There was no doubt that the crabs would be washed away by the mountain stream to their hometown, and now the empty basket of the old wine told him that he could go back to the barracks. As for the future, he can't think about it now.

"Pretty fast." Wang Yimi was still waiting for him in the stove, "I guess the road is not easy to walk!" How, what do they say? "Blue crab is such a delicacy, even Zhang Yudi will eat it with a smile, right?" Exhausted. The old wine replied, "Sleep, sleep." He didn't even change his wet clothes, and fell headlong on the bed. It should be nearly noon, but the window can't be lit up, so Da Lan put on his coat and looked at the door, muttering, "It's foggy." "In the rainy season, the area is often shrouded in sea fog. The milky white tulle was tightly spread on the surface of the sea, pushed along the shore, and stopped at the waist of the South Twilight Mountain. If the soldiers come from Bluestone City at this time, they will see the clear demarcation at the top of the South Dusk Mountain.

The golden jungle swayed slightly in the bright sunlight against the autumn breeze, and below was the flat and endless sea of clouds, and of course, the dazzling golden light that came out of the sea of clouds, the lighthouse of Bolangsha. When Da Lan turned back to the house, he felt a little awkward in his heart, but he was still a little confused when he woke up, and he couldn't figure it out all of a sudden. He paced hard in place for a few steps, his heart suddenly sank, and he rushed back to the door to look up. "Get it all up for me!" Da Lan spat hard, turned his head and shouted, "The lights are not on!" "On a normal day, the lights are lit before sunset and turned off after sunrise. This is to save fuel. Although blubber is resistant to burning, its value is high after all, and more than half of the carts used to light the goods are used for lighting every time, so it is not enough to burn non-stop.

But if it is rainy and foggy, the lights of Bolangsha are always bright. At this time, ships at sea need the guidance of a lighthouse more than a clear night. In the end, the guards of Bolangsa had only one thing to do: to make sure that the lighthouse was lit when it was supposed to be. For decades, the Boshang lights have never gone out on such a foggy day. Not to mention Zhang Yudi, even the most lazy Liu Chuanfeng and Lao Jiu didn't dare to loosen up a little in this matter. And now, the lights are actually out! Da Lan didn't know what caused this accident to happen, but he was completely aware that this was the biggest situation that Bluestone City had been in since it arrived at Bolangsha.

Zhu Yue almost crawled to the door. Last night he really ate his stomach again, and he didn't sleep soundly all night, but Dalan's shout shattered his sleepiness in an instant, and although he looked sloppy when he ran to the door, he was the only one of them fully armed. Like Da Lan, Zhu Yue never thought that such a thing would happen, he looked at Bo Shang deadly, but his eyes could not penetrate the milky white sea fog. What's going on? I can't understand it here, Zhang Yudi and Hou Ni didn't send out the horn - it's not surprising, after all, the fog horn has been broken for a long time. Zhu Yue was still the highest-ranking officer in Bolangsha, and while frowning and tightening the loose armor ring on his body, he instinctively issued an order to the chaotic city guards: "Go to Bo immediately," he took a deep breath, "Go and take all the guys with you." ”

There was a little uneasiness in the eyes cast by the city guards, Zhu Yue just didn't see it, although his heart was numb, but at this time he was the only backbone of the city guards, and he couldn't panic. The mountain road, which had been washed by the rain overnight, was muddy and difficult to walk, and most of the roads at several corners were emptied by the stream, so I had to wade through. Before they were halfway through, Wang Yimi and Liu Chuanfeng fell respectively, and they were covered in mud and water. Da Lan shouted as he walked: "Grandma, it's the first time I've seen such a heavy rain, and we really won't be able to go up to Bolangsha if it rains for a few more days." He hurried a few steps forward, approached Zhu Yue's side and said flatteringly: "Brother Yue, don't worry, maybe the wind and rain are too big and the lights are blown out." ”

Zhu Yue walked in the forefront, glanced at Da Lan with a blue face, and ignored him. Seeing his fierce expression, Da Lan didn't dare to say any more, lowered his head, slowed down his steps, and immediately fell behind again. Da Lan also knows that he is talking nonsense, the lighthouse of Bolangsha is built by a famous teacher in Huai'an, and the structure is the most exquisite. Boshang is easy to fog, this navigation light should be bright enough, and it can't be directly facing the tuyere - no matter what wick or lamp oil, let Boshang blow the wind and extinguish. At that time, there was no Beipijing on the market, and there was no transparent window, and even now, the one-person high Beipijing was too expensive. The Huai'an craftsman did not make a window at all, and used a gold-plated copper plate to build a few covers, and surrounded the navigation lights in the middle. No matter how strong the wind is, it can't blow the navigation lights. The gold plates were so flat and bright that they looked like mirrors, and they were carefully arranged, and the light that came out from the top of the tower was brighter than the lights themselves. How could such a beacon be blown out by the wind?

