At the same time, at the foot of the left peak of Suzaku Mountain.

In the heavy rain, Wu Ming was jumping like thunder.

"Bastard!" The rain ran down his neck and onto his body, cold, but he ignored it completely, and was scolding himself: "What excuse? The third team on the left has already gone up the mountain, but the second team on the left can't even walk to the foot of the mountain? ”

Someone next to the "General ......" wanted to persuade him, but Wu Ming waved his hand to stop: "Order, the second team on the left will stop on the spot, expand horizontally, and do the rear defense of the whole army, and the other teams will be the whole team, and they will be sorted out within half an hour, ready for an assault, and if they can't complete the task, the commander will tie them up on the spot and wait for processing, and the general will act as the commander!" ”

"Order!" The herald went to give the order, and as he went, he was grieving for the other four teams. Isn't it because Gu Weidong of the second team from the left has a backstage? If any of the other four coaches didn't arrive at the bottom of the mountain on time, could Wu Ming be so generous to let them be reserves? "Well done, not as good as raw!" The herald couldn't help but speak, and then he was startled, and hurriedly looked left and right, fortunately, they were all far away, and there was no one in front of him. He let out a soft "snort", closed his mouth, and hurried forward to give the order.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the foot of the mountain was muddy, and from time to time soldiers fell into the muddy water, and men and horses kept slipping. Wu Ming's horse skipped twice in a row, Wu Ming simply jumped off the horse, let the guards lead the horse and wait, he took a big step himself, walked from one team to another in the heavy rain, and urged the teams to form a team as soon as possible. The water splashed under his feet, and his body and face were covered in mud, but he didn't care, and now, what he cared about most was when he could start attacking. In the rain, by lightning, he saw the soldiers with crooked armor and panting like oxen. He could only let the teams rest for a while, but his heart was about to burst into flames. He looked up at the peak from time to time, wondering if the left third team had already launched an attack?

A thunderclap rang out, and a bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the ground as if it were day. At this moment, Wu Ming seemed to vaguely see a figure swaying on the top of Zuo Feng.

He knew that this was his hallucination, more than 200 zhang away, in the dark night and heavy rain, how could he see a human figure, but he couldn't bear it anymore. In this battle, he gambled on the entire Left Route Army, the lives of 10,000 soldiers in the Third Left Team, and his future and life.

"Herald!" Wu Ming shouted, "The first on the left, the fourth on the left, and the fifth on the left, each team will draw out a hundred elites to form a death squad and try to attack the mountain first!" ”

"Order!" The herald had just returned from the order, and before he could catch his breath, he had no choice but to set off again.

Wu Ming closed his eyes lightly, and secretly said "I'm sorry" in his heart.

This is what he said to these three hundred elites.

Three hundred men, in the dark and heavy rain, attacked the high mountain guarded by thousands of enemy troops, which was equivalent to death.

Wu Ming just wanted them to die. He didn't plan to let these 300 people find out any major information, but just wanted to use these 300 people to mobilize the Jin army first. Because the time is almost up, it has reached the agreed time for the Left Third Route Army to launch an attack, if it can't attract the attention of the Jin Army in time, the Left Third Team may have to fight alone.

The death of these 300 people can attract the attention of the Jin army, cover the left 3rd team, and win time for the entire Han army, these 300 people do not move, they do not die, the left 3rd team dies, the left army fails to attack, and the whole Han army has to retreat. It is worth it to send 300 people to death, save 10,000 people, and save the entire war. It's just that these 300 people themselves may not think that it is worth it, and their parents, wives and children are afraid that they will definitely think that it is not worth it. The problem is that Wu Ming is the commander of the Left Route Army, and he can only coldly calculate the numbers, as for how many living lives are represented behind these numbers, and how many women and children are mourning and crying, he can only not think about it. A general can only learn to forget, otherwise he will live in pain all day long.

"Hurry up and get the whole team!" Wu Ming yelled.

The left peak of Suzaku Mountain. Twenty feet from the peak.

Wei Qing, Bai Buxin, and Hua Rong all stood here, looking up blankly. There is no road further up here, and there can be no road. Because further up is a cliff ten feet high, the surface is as smooth as a mirror, and the rain falls completely vertically from above. On the top of the cliff seems to be a large platform, which looks like it should be tens of zhang square.

"It's not going to work at all." Hua Rong muttered.

Wei Qing turned to look at Qin Shubao.

Qin Shubao was busy working next to the cliff on one side, and he was holding a strange thing in his hand, which consisted of two wooden sticks of the same length, one end of which was fixed to a disc marked with a scale, and nailed together with a large iron nail. Qin Shubao pointed one wooden stick at the opposite peak, and the other wooden stick remained horizontal, looking carefully at the scale on the disc, muttering what number was in his mouth.

"Little treasure! Is it okay to throw the fairy rope from here? Wei Qing shouted.

Qin Shubao ignored Wei Qing's question, just waved his hand with his back to Wei Qing, still muttering in his mouth.

