"What does it smell like?" Da Lan lowered his voice and said, twitching his nose vigorously, "It seems to be burning something, but it doesn't taste the same as the navigation lights!" The old wine suddenly stopped trembling, and this familiar smell brought back memories from a long time ago, and at the same time brought back the miserable cries of imagination. He slowly spit out a few words, and the cold air in his words made Zhu Yue couldn't help but tremble. The old wine said, "This is the taste of roasted human flesh." ”

It should be Li Yu who was burned into barbecue. In other words, it is definitely not Zhang Yudi. Through the mist, Zhang Yudi's tall figure could be seen standing on the edge of the suspension bridge. The knife in his hand was on the ground, with the momentum of a man who could not be opened. But he stood still, motionless, without utterance, staring at the charred drawbridge in front of him. At the end of the drawbridge lay a charred corpse, the appearance of which was not clear, and the smell of roast meat emanated from him. Zhu Yue's heart was completely cold, and he didn't need to look closely to know that Zhang Yudi was already a dead man. What happened on Bo was worse than he could have imagined.

The reason why Zhang Yudi stood tall was because he was full of arrows. Zhu Yue had never seen so many arrows in a person, he was afraid that there were twenty or thirty, and there were also many arrows on the ground beside Zhang Yudi, he was purely supported on the ground by dense arrow shafts, and the ground under his feet was already soaked in blood. Walking in front of Zhang Yudi, Zhu Yue found that Zhang Yudi still had a pair of eyes open, his mouth open as if he was reprimanding something, and a fatal arrow pierced his eyebrows. Zhang Yudi had four arrows in his face, and Zhu Yue couldn't even close his eyes.

When you get closer, you can see the situation up and down the drawbridge, and even more dazzling than the charred corpse is the burned and mutilated cart. There were also several unburned crippled barrels on board. Wang Yimi walked to the suspension bridge and went to the ditch to take a look: "There seem to be some barrels in the ditch," he looked directly into Zhu Yue's eyes, "It should be the wagon of the baggage soldiers." Then he squatted down to take a closer look at the charred corpse, even Zhu Yue couldn't help but admire his composure, just looking at the charred corpse was enough to make people's stomachs churn. It's not that Zhu Yue hasn't seen blood, but this kind of corpse that is burned to the point of distortion is another matter. "It's a multi-military school." Wang Yimi's voice carried a hint of sadness, and he gently flicked the arm of the charred corpse, and the crispy flesh spread out, exuding a strange aroma. Wang Yimi picked out a black brand from the pile of meat, which was the rank card of the military academy. Hou Ni never wore his rank card on his body, and he himself knew that this rank was a joke, but secretly, he kept this rank card close to him until he died.

Big Blue felt very uncomfortable. He had always thought that he was a bold man, but he didn't expect that his stomach would churn so badly when he saw such a corpse. When Wang Yimi moved Hou Ni's body, he finally couldn't stand it, such a piece of black and red minced meat was the old man who got along day and night. "Rotten pimples!" He barely shouted, "Don't mess with him......" Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of sour salt and acid had already squirted out of his mouth, and his throat and eyes were very spicy. Wang Yimi stood up, he could feel the gaze of his colleagues, they were all trying to suppress the discomfort in their stomachs, Wang Yimi's calmness made them seem to see a monster. He sighed, looked at the military rank card in his hand, and said to Zhu Yue: "Lieutenant, the war is over." ”

Wang Yimi has only been in Bolangsha for more than two months. Before he arrived, the city guards only knew that there was a mystic, and the gossip brought by the soldiers made them so excited that they almost demolished the barracks. Qingshi is the gateway to Wanzhou, and it has always been the strongest town among the ten towns. However, at the moment, when people are chatting, they are only talking about the six armies of Qingshi, and the city guard with the largest number of people has never been mentioned. In fact, it is not surprising that the city guard has taken on the name of defending the city, but in fact, it is great to do something to arrest bandits, and the most embarrassing thing is that even dredging the canals, collecting commercial taxes, and cleaning the streets are also the standing things of the city guard. Although the bluestone people do not regard the city guard as a soldier, even the city guard himself only regards himself as a coolie wearing a military uniform. Although there are a lot of mystics in Wanzhou, those who serve in the army are rare, not to mention Bolangsha, even in the bluestone city, the mystics are only deployed in the two armies of Jinbei and Lone Fei, and the city guards can't rub their side no matter how much they hope for it. But in that issue of Bo to change the guard, there was a secret magician, and it was strange that the city guards were not excited!

