After a few days of dull past, they encountered a burned plank road again, and now Lin Feng and his party have entered the Meridian Valley for more than 20 days, passing through more than half of the distance, the period is not difficult, but it is definitely not smooth. Not to mention a mudslide disaster encountered just after entering the Meridian Valley, and later encountered a heavy rainstorm for two consecutive days, which caused the team to not move for five days, except for the food consumed, because of the sudden attack of the rainstorm, a small part of the grain was destroyed.

Counting the hazards of mudslides and the delay of natural disasters such as heavy rains, the team was delayed in the valley for nearly half a month, but because of the chain lock of Zhuge Wet Widow, it did not make everyone wait in vain, after all, you can also make Zhuge chain lock in the camp for use.

Facing the plank road in front of them, a group of craftsmen picked up their tools again, and began to drill holes along the cliff on one side, build wooden beams, and pull up iron cables. Near the destroyed plank road is the team's temporary camp, and the gang elder Zhu has already started making food with his helper apprentices, after all, this plank road in front of him is not short, I am afraid that the team will be delayed here for three or five days.

"Brother Feng, if it's okay, I'll take my brothers to see if I can find something!" Next to the cliff, Yuan Biao reminded Lin Feng, who was standing with his hands and looking at the craftsmen working hard, in a low voice: "After all, at our current speed, the remaining grain is not enough to support the valley!" ”

"Well, that's fine." Lin Feng nodded lightly, sighed lightly, turned around and admonished: "But be careful, the terrain here is too bad, whether you find it or not, come back as soon as possible!" ”

"Understood, then I'm leaving, Brother Feng!" Yuan Biao nodded, smiled slightly, and was about to turn around.

"Wait, where is Zhuge Shen'er?" Lin Feng turned around, his expression was puzzled, he hadn't seen Zhuge Shiwei for two hours, according to the other party's usual habits, he would definitely stand on the edge of the cliff blowing the cold wind, put his arms on his chest, squinted his eyes, and kept pinching his fingers.

"Huh? It seems to be a camp. Yuan Biao was also stunned, subconsciously looked around, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, it was obvious that this answer was his guess.

"Oh, look at the past, don't lose that magic stick!" Lin Feng nodded, but he didn't care, and then turned around again and looked at the craftsmen who were busy on the edge of the cliff.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, two piercing sounds sounded in succession, and when they heard the sound of breaking the air, Lin Feng and Yuan Biao, who had just turned around, and even a few Feng Kill brothers who were chatting and laughing around them, squatted down almost immediately, this kind of sound, each of them was familiar with it.

"Ahh

A craftsman who was concentrating on digging holes in the cliff with a hammer and a crowbar almost let out an exclamation at the sound of breaking the air, and a carved feather arrow was inserted right in his chest, and the bloodstained three-edged arrow came out from his back, and the blood in his body quickly gushed out from the wound, slowly dripping down the cold arrow, becoming a blood line.

"Uhhhhh

The other carved arrow hit the neck of a craftsman who was fiddling with the wooden beams, and except for a low whimper, the man's eyes widened as if to see what was stuck in his neck, but his gaze never moved down the slightest.

Immediately afterwards, the two corpses, which were still hot, lost the support of their bodies and the balance they relied on for survival, collapsed limply, and fell into the mountain stream along the other side of the cliff, with the attraction of gravity.

"There are enemies! Withdraw! Come back!! Lin Feng, who was squatting down, immediately saw the two archers hidden on the side of the cliff opposite, and after the two of them finished shooting the arrows, they hid their bodies behind the cliffs on the side, and it seemed that they were going to open their bows and arrows and prepare to attack again.

At this moment, the craftsmen on the cliff were all panicked, but after all, everyone was a craftsman in the army, and it was commonplace for death and injury, and after Lin Feng's reminder, everyone quickly retreated. At the same time, several people beside Lin Feng had already pulled out their short crossbows from their backs, squatting or lying on the ground, and their crossbow arrows glowing with a little blue light were pointed directly at the hiding place of the two people opposite.

Lin Feng also pulled out the Dark Maple Knife he was carrying, and at the same time bent his body, moving quickly in the direction of the cliff, looking at the opposite side with his eyes full of vigilance, holding the Dark Maple Knife tightly in his hand, and at the same time kept waving his hand at the retreating craftsmen to urge everyone.

"Whoosh!"

Two short crossbows were fired in a row, and one of the legs of the archer, who had just appeared to shoot again, was suddenly hit by an arrow, and the bow and arrow that was originally aimed at the craftsman on the edge of the cliff was also shot at the bottom of the cliff by the stumbling body.

"Whoosh!"

"Dingding!"

Again, two crossbow arrows were fired, but they did not hit the target, and they were nailed to the stone wall where the archers were hiding, and the archer who had been hit by the arrows had been pulled back by his companions.

"Old Yuan, follow me and slaughter them!" Lin Feng whispered to Yuan Biao who was following him, and then waved a few times towards the opposite side with the Dark Maple Knife, signaling Feng Kill and the others who were holding a short crossbow to cover themselves, and then stretched out his hand to pull the last craftsman on the cliff back, and as soon as he straightened up, he jumped onto the cliff, bent down slightly, and rushed towards the opposite side along the bumpy passage on the cliff with a fast pace.

"Brother, hold on! Our reinforcements will arrive in a moment, and then they won't be able to run! Behind the stone wall, an unwounded archer, holding a short dagger in his hand, tore a piece of his robe, and was about to bandage his wounded companion.

Being hit by a crossbow arrow is completely different from a bow and arrow, because the bow and arrow are made of wood except for the arrow, and even if they are inserted into the body, the shaft of the arrow can be temporarily cut off and bandaged, but the crossbow arrow is a complete fine iron. If timely treatment can be done, it is better to remove the crossbow arrow and bandage it, but in this situation, pulling out the crossbow arrow is waiting for bleeding, and even in this weather condition, the wounded will not be able to support for long in the case of excessive blood loss.

Just as the man was holding the strip of cloth in his hand and hesitating about how to bandage the wound of his companion, he heard a slight sound of hurried footsteps, and as soon as he put aside the strip of cloth and picked up the dagger again, it was dark in front of him, and Lin Feng appeared directly in front of him, and before he had time to react, a small black shadow crossed in front of him again.

"Ahh

With a terrible scream, where the swarthy Dark Maple Knife swept by, a severed arm still holding a dagger rose into the air, and a bloody arrow flew from the broken wound. The wounded archer sat down on the ground unconsciously, trying to cover the wound with his other hand, but he didn't know where to start.

However, in the next second, the retracted Dark Maple Knife completely solved the problem he encountered, the sharp blade easily tore his neck, and the bright red blood quickly gushed out, just a few convulsions, the man fell to the side, lifeless.

And Yuan Biao, who was following Lin Feng closely, had already put the Tang knife in his hand on the side of the head of the archer who had been hit by a crossbow arrow in his leg, and his eyes were staring at the other party coldly. This gaze alone made the wounded archer feel colder than the cold blade next to his neck, and for a moment even the pain of the leg wound suddenly disappeared.