In fact, Zhu Yue knew in his heart that Da Lan was just a forgiveness to him. But how could his heart be open? The lights were turned off on a foggy day, this was the biggest accident that Bolangsha could have, not to mention his head, Bolangsha's seven soldiers, everyone's neck was on the blade. What's more, if a ship really passes by, isn't the life of the boatman also delayed? There have always been few boats at the mouth of the Bad Water River, but this kind of thing is difficult to say, and half a month ago, eight large boats passed at once. He looked at the sea, the fog didn't look thick, but it was blurred dozens of steps away, a long string of seven people, and he could only barely see the old wine that fell at the end, where could he see if there were ships on the sea.

The guards walked in a hurry, their steps scattered, and the sound of the bubbling stream on the mountain road was the sound of them trampling the mud, and occasionally a few crunching sounds were heard, and weapons and armor collided together. The impact should have been more frequent, and the waist knife had already knocked the crotches of several soldiers red. But the armor of the city guards is cowhide inlaid with iron nails, and it is not complete, so it is rare to touch the weapons. Zhu Yue glanced at the soldiers behind him and sighed slightly. Since the day they came to Bolangsha, probably no one expected these bluestone city guards to fight. Even if Zhu Yue asked the city guards to bring all their weapons, it was only five waist knives and three spears, and the most lethal ones were probably two infantry crossbows, which could shoot seven crossbow arrows in a row at a time - but there were only two quivers, a total of only forty-eight crossbow arrows.

That's it, it's still Hou Ni's credit, if it weren't for him to wipe and maintain it from time to time, I'm afraid that half of these weapons would have been useless. Such a shabby armament may not be able to catch up with even the smallest road guard, and the weapons in the hands can only strengthen courage at best. If something terrible really happened to Bo Shang, Zhu Yue couldn't think of any way to deal with it no matter how fast his mind turned. There was a "snap" behind him, and Zhu Yue turned his head to see that it was Da Lan who fell this time. Da Lan stepped on a loose pebble and plunged headlong into the stream and drank two sips of muddy water. He finally stood up straight, wiped the muddy water from his face, and choked while angry with himself: "I'm really blind, not even as good as Xiaogu's bear bag." At this time, there were only two people in the team who had not wrestled yet, Zhu Yue and Lao Jiu.

Zhu Yue's heart moved. The old wine was far behind, and he walked very carefully. Only then did he remember that last night it was the blue crab that Lao Jiu Shangbo sent to deliver, and the water was bigger at night, and he couldn't see the road clearly, so he must have suffered a lot from Lao Jiu, and now he is so careful. Lao Jiu delivered crabs in the middle of the night, and he was the last of the five people in the barracks to see Zhang Yudi and Hou Ni. was confused just now, Zhu Yue didn't think to ask him about last night.

Lao Jiu saw that the people in front of him had stopped and waited for him, and when he came to understand, his heart was pounding before he could reach everyone, and he asked himself back and forth: "Say?" Or don't say? "In fact, this problem came up when I saw the lights go out, but I still have to struggle at this moment." Xiaojiu," Zhu Yue asked him, "Did you see anything at the Bo last night?" Lao Jiu's face changed, and he said hoarsely: "The light is on, and you can see the yellow cancan of Bo Shang at the corner below, there is nothing special." Zhu Yue is a veteran oilman, why can't he understand the old wine's statement of avoiding the important and trivial, and he is not polite, and asked bluntly: "I didn't ask you about the navigation lights, tell me if there was anything unusual about Zhang Yudi and Hou Lao last night?" The old wine was dumb, and he bowed his head and did not speak.