Whether it was surprise or surprise, when they saw Wang Yimi, the city guards suddenly received a blow to their heads with joy, and now they understood how they could have such good luck. Wang Yimi is a spirit being. This was evident to the city guards the moment he took off his cloak when he reported for duty. There are people who are not good-looking, but there is no such unsightly, this can only be a spirit that is not very successful in condensing. Wanzhou spirits. It's not because there are more spirits condensed here, but because Wanzhou people value interests over origin, all races are treated equally, and there are many discriminated spirit races who come to settle in Wanzhou. Even ordinary Wanzhou citizens may have seen the gorgeous and incomparable Sister Ling in the Qinglou, and met the low-level and ugly Ling brothers in the market. Wang Yimi is clearly the latter.

The spirit that failed to condense was not only physically fragile, but even the use of spiritual power that this clan was good at was also unbearable, and because of this, it became the lowest life in the land of Kyushu. Wang Yimi may not be said to be a failure of condensation, at least he is still a secret artist, but looking at his appearance, he also knows what level his secret skills are. He spent most of the time wearing that dirty black cloak, hiding his distorted face deep in the shadow of the cloak. Not only is he hideous-looking, but even the skin on his body is mostly a pimple, so Da Lan nicknamed him "Rotten Pimple".

Da Lankou did not cover it, and was scolded twice by Zhu Yue. In fact, Wang Yimi's appearance, the city guards gradually got used to it, and they no longer felt shocked, and no one cared if it was pimple or not. Wang Yimi's own temper is very good, no matter what Da Lan says, he always has a faint look, and his words and deeds are also extremely humble. If it weren't for someone else asking, he wouldn't be able to say a word all day. After a long time, even Da Lan felt bored, thinking that he was a cat teasing a wooden mouse. No matter how taciturn he is, he can't stand the loneliness of Bolangsha. Not to mention a rapping character like Da Lan, even Li Baishen, who is lazy all day long, has generously and heroically described his ideal more than a dozen times in the dim barracks: after saving enough money as a city guard for a few years, he wants to buy a small house on the edge of the dream swamp, "every day is fishing". Similarly, in the past two months, Wang Yimi's outline has gradually become clear: before arriving in Qingshi, he had also mixed in the egret group!

On the ground in Wanzhou, it is a common thing not to know the Sixth Army of Qingshi: this ground has been too peaceful for a long time, and in people's hearts, the army has become the same as the bodyguards of the road guard. But as long as the size is a town, you must have heard of the Egret Troupe, this juggling team has been wandering in Wanzhou for several generations, and it has become a legend in itself. How can people in peaceful days not have entertainment? Since Wang Yimi can enter the Egret Regiment, he has some skills in his hands. Although he was cautious, he was not very reserved, and after the city guards had been teasing for a long time, he showed everyone with his hands. In fact, it was nothing more than a small trick such as flames coming out of his hands or grabbing streamers out of thin air, but when he was cast from Wang Yimi, who had mixed with the egret group, it was always indescribably chic and beautiful. After everyone applauded, they seemed to feel that Wang Yimi was also much better.

No one can guess why Wang Yimi left the Egret Regiment, but the reason why he joined the city guard and was sent to Bolangsha is clear - how can this kind of spirit survive in the conservative bluestone? Although it is not a serious career in Wanzhou, he has 30 catties of yellow millet and 7 silver quills a month. Seriously, if it weren't for Xiao Qianxia's vigorous expansion of the army in the past year, Wang Yimi would not have been able to accept him even if the city guards looked like this. Bolangsha's city guards, except for Zhang Yudi, who came later than Wang Yimi, all have some bumpy stories, and Wang Yimi also has some sympathy. No matter how the attitude of the city guards changes, Wang Yimi has always been calm and calm, but he has never changed his attitude.

When Da Lan and Zhu Yue partnered to guard the tower, they inevitably had to chew the tongues of the city guards. Zhu Yue has been in the army for many years, and he has brought a lot of soldiers under him, and he doesn't know how to fight, and his eyes are very poisonous. Only when it came to Wang Yimi, Zhu Yue couldn't help frowning and said, "This Wang Yimi really can't understand." Da Lan listened to it in his ears, and his heart was quite surprised. He's reckless, but he's not a rough man. Zhu Yue's tone was most familiar to him, and when he spoke like this, he meant that he had some doubts about Wang Yimi, but he didn't know where this suspicion came from. But he didn't have anything to do with the night in his heart, so he let it go if he didn't understand, and the next day he still shouted "rotten pimples".

