time suddenly flew away, and in a few breaths, it seemed as if more than a hundred years had passed. The muscles in the arms, thighs, and calves begin to tremble uncontrollably. The underwear on his body was completely soaked with sweat, cold and sticky. The iron armor on the upper body weighs like a grinding disc.

There was still no one to stop and save him, and one by one, the cavalry passed by him, and no one had time to distract himself. Qiu Ruofeng's mouth moved, and he stubbornly closed it tightly, and then closed his eyes in despair.

He knew he was running out of energy. When his hands can't grasp the rope, he's sure to fall. With an iron vest on his body and a three-handed crossbow, his little bit of three-legged cat water will definitely sink to the bottom next.

"At least Lao Tzu didn't become a drag until he died!" Proudly muttering in his heart, he was ready to resign himself to fate. At this moment, a strong force suddenly came from his belt, pulling him directly out of the ghost gate.

"Rubbish!" Yang Chengliang's scolding came into his ears at the same time, cold and rough, but it was better than countless natural sounds.

Bend your knees and instinctively squat down with your body while releasing your hand gripping the rope. Half by instinct and half by trust, Qiu Ruofeng successfully squatted on the bridge deck and restored the balance of his body. Immediately, there was a hot pain behind the neck.

"Stand firm, don't lie down!" Yang Chengliang gave him a "neck hug", followed by one hand under his armpit. "Go ahead, don't look in either way, just like you normally walk. You can't fall off such a big horse, you can't be dumber than an animal! ”

"Hey, hey—" In an instant, humiliation and courage went hand in hand. Let Qiu Ruofeng open his eyes, struggle to stand up, and move forward with his weak legs.

One step, two steps, three steps...... each step was small at first, but soon, he forced himself to take a big step while holding his chest high and his head up.

What's the matter, he's a big man, you can't be too embarrassed! With his eyes fixed on the other side, he quickened his pace, turning from walking to trotting.

At the foot of the bridge deck, the undulation of the amplitude quickly weakened. The other side is getting closer, getting closer! In the blink of an eye, he had one foot on the land, sweating all over his body.

"If you still have the strength, keep up! If you don't have the strength, you can hide to the side and don't get in the way of the cavalry! Yang Chengliang quickly withdrew his hand from his armpit, dropped a cold sentence, and walked to the left front.

Qiu Ruofeng was stunned, and then realized that he was actually helped across the rope bridge by the other party. In an instant, his body was as red as a ripe prawn.

And Yang Chengliang's words drifted down the wind and reached his ears word for word, "I asked Zhou Duwei for instructions before, and he said that after we seize the bridge, we can start our own actions." The cavalry still needs time to assemble, we don't have horses, we must go first. If you want to kill a thief, come with me! ”

"I want to listen to Team Yang's orders!" Several archers had already seen Yang Chengliang's performance in their eyes, and they surrendered their hands happily and convincingly.

Yang Chengliang smiled at everyone and decisively quickened his pace. The archers followed with their legs, and in an instant, they disappeared into the night.

His legs were still trembling, and his breathing was as heavy as pulling bellows. Qiu Ruofeng gritted his teeth and followed, resolutely refusing to lag behind half a step.

The left armpit was empty, as if something was missing. His heart suddenly became empty, like a dry field in early spring.

"The descendants of the Qiu family, one does not owe money, and the other does not owe favors." Effortlessly finding an excuse for himself, he quickened his pace, caught up with Yang Chengliang, and quietly used his body to protect the opponent's flank. Although, the darkness before dawn has not yet dissipated, and there is not a single enemy army in sight around.

The sound of horses' hooves soon sounded not far behind the side of the group. The Shuofang Regiment and the Teaching Regiment, which had been reorganized, formed two front-to-end sagittal arrays and began to move forward. In order to maintain the formation, they did not advance very quickly, but the rhythm was very steady, like two rapids crashing towards the river bank.

Most of the brothers had horizontal knives in their hands. However, the first three rows of brothers had long lances in their hands. The sharp lance, reflecting the starlight in the sky, beats and rises, like dozens of fireflies, dancing in the morning breeze.