The roaring explosions stopped, and the pass guarded by the Hassan sect was close to the left, scattered with fragments of earth-shattering thunder, the ice on the mountain road was blown open, the sand was blown up by the explosion, and the air was filled with the smell of black powder, although it was not as choking as the poisonous smoke and gunpowder just now, but it made people have a palpitating fear in it.

At this time, even the sergeant Xia Guo who was waiting under the mountain road was relieved, his ears were still buzzing, and Jin Changtai muttered: "I'm really afraid that even the mountain road will be blown up." Zhao Dezheng lowered his head and calculated, and said with a smile: "The power of the earth-shaking thunder is not enough to open the mountain and crack the stone." Jin Changtai listened to his relaxed tone, as if he had seen something that opened mountains and cracked rocks, and couldn't help but pout, and said in his heart, "This Zhao De went to the battlefield, how can he judge the two of them as usual." ”

Suddenly, dozens of Hassan cultists armed with scimitars and crossbows rushed down the mountain path. The crowd looked like a madman, their faces were covered with smoke and blood, twisted and hideous, and their mouths were screaming like the evil spirits of hell.

"Shoot the arrows!" Jian Cheng ordered in a deep voice, holding up the tiger bow with his left hand like a full moon, and as soon as he loosened the string with his right hand, a long arrow whizzed out and stuck it in the forehead of a Hassan. Followed by his arrows, more than forty archers in Zhao Xingde's capital swished out arrow feathers, almost a few breaths, each of them sent more than two arrows, and the acquisition was the key to the head, chest and abdomen, the Hassan disciples who sacrificed their lives to impact could not avoid it, they were hit by arrows one after another, and fell on the mountain road, and the mountain road suddenly regained quiet, next to the corpse, a pool of dark red bloodstains, soon mixed with sand and soil, and turned into ice.

Not far from where Jian Cheng and the others were stationed, Zhao Xingde measured the new launch position, sprinkled a large dot on the ground with white ash, stood up, breathed a sigh of relief, stomped the white dot on the ground with his foot, and shouted: "Here." A few artillery men said secretly: "Sure enough, they are on the three armies." Busy carrying it, at this time they were already completely convinced of the head of the Chengying Army, and Captain Duan Huaixian watched Zhao Xingde do things not far away, nodded slightly, and did not say anything to interfere.

Soon, the roar of the earth-shattering thunder explosion resounded through the valley again, this time, the interval between the cannons was longer or shorter, and the sergeants below the mountain road made a loud noise from time to time, attracting the Hassan to come out and defend. Dozens of earth-shattering thunderbolts were projected, and in addition to the low walls made of pure stone, the passes that the Hassan sect relied on were blown to pieces, and even the earth on the cliffs on both sides was shaken off, and there were even miserable screams and groans behind the passes. Immediately afterwards, more than 100 sergeants raised iron shields to attack, crossing the pass, except for two or three charred corpses, everywhere were killed and injured by the earth-shattering thunder fragments and gunpowder explosions, many of them died on the spot, and many more were injured of varying severity, lying on the ground unable to move, but like a poisonous snake, occasionally shooting a crossbow arrow.

Chun Yushang's previous experience, the soldiers of the Xia State were extremely careful, bowed and hid behind the iron shield, but there was a complete head, and an arrow was shot before passing. The pass built by the Hassan sect was located exactly at the narrowest point of the mountain road, and the mountain walls on both sides were towering and cramped, and more than 300 soldiers carefully kept moving forward, and the mountain road gradually widened, and soon a garden appeared in front of them.

"Tut-tut, this Hassan sect is very vicious, and the ability to build a garden is really good." Jin Changtai looked left and right while saying to Zhao Xingde.

The jade statues stand quietly between the garden pools, the houses are full of incense, decorated with precious silk satin, valuable porcelain and glass can be seen everywhere, and in the birdcage in front of the window, the birds are feathered, but they are frightened by the loud roar just now. However, in this beautiful garden, only corpses remained, and more than a dozen naked girls fell in pools of blood. The Hassan sect who had resisted to the death just now behind the mountain pass killed them in desperation.

Although there was a dead silence in the garden, Duan Huaixian still ordered a thorough search of this place, and by the way, the treasures in the eagle's nest were counted. According to the rules of the detachment of military affairs, the wealth in the eagle's nest does not need to be handed over, but is divided among the sergeants of the seventh battalion. For many years, the Hassan sect had been entrenched in the trade routes of Persia and the Great Food, and in order to convince the deceived youth that they had really reached heaven, they invested a lot of money in each eagle's nest.

"It is impossible to verify whether these porcelain and silk were looted from my caravan." Jin Changtai sighed, Xia Guo's caravan has a system of mutual insurance between the merchant and the bank, and after being robbed and other unforeseen dangers, the loss of finance will be compensated by the Chamber of Commerce to a certain extent, but human life can never be recovered. Therefore, the Chamber of Commerce is particularly resentful of the bandits who have to be killed when looting.