Zhu Yue's suspicion of Wang Yimi was not without origin, and he himself couldn't say clearly, but there was always a gap between this spirit and the ability he demonstrated. At this time, Wang Yimi's words dragged Zhu Yue back to reality from shock. Zhang Yudi and Hou Ni are dead anyway, and he has to worry about the rest of the brothers. Wang Yimi is right, this is not an accident, this is a war. And what a killing force can be of an army that can shoot so many arrows at a soldier! He fixed: "There is one less person." ”

Most of the city guards hadn't recovered yet, and Li Bai muttered deeply, "Is there one less?" Wang Yimi nodded and said, "Wu Mazi." "Wu Mazi is a soldier who comes to give it to him every time. Li Baishen subconsciously probed to look into the ditch, but could only barely see the outlines of a few wooden barrels. Zhu Yue held the crossbow to his chest and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Go to the lighthouse and have a look." He looked at the bewildered city guards and added, "Be mindful and watch for your own life." The effect of this sentence was so good that even the demented old wine woke up, and tiptoed to the lighthouse with his spear in hand. The fog gradually thickened, and the lighthouse could not be seen on the edge of the drawbridge, but at this time, it was only about ten paces away from the lighthouse, and it could only be seen in the shadows.

The lighthouse door was open, and someone could be vaguely heard talking inside, and the footsteps of the city guards suddenly froze. Looking at the deaths of Zhang Yudi and Hou Ni, it should have been two or three hours since the accident in Boshang, and the attackers seem to have left. Just to see what is going on here, who would have thought that there would be people here! Zhu Yue looked around at the city guards, stretched out five fingers and swung them back and forth. There is not much space in the lighthouse, most of which is used to house the delicate lantern mechanism and oil storage barrel, and the two floors together can accommodate five people. Five-on-five, although the city guards are not skilled in combat, they are at least familiar with the terrain. This should have been a hard fight, if it was on flat ground, most of the city guards could only be slaughtered, but if the opponent was blocked in the tower, in such a fog, they might not suffer. Zhu Yue knew that these soldiers were terribly afraid in their hearts, but at this time, retreating was only closer to death, and it was often this courage that was inferior on the battlefield. He pulled Wang Yimi to his side and gestured at the city guards.

Two infantry crossbows can shoot fourteen arrows in an instant. The space inside the lighthouse is small, and there is no way to avoid it, if you can attack the enemy first, even if there are really five enemy troops in the tower, you can kill most of them. After shooting the crossbow arrows, let Da Lan and Li Baishen go in and stab them indiscriminately, and Zhu Yue followed with his own knife, he felt that the odds of winning were quite good. He didn't expect the old wine to be pale. Perhaps, a victory can give courage to these city guards who have never seen a fight. Wang Yimi pointed to the two rooms next to the tower, and Zhu Yue was greatly surprised: he was so nervous that he actually ignored this. The room was full of oil drums for supplies and the like, and there were also weapons that Hou Ni had saved, which could not fit many people. But even if there were only three or two, killing from behind while the city guards were attacking the lighthouse would be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

Da Lan had almost calmed down, and slid to the edge of the house with a very eye-catching look, cautiously probing his head to look. The four city guards watched him, their palms were full of sweat, and they all gasped when they saw Da Lan Bi's gesture. The old wine was the most frightened, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Okay, okay!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the people in the tower to hear, and the whispering of Cheche in the lighthouse stopped abruptly. Zhu Yue gritted his teeth, swept to the door of the lighthouse, and seized the crossbow machine. The figure in front of him swayed, obviously someone was about to rush out. When he was about to shoot before he could shoot, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a soft streamer floated in mid-air, which was Wang Yimi's technique. The person who rushed out couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, Wang Yimi pulled the crossbow machine, and the seven crossbow arrows had already roared into the tower gate, Zhu Yue clearly heard the sound of the crossbow arrows penetrating the leather armor and body, followed by two muffled snorts.

Without hesitation, he stepped through the tower gate, and was confronted by a long sword that glittered with cold light, and a soldier in ochre red armor on the lighthouse staircase was looking at him with a look of astonishment on his face.