When Zhu Yue returned to the bridgehead, the entire Bolangsha was glowing, the head of the blogger was the golden light of the lighthouse, and the tail was the blazing white flame. "Look." Wang Yimi pointed to the raging fire and said, "How beautiful Bolangsha is! His eyes lit up with fire. Wang Yimi has been in Bolangsha for so long, and it is the first time for Zhu Yue to see him with such an excited expression. He knew that it was not the spectacular fire that Wang Yimi was jubilant about, but the battle that blocked the Red Brigade.

There is no doubt that these three castle guards have put in more effort than they can do, and they have reason to be proud of it. War also has an infectious side, and sometimes the fight itself can lead to a state of self-forgetfulness. However, Zhu Yue didn't have time to celebrate this small victory, on the contrary, his heart sank: the fire burned so big, much more fierce than expected, and the blubber in the ditch wouldn't last long if it went down like this. There was a brief gap in the heat of the battle, and both sides disappeared from each other's view. Big Blue leaned against the black stone and gasped. In fact, several encounters were all electrically liturgical, and the time to actually do it added up to less than half a bag of cigarettes, but Da Lan was almost out of shape.

Fighting a war is not a sword and a gun on weekdays, it is obviously the same move, and if you use it on the battlefield, you will exhaust all your strength. After Li Baishen fell, Da Lan and Zhu Yue dealt with the last wave of attacks. His trembling arms couldn't even stab the spear flat, and looking at the blood-colored leather armor and cold sword light in front of him, he knew he was finished. However, it was actually the Red Brigade who fell, still carrying a broken spear in his belly, and Da Lan still can't recall how this happened. At that time, as long as the other party came up with one more person, one more person, he didn't know what would happen, and of course, Da Lan didn't have the strength to think about it. Big Blue just sat there, gasping. Li Baishen's body was slowly cooling down beside him, but he didn't feel it at all. The extreme exhaustion after the confrontation took full possession of his body and mind.

Fighting a war turned out to be like this. There was neither the intensity of the imagination, nor the time to feel the blood. Underneath the shadow of the sword, the body is acting according to instinct. Da Lan had a ridiculously illusory feeling, as if he was standing in mid-air watching his other self fight with the Red Brigade, and the onlooker was completely closed to his mind. Big Blue didn't fight, but he did, and he fought. At the age of thirteen, Da Lan began to grow taller, a head taller than the children of the same year. He is illiterate, so naturally he doesn't know what "rampant in the countryside" means, but the villagers have a deep experience.

In the ten miles and eight townships near Yangwan Village, everyone has heard of "the biggest big blue fist". It's hard to have an objective assessment of this, but everyone who gets punched will feel that the fist that suddenly enlarged in front of them is really big! Da Lan liked this feeling very much, and the dull sound of his fist smashing on his face with a crisp sound made his pores squeak and squeak all over his body. Until one day, he found it difficult to hit someone, and finding some trivial excuse to hit someone was enough to consume half the pleasure. The most respected old man in Yang Wan Village gave him a good idea, he said: There is a kind of work that is particularly suitable for Da Lan with Zhen Hengyu, and the people over there like to watch people fight the most, and they like it to the extent that they have to pay to hire people to fight. This is indeed a big temptation for Da Lan - there is still money to get in a fight!

Da Lan immediately left Yang Wan Village, which made the old man more and more respectful. But Da Lan didn't reach his destination, and when he reached Qingshi, he found that it was much more difficult to exchange his fists for food than to fight in Yangwan Village. At the door of a baked cake shop, Da Lan, who had a blue nose and swollen face, was pressed to the ground by four city guards who also had a blue nose and swollen face, and the city guard who looked like the leader looked at Da Lan for a while, and his knife-like gaze eased. He pointed to his military uniform and asked Da Lan: "Do you want to fight with money?" "That boss didn't make fun of Da Lan, but Da Lan was really rough, so he put on his military uniform and beat the gang leader. The gang leader is not of a high rank, but he is the most powerful kind of soldier in the army. Within a few days, Da Lan came to Bolangsha to report for duty, and was then thrown into the dry ravine by Zhu Yue. After being thrown three times, Big Blue didn't want to fight again.

Fighting and being beaten are completely different things, and there is really no pleasure in the latter. And he gradually discovered that there were many things that were not boring and fun to do without fighting. Like Li Baishen, Da Lan also feels that Bolangsha is the most suitable place for him. It's just a little bit of a pity, even the thrill of fishing and catching crabs is different from slapping people in the face, and it always seems that something is missing. It wasn't until he raided the three Red Brigades in the lighthouse that he woke up to the fact that fighting was a more exciting and enjoyable thing than fighting. However, like fighting, fighting with outnumbered enemies is not exciting at all. To be precise, it was much worse than fighting, because he knew full well that if he made the slightest mistake, he would lose his life.