Da Lan said angrily: "When? It's like a! Brother Yue asks you! Although Lao Jiu's heart is very empty at this moment, it is like a mirror, and after a while, when he arrives at Bo, he sees Zhang Yudi and them, and whatever lie he says will be exposed on the spot. He turned his heart sideways, closed his eyes, and said loudly: "It rained so hard last night, and I threw all the crabs into the water halfway, what else can I send?" I didn't even make it to the Bo! "You ......" Da Lan jumped up and was about to slap him, but was pulled by Zhu Yue. He believed what the old wine said. didn't send a night snack to his colleagues, at most, it broke Bolangsha's rules, and it had little weight compared to the current matter. The old wine didn't go to the Bo, so naturally he didn't see anything, and the thing Zhu Yue wanted to know most was still a fog, where did he have the heart to entangle this with the old wine at this time. He waved his hand dryly, motioning for everyone to continue walking.

A few soldiers left the old wine one by one. He said that this matter was not a big deal, but he lied that he sent it to the night point, which was a blatant deception to everyone. There are only seven people in Bolangsha, and they have to lie and deceive, which is the most despicable. The old wine stood there in a daze, looking at Wang Yimi, who was the last to leave, and looked at him deeply, his heart was cold, and he couldn't help but reach into the placket of his clothes, and the whistle was still hot and hidden in the bag. Knowing that something happened to Bo Shang, he remembered this whistle, it may not matter if he didn't send the blue crab, but if he sent this whistle last night, maybe Zhang Yudi could blow the fog horn for help. Wang Yimi didn't say this in public, but he knew what Wang Yimi was thinking. Now I can only hope that the navigation light is out of order, and if someone dies, I am afraid that Wang Yimi will not hide it for him.

Zhu Yue was also thinking about the fog flute. Of course, he didn't know that Wang Yimi had already fixed the whistle, but he was just angry at his own sluggishness. Since seeing the lights go out, he is calm and calm on the surface, but in fact, he is out of proportion. He should have thought that when it was foggy, in addition to the lighting of the navigation lights, he would have to blow the fog horn every three moments. After the whistle was broken, it was decided to replace it with a screw number. Of course, the snail is far less than the fog whistle, but it is better than nothing. Maybe it's because it hasn't fogged up for too long, and no one has mentioned that there has been no snail horn on the blog. This kind of thing, others may forget, but it will never be Zhang Yudi. If the lights are out and the signal is dumb, then it is not that there is something wrong with the navigation lights, but that something has happened to the tower keeper.

Thinking of this layer, the last trace of luck was also filtered out, Zhu Yue's back was cold and sweaty, and his right hand withdrew the infantry crossbow from his shoulder. "Tell the people in the back," he said to Dalan, "pick up all the guys when you go to Bo, and watch me do whatever I do, don't be reckless." Da Lan had a nervous and excited expression on his face, and asked, "Brother Yue, do you really want to fight?" Zhu Yue smiled bitterly, what kind of battle can such a few people fight. Da Lan didn't know Zhu Yue's thoughts, he had always been proud of his bravery, at this time, a spear was held tightly, and he was very eager to try, so he went to convey it to the people behind him.

Zhu Yue's words had not yet reached Wang Yimi, and he had already unloaded the crossbow on his shoulder. He was not good at using swords and guns, but he was careful, and the crossbow was handed over to him. Like Zhu Yue, he also thought of the problem of the spiral horn. Moreover, there was always something in his six senses that told him that what was happening on Bo might be bigger than they had imagined. He is a mystic, and he is quite confident in his perception. The closer he got to the lighthouse, the stronger the uneasiness became, and in addition to the crossbow in his hand, he also held two pieces of paper in his hand. It was only at this time that he deeply regretted that he should have practiced more offensive secret arts, lest he not even be able to remember the mantra like he was now.

When a mystic artist of his level uses a powerful secret technique, he must use a mantra to trigger the induction of spiritual power. Although Lao Jiu does not have Wang Yimi's perception, he can observe his face. To be honest, the most mysterious of the seven soldiers of Bolangsha is Wang Yimi, but he unconsciously has a trace of trust in Wang Yimi for no reason. Perhaps because Wang Yimi is the only mystic here, people are always in awe of things they don't know and are not familiar with. Seeing Wang Yimi holding the crossbow, Lao Jiu only felt that his hair stood up, and he held the spear with both hands, but unlike Da Lan, his posture of holding the gun seemed to be grasping a life-saving straw. The steps under his feet were still steady, but his teeth were already starting to tremble.

The five of them were all close at this time, and each other's breathing could be heard on the mountain road in the fog. When we arrived at Bo, the wind was strong, and the fog quickly flowed around everyone. Vaguely, they all seemed to smell a strange smell.