"Hey, what's that?" Liu Zheng suddenly noticed that there seemed to be someone moving in the flowers and grass, and he lifted the iron shield and walked over, while Zhao Xingde, Jian Cheng and Jin Changtai were behind him.

Near, there was a near-naked girl huddled in the flowers, trembling, her hands clasped to her chest, and her eyes looked fearfully at the sergeants who surrounded her.

"Little lady, don't be afraid." Liu Zheng smiled, turned the iron shield behind him, took two steps forward, untied the military robe he was wearing, and was about to throw it to the girl to cover her body.

The girl suddenly took out a short crossbow from behind her and aimed it at him. The strange change was abrupt, and Liu Zheng was stunned in the local area. At this critical moment, Zhao Xingde shouted violently: "Be careful." Pushing Liu Zheng to the side, he didn't have time to retreat himself, so he threw his body to the side to dodge. At this moment, the girl moved the crossbow machine, and the powerful iron crossbow arrow carried a strong wind, and with a "ding" sound, Zhao Xingde turned his head sideways and saw an arrow tail exposed on the armor, and then he felt a tingling pain in his right arm.

This time was like lightning and fire, while the girl didn't have time to change her crossbow arrow, the sergeants behind Zhao Xingde rushed forward, Du Blowing Horn snatched the short crossbow, Jian Cheng twisted her hands back, but the girl couldn't resist because of her weak strength, and her eyes revealed an almost crazy gaze.

"Crossbow bolts are poisonous!" Kim Chang-tae reminded loudly. Only then did everyone gather around to see Zhao Xingde's injury, because the force was slightly off, the crossbow bolt was blocked by the armor and did not go deeper, but the tip of the arrow also pierced into the flesh. The wound on his right arm was bleeding, and Zhao Xingde had torn off his right armor along with the crossbow arrow.

Zhao Xingde felt a slight itch, he didn't dare to delay, held the knife in his left hand, scraped off a piece of the flesh at the wound, and sucked several mouthfuls of poisonous blood from the wound and spit it aside. After he did this, he breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the big vein above the wound, and beckoned Du Fujiao to say, "Come and help me tie this place." Du Blowhorn hurried over and used cow tendons to help Zhao Xingde tighten his upper arms.

The girl was still struggling. Liu Zheng came to his senses at this time and scolded: "I cut this crazy woman." Zhao Xingde endured the pain and said: "Leave a living mouth and hand it over to the Military Intelligence Department for interrogation." After he finished saying these words, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Duan Huaixian heard the news that Zhao De was injured by a poisoned arrow, and his heart sank. Just now, Wang Tongdeng found the flat-necked snake that he raised, and the poison on the crossbow arrows quenched by the Hassan sect was probably taken from the snake venom.

Duan Huaixian asked Huang Zongdao if it could be cured, and Huang Zongdao sighed: "The poison of the flat-necked snake has no cure. He had just cleaned Zhao Xingde's wound with medicinal solution again, but Xingde's eyes were red and his forehead was hot, which was obviously a symptom of snake venom. The matter has come to this point, it can only depend on the number of people's lives, as long as they can survive two days and two nights, even if they can escape before the ghost gate is closed.

Chun Yushang, who had poisoned the arrow earlier, had reached the last moment, muttering nonsense: "Guanzhong, am I back in Guanzhong, why did it suddenly become warm?" His cheeks sunken in, his eyes staring blankly into the distance, his breathing getting weaker and weaker, and gradually he stopped making a sound.

Liu Zheng knelt beside Zhao Xingde and choked up: "Zhao Dutou, you have a great future, why bother to give up your life to save me." After saying that, he slammed his fist on the ground, as if he couldn't vent his remorse.

Zhao Xingde's face was pale, but he still beat this spirit and said: "When the time comes, it can be managed a lot." Crossbow arrows don't have eyes. Seeing that Liu Zheng still couldn't let go, he scolded: "If you knew that you were going to be hit by this arrow, Lao Tzu would not have bothered to care about you." Don't cry in front of me, get out of here. Zhao Xingde was also annoyed in his heart, if he had known that he would have been hit by this arrow, and he would have been lying here and thinking about it, he would definitely not have given up his life to save people. But if you encounter the danger of the robe again, maybe you will come to the rescue. This remorse is also useless.

After a while, Jian Cheng and Du Fujiao also came to see him. Du Blowhorn said: "Zhao Dutou, don't worry, we have counted the benefits of this military trip, and we have left you the largest share." Zhao Xingde scolded with a smile: "The old ghost who sees the eyes of money." He was worried about what was behind him, and while his mind was still clear now, he said to Jian Cheng: "Peace, this life and death are fateful, if there is a good one, please take out the letters and notes in my bag and return them to Neiko." His voice was weak and his expression darkened, as if he were solemnly explaining what was going on.