It made his whole body tense, and even the most effective assassination didn't give him the slightest pleasure, and he was already out of his mind. At this time, he could appreciate something else, perhaps what could be called responsibility. Da Lan didn't have the strength to think about it, he only knew that if the Red Brigade rushed in front of his eyes, Brother Bo would be finished. The sense of responsibility is completely different from the pleasure, even if Da Lan is now light and fluttering, his heart is very heavy. He didn't know if he liked it, but it lingered in his heart. Zhu Yue came down again, carrying the boss with an oil drum. "I'm filling in the pit!" Zhu Yue pointed to the back of the black stone and said to Da Lan.

Da Lan could also faintly hear the sound of the blade hitting the stone on the ground, but he didn't want to pay attention to it at all: "Fill it!" Fill it in and hit it again. Zhu Yue put down the oil drum and listened to it for a while, his face was very ugly. The Red Brigade had no tools and could only dig the ground with swords, which was certainly inefficient, but they kept doing it. The Red Brigade of the brigade had already moved to the foothills of the Southern Twilight Mountains, and there were at most a dozen soldiers behind the Black Rock. The direction of the main attack has changed, and these Red Brigade are still actively and diligently preparing for the next attack. "Bo Shang too." Zhu Yue said with a gloomy face, "Those Red Brigade have gone to cut down trees." No figure could be seen, and only the thud of the tree could be heard. ”

"Huh?" Big Blue didn't understand. "They're going to build bridges." Zhu Yue explained, "I mean, then everyone can fight on their own, and they don't have to wait for orders from above...... These Red Brigades are really powerful. "The Red Brigade was right to attack as soon as they arrived, the terrain was unfavorable, and they shouldn't have given the city defenders any chance to react. The only problem was that the fortitude of the city guards surpassed the imagination of the Red Brigade. The Red Brigade missed a blow, and immediately changed its way to prepare for another battle, which is worthy of being a strong soldier in the world, and this strain alone is not comparable to any of the six armies of Bluestone. Zhu Yue didn't know how the battle of the past two months was fought, and according to his cognition, Qingshi should have known defeat a long time ago.

"Isn't it that we killed you?" Da Lan said disdainfully, "If you come again, you will still die." In fact, he thought the same as Zhu Yue, when the Red Brigade was ready, he was afraid that the city guards would no longer be able to withstand this wave of offensive. The one thing he didn't say was: "It's nothing more than dying together." "A few brushes with death, and now the word is just a word, and it no longer has the power it used to be." Don't keep it. Zhu Yue subconsciously lowered his voice and pointed to the oil drum at his feet, "Light this up, they won't be able to get by, and then go up and help me carry two buckets down." Da Lan was stunned: "You use this, what should I do with the navigation lights?" "Bolangsha's blubber can only be used to light navigation lights, and the rules have not been broken for decades, not to mention that there is not much oil in storage, if it is used to set fire to the enemy, I don't know how many are enough to light the lights.

Zhu Yue smiled bitterly and was silent. He, Lao Jiu, and Wu Mazi have already moved more than a dozen barrels of whale fat to the edge of the ditch, except for a few barrels transported to the mountain road, and the rest of the warehouse is enough to burn for three or five days. But if the Red Brigade attacks, what will they do if they talk about what will happen in three or five days? It's good that these blubbers can block the Red Brigade for a few more moments. Da Lan patted his head: "I'm confused." He looked up and said to Zhu Yue, "The fire is ready, but I'm still staying here." He shook the infantry crossbow in his hand, "and three arrows, a knife." Brother Yue, you just have to help the rotten pimples keep them on the Bo, and I will set the fire to the last moment, and hold on for a while. ”

Zhu Yue saw that he looked solemn, and he didn't persuade much, so he sighed slightly, and said, "Da Lan, I'm looking at the two ends above, and I won't ask you to carry it alone." Big Blue nodded. Zhu Yue turned around to carry the buckets of whale fat, and suddenly heard Da Lan say, "Brother Yue, will the Fufeng Camp that you said rotten pimple talk about?" "Will the Fufeng Camp come after all? The fog is thinning, a sign of near dusk. The sea fog of Bolangsha will definitely dissipate completely when the first star rises. Without the cover of the sea fog, the chances of the city guards are even slimmer, will reinforcements come? Everyone has thought about this question countless times, but no one will ask it. Even Wang Yimi is beating a drum in his heart. It's been almost three months since I went to Bolangsha, and I have no contact with Fufeng Camp. The battle in Bluestone is tight, who knows if anyone is worried about the small army on Nandusk Mountain.