Finally, he finished counting the numbers and turned to Wei Qing's side: "It's not good here, it's still seven zhang high." ”

Several generals sighed in unison. Qizhang, you have to climb to this cliff. "Go and tell General Wu that we can't get by." Wei Qing said to the herald on the side, "Let him stop attacking." ”

Everyone was silent.

No one expected that this attack would end in this way.

"I'll go." Bai Buxin stretched out his hand and grabbed the herald, "General Wu has always had a good impression of me, and he may listen to my explanation." ”

"So what's the difference?" Wei Qing smiled bitterly, "In short, the whole battle has completely failed, you and I are both sinners, and it is certain to lose our heads." ”

The people around were silent. A bolt of lightning lit up people's faces, and everyone had such a desperate look on their faces. It was also this lightning that made Wu Ming hallucinate, thinking that the third team on the left had reached the left peak, and ordered three hundred people to go out to send them to death to attract the Jin army.

"Let's go down the mountain." Wei Qing struggled to say these three words.

"Wait a minute." Someone in the crowd said that the voice was flat, as if reading a boring book. A person squeezed out of the crowd and saluted Wei Qing: "Wei Guji, we have to go up to this cliff, right?" ”

Wei Qing looked at this person and saw that he was wearing a civilian costume, knowing that this was a villager from another worldly village, and nodded immediately: "Yes, it's a pity that we can't go up." ”

"Maybe we'll be able to get up." The man replied in a voice that did not rise or fall.

A thunderclap rang out, but the thunder was definitely not as surprising as the man's bland answer.

Wei Qing grabbed his hand: "What did you say?" ”

The man let Wei Qing hold on to himself, but he still replied unhurriedly: "If you can find more iron guns for Zaixia, and try it in Xia, maybe there is hope to go up." ”

"What's your name?" Wei Qing asked.

"His name is Chen Qingzhi." Qin Shubao answered on the side, and also looked at Chen Qingzhi with a confused expression.

If there is anyone in the otherworldly village who Qin Shubao is most unfamiliar with, it is this Chen Qingzhi. He was always so plain, he only smiled at happy things, and he only sighed softly when he was painful. When someone of the same age asks him to play with something, he can play, and when no one looks for him, he stays at home quietly, as if he never has a time to be excited.

Now he suddenly stood up and said that he had a way to climb this cliff, not to mention Wei Qing, even Qin Shubao didn't know what he was capable of. Could it be that he has a more powerful magic technique than Pang Tong? It's just that in the other world village for all these years, I have never seen him practice what kind of mechanism he has. Qin Shubao looked at Chen Qingzhi and muttered secretly in his heart.

"Order, whoever has an iron gun in his hand will pass on the iron gun!" Wei Qing ordered.

Whether Chen Qingzhi can succeed or not, at least give it a try, anyway, if he doesn't succeed, at most he will go down the mountain a little later.

Soon, dozens of iron guns came up and piled up around Chen Qingzhi.

Chen Qingzhi bent down and picked up two iron guns, one in each hand, and walked slowly towards the cliff, saying in his mouth: "Please let go." Listening to his tone, it was as if he was not climbing a cliff, but walking home on the street.

Before the cliff, Chen Qingzhi stood still. He twisted his waist, exhaled, raised his arms, and with a "hey" shout, the fire on the stone wall splashed, and the iron spear suddenly sank into the stone wall!

He pulled the handle of the iron gun in his hand, his body stood on the handle of the gun lightly and skillfully, his left hand was raised, and it was another blow, and the left pistol did not enter the stone wall! He once again gently pulled the handle of his gun and stood up, and when he came down twice, he was already standing at a height of seven or eight feet.

"Somebody help hand me two more guns!" Chen Qingzhi stood on the handle of the gun and shouted below.

There was no answer.

It's not that no one helps, it's that everyone is stunned.

Is this a person? Is it God? Is it a ghost? Is it a demon? With a single hand, he could stab his gun into the stone wall, which looked like it was made of mud in front of him. How strong is this man?

"I, I'll come." Wei Qing was the first to recover from his dementia, and hurriedly picked up two iron guns from the ground, with the handles of the guns upward, and handed them to Chen Qingzhi.

"Someone, take a rope and tie it to the handle of the gun!" Bai Buxin also came back to his senses and yelled loudly.

"Command, don't go down the mountain, keep climbing up!" Hua Rong shouted at the soldiers behind him.

"Spread out, get out of the way, don't huddle together!" Li Guang was stunned by Chen Qingzhi as soon as he came up, and now he also joined the ranks of the order.

Chen Qingzhi looked at his feet, and saw that several generals were busy with red faces, and he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, raised his right hand, and stabbed the gun into the stone wall again.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a faint sound of shouting and killing. It was the death squad organized by Wu Ming that began to attack the enemy army.

"Hand over the iron spear!" Wei Qing stood at Chen Qingzhi's feet, bowed his head and shouted.