Two kilometers from the city to Lan Clan City will be a watchtower cut into dirt, and the guards are scanning down. From below, the gates made of wooden stakes and gray earth cut the sky into two lines, and a thick fog enveloped the entire castle, like a ghost in the dark night, mysterious and unpredictable. A black raven fluttered its wings and flew high, guarded by a dozen crossbowmen standing high, all of whom Yangil had replaced with his own. They even hijacked the person in charge of the heavily defended checkpoint and the gate of the Lan Clan, and asked An Murong to pretend to be a caravan and put the fuel barrel into the box containing the bow and arrow, and all of them were safely pulled into the Lan Clan.

When it was dark, the group led by Yan Jier disguised themselves as patrolling troops in the Lan Clan's city, poured all the fuel into every corner of the city wall with a pot, and after separating from An Guijia, An Guijia specially explained that he wanted to ensure that Andy's residence was not damaged in any way. Therefore, before the operation, Yangil specially explained to them that no one was allowed to spill cigarette oil five hundred meters away from Andy's residence, and then find a group of people nearby to protect Andy's safety and rescue them at a critical time.

They blocked all the intersections, and poured fuel on the roads in and out, around the barracks, including Niutel's residence, "There are nearly two thousand soldiers and patrols in Lan City, and it is very difficult to replace them. Xiao Chi reminded beside Yanjir.

"Find a way to kill the soldiers on duty on the tower. Yangil breathed a sigh of relief and said, after running for a day and a night, he was almost exhausted from exhaustion, but he couldn't rest, he could only hold on, "Some of the patrols in the city are already ours, but I don't know how much, Lord Musina is in charge." ”

"We make such a big move, as long as one person betrays, then we will lose everything. ”

"Don't worry. "No one wants to gamble with the lives of their families and children. Although he said this, what Xiao Chi said was not unreasonable, even he didn't know if he would survive tomorrow, "Angel, I miss you very much, but I can't do anything for you, if I die, please remember to shed tears for me, in another world, I will definitely be able to receive it." He tried not to let Xiao Chi see this expression of his, looked up at the stars in the night sky, and let out a soft breath. At this moment, his mind is full of Angel's figure, recalling the past when he was a child. Luobu City is very close to the Yanqi tribe, and Angel and An Ning go to the Yanqi tribe for more than a month every year. Since I was a child, I have loved the golden poplar forest in autumn, and I also like the endless Gobi and sandy beaches. Sometimes they ran hard in the grassland, walked hand in hand in the poplar forest, and there were rings woven from the dog's tail grass, and each image came to his mind.

"Brother...... Brother...... Come after me. The voice came from five-year-old Angel, who had a beautiful face and long hair that covered her waist, and her hair had never been cut from birth until she was five years old.

"Angel, run slower, don't fall. Yangil reminded him as he chased after him.

"Smack!" said Gil, when Angel fell into the dust, her whole face stuffed into the dirt. "Wow wow. Angel cried, and Yangil hurriedly chased after Angel and helped Angel up, "Let you run slower, you have to listen, don't cry." He hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Don't cry, I'll carry you back." Angel was still crying, and he made all kinds of grimaces to tease her, and she finally laughed, and Gil handed her back to Angel.

That day, it suddenly began to rain on a clear sky, and Yan Jir carried Angel back to the castle with a shallow foot.

When Angel was thirteen years old, she visited the Yanqi tribe, and they walked hand in hand in the poplar forest, and the ignorant Yangil said that she would marry Angel when she grew up, and Angel blushed and ran back to the castle, and since then their love has spread throughout Rob City and the Yanqi tribe.

Yanjir finally came back to his senses, walked to a gentle slope with Xiao Chi, and was pulled by a man in black at the dark bridge, Yanjir and Xiao Chi drew their swords at the same time to attack, and the man in black hurriedly whispered, "Don't worry, I'm Lord Musna." ”

"Mu ...... "Yangil's voice was so small that it seemed like wind leaking from between his teeth.

"That's right. Master Musna replied, "It is not easy to find you, from morning to dark to find out. ”

"How's the arrangement in the city?" asked Yangil.

"A third of them are already ours. "I just came to tell you that I have devised a way to send Andy out, and that I will send someone to send Andy away when the war starts, so you don't have to bother." ”

"I see. Yangil nodded in reply.

"There are at least five thousand enemies in the castle, and the way to distinguish them is the feathers on the top of the caps, remember, those who don't have feathers on their hats are our soldiers. "Lord Musna instructed.

Yan Jir listened and nodded continuously, then turned around and ordered Xiao Chi, "According to what Lord Musina said, go down." ”

The figure of Lord Musna has been submerged in the darkness, in the early morning, the Lan City is sleeping quietly, Yan Jier watched countless arrows fly towards the city at the high wall of the city, the people on the guard tower, the people who are heavily guarded fell to the ground one by one, the flying arrows lasted for more than ten minutes, the city was in chaos, countless torches illuminated every corner, and corpses were everywhere, including steps, pillars, city walls, canals, lawns and squares.

The fuel was ignited, and the whole castle burned in a huge fire, one after another fireballs flew in from outside the castle and landed in the crowd of heavy soldiers, many heavy soldiers were dressed in clothes, burning their bodies, the running heavy soldiers, the dancing movements of their hands and feet, the tearing cry in the castle like a ghost howl, they were like defenseless children in the huge fuel fire.

A strong smell of burning, the smell of burnt blood, and the smell of death and ruin floated over the castle, and the thick smoke covered the air like a layer of black clouds, like a wandering ghost. Yanjir looked at the scene in front of him, his heart was crept and painful, the war of the Yanqi tribe, countless soldiers died in such a burning fire in front of him. The shouts and bloodshed intensified, and the sky was filled with the thickest smoke like his blood-related relatives, warriors and herdsmen. He seemed to smell the smell of his relatives, and he could also see the faces of his relatives in the thick smoke and the burning scene of every part of the Yanqi tribe.

"Yangil, Ruolan, Wusi, go quickly. Yangil suddenly remembered the night when the Yanqi tribe went through that war, and his mother shouted in the last faint voice. That night, there were also countless grass arrows and torches flying into the castle, the scene was chaotic and fighting, the house was in flames, the mother pushed him, Ruolan and Wusi into the room safety notice, closed the iron door, through the crack in the door, he saw the stake on the roof fell down, smashed on the mother, the father was already dying in the flames, the moment the door closed, the mother also closed her eyes.

"My loved ones ....... "They died in the burning fire." He unabashedly wept tears and looked at him in despair, his eyes full of hatred like that of a wolf. He clenched his arms, his whole body trembling in the breeze, and his mouth spewed out a thick white breath.

"Young Master. Xiao Chi called behind him, his eyes melancholy and profound, "Don't look at it, no, I'll send someone to send you out of the city, right?"

"Nope. Yangil wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I'm going back to the team." With that, he drew his long sword, walked up the next step, and rushed into the team fighting all the way. He watched as a scrawny warrior mount with a feather on his hat galloped towards him, and cursed, "Die, bastard. ”