Taking advantage of the temporary break in the war, Wang Yimi went to blow the fog whistle again. He was blowing it to the city guards. Big Blue poured blubber on the ground and nearly slipped himself. He spread out the wick as well, and said scoldingly, "Now you have to be careful even with the knife." He raised his eyes and looked, and Zhu Yue was really sitting on the side of Bo with a bow and arrow. But he knew in his heart that if the Red Brigade really rushed up, he would not have time to retreat, and he would be shot to death by the Red Brigade before he reached Zhu Yue. Fate is set, and he is relieved, but he doesn't know what kind of death it is.

He squatted down and patted Li Baishen on the shoulder: "How about I accompany you?" You have to cook crabs for me. He smirked as he spoke. After laughing, I heard Zhu Yue shouting angrily: "On the top of my head!" He opened his bow and released the arrows, but he didn't expect Bo to have a strong wind, and he lost his head when the distance was far away, and a soft sound of "ding" splashed a spark on the black stone. As soon as Da Lan looked up, a shadow fell from the black pressure, which happened to hit him. The black stone was tilted inward on both sides, and neither he nor Zhu Yue expected that the Red Brigade would be able to climb up with a human ladder on such a boulder. Both were poured into blubber. The Red Brigade obviously didn't expect that the ground was full of oil, and he didn't make it up in a hurry. Big Blue backhanded an arrow, and the crossbow arrow went through the Red Brigade's mouth and into his own thigh, causing him to snort in pain. When he opened his eyes again, a red brigade also rushed out of the corner, and Da Lan did not hurry to pull the crossbow machine, so close to the distance, even Haiyan also shot.

He threw down the crossbow and saw Zhu Yue rushing down, the bowstring in his hand sounded, and a black shadow fell above his head, which happened to land beside him, with half an arrow feather on his shoulder. Da Lan suddenly became interested, and smashed a fist on the nose of the Red Brigade, smashing out two black bloods. In the midst of a long laugh, he saw the Red Brigade rushing to him staring at the flint in his left hand with a horrified face. "Click", Da Lan hit the flint. The fog finally lifted. The fire on the mountain road was more prosperous than the one in the ditch, and the blubber was almost burned. There was a wave of killing on the other side, and the Red Brigade rushed over with a long raft.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!" Wu Mazi shouted loudly, hiding behind the door panel and struggling to shoot the bow. "It's refueling!" The old wine made fun of him, and rushed to the edge of the ditch. How many arrows can you shoot with three bows? The Red Brigade's bows and arrows were much denser than those of the city guards. The door panel stood out in the bo, and dozens of archers lined up in a row and fired at the door panel. Fortunately, the wind was strong, and more than half of the arrows were blown crooked. Rao is like this, and the sound of "tuk tuk" on the door panel is continuous. Wu Mazi leaned against the door panel, leaning out from time to time to put an arrow, and he didn't aim at it. At such a distance, such a wind, there is only random shooting.

Zhu Yue jumped out of the cover of the doorboard, straightened his body, and shot well. Wang Yimi was taken aback: "Lieutenant! Lieutenant! Zhu Yueli didn't pay attention to it, there were already archers who had noticed the old wine, and he wanted to attract as much attention as possible. Wang Yimi understood and also stood up from the other side of the door. The first barrel of oil was dumped as the raft hit the edge of the ditch. The flames, which had already dimmed, suddenly soared a lot higher. This time, the old wine became the target of everyone, and no archers paid attention to Zhu Yue and Wang Yimi. Lao Jiu's movements were surprisingly agile, and he successfully pushed down the second oil drum in the rain of arrows, but he was stunned when he ran to the third oil drum, and under the light of the fire, he could see a thin shadow on his back.

Zhu Yue's arms were already swollen, and he couldn't pull the bowstring anymore, he saw more and more thin shadows on Lao Jiu's body, and his eyes suddenly became hot - he couldn't remember when he felt like this last time. "Evacuate to the lighthouse." Zhu Yue said hoarsely. There were still no archers from the Red Brigade shooting at the city guards who fled to the lighthouse, and all the attention was on Lao Jiu. He had pushed down the third oil drum and was staggering towards the fourth.

Zhu Yue pinned the door panel of the lighthouse with his waist knife. He knew it was futile, but he had to make an appearance. Wu Mazi lay in front of the window on the second floor sluggishly, looking at the turbulent sea in the night.