At the sound of Su Le's order, the surrounding Manchurian armor soldiers hurriedly inserted their weapons on their backs and waists, and rushed to the almost vertical erection of the mountain rock, using their hands and feet together, and climbed up.

There are a lot of stone crevices on the mountain rock to borrow, and there are many tree vines hanging down from the top to grasp, the flag soldiers are all vigorous, grasp the tree vines and step on the stone cracks, quickly climb up, in the blink of an eye, there are several people on the mountain rock halfway.

Su Le stood at the bottom, looking upward, seeing that his subordinates were enthusiastically rising, his face was only slightly better, Li Tingyu, who had already arrived just now, was so strong, and the anger caused by the would rather commit suicide than fall into his hands gradually disappeared a little bit.

"Your Excellency." Fu Quan also climbed up from under the small mountain bag and approached Su Leyu to report: "The slave has checked the package carried by the dead Nanban, and it is full of cloth, and no gold or silver property has been found. ”

"What?" Su Le was surprised, and turned to glare at Fuquan: "Cloth? No gold or silver? ”

"Yes, a few people have found some silver taels in their arms, but the amount is very small, compared to what we lost." Fu Quandao.

Su Le's face suddenly turned blue again, this group of cunning Nanban, they must have hidden the two million taels of gold and silver they had taken from the Qing Dynasty elsewhere and traveled lightly. He immediately regretted it again, just now he lost the opportunity to seize Li Tingyu, and lost the way to force the whereabouts of the gold and silver from his mouth.

"What about the other Nanbans who ran away, did they catch a live mouth?" Su Le turned his gaze to the lofty mountains and mountains of Dabie Mountain, the crowd of people who were running around the mountains just now had already run away, only in the depths of the dense forests in the mountains, there was a faint sound of angry scolding and scolding, obviously in other places, there was still a pursuit and fighting.

Fuquan shook his head and said hatefully: "This gang of Nanban is very tough, either they run faster than the monkeys, and the sons can't catch up, or after being surrounded, they fight to the death and haven't caught a single live mouth." ”

Su Le frowned deeply, thought for a while, rolled his eyes, looked at the stone mountain above his head, and the soldiers who were still climbing on the mountain rock shouted: "Qing warriors, the Nanban on the top of the mountain must stay alive!" Grab one, and add ten more slaves. ”

The soldiers attached to the mountain rock heard the roaring and screaming, and forty slaves were a lot of wealth to bring back to Liaodong, so they became more and more excited, their spirits were more full, their hands and feet were hard, and they climbed a little faster. The first few are already less than two feet away from the top of the mountain.

At this moment, a slippery head poked out of the rocks at the top of the mountain, looked down, and then stretched out a hand with a shiny short knife in his hand.

Su Le put his hand on the pergola, looked up, and sighed in his heart: "Not good! Before he could utter a sound, he saw the sharp knife in the hand cut off a vine.

The soldier who climbed on the vine, burly, with a big waist and a round waist, was about to reach the top at the critical moment, and his whole body weight was hanging on the vine, and as soon as the vine was broken, he only had to gasp for air, and the whole person was like a weighing stone, accompanied by a scream, and fell from under the mountain rock dozens of meters high.

With a "chirp", a puddle of fleshy and muddy people fell in front of Sule, and the soldier who was clinging to the vines fell out of breath and died thoroughly.

The other soldiers who were clinging to the mountain rock looked at their colleagues who had fallen into a pile of meat sauce in amazement, and they were stunned, and even the movement of their hands was involuntarily paused.

Immediately afterwards, the bald head on the top of the mountain kept shaking back and forth, and the short knife in his hand continued to slash towards the vines on the mountain rock, and the soldiers hanging on the vines turned into countless scales, one after another, and fell down the mountain, falling down four or five in a row, and the rest came back to their senses, threw away the vines in a panic, grabbed the stone cracks with their fingers, and attached them to the mountain wall, only to stop the end of turning into scales.

Su Le no longer looked at his subordinates who fell to death, he didn't say a word, put the long knife back into his waist, jumped to the mountain wall in two steps, turned his anger into the strength of his whole body, and climbed up with his head bored. Hurry up and wait for Lord Souler to clear your way?" ”

Only then did the bannermen come to their senses, regain their brave appearance, and scrambled to climb up. Just kidding, the boss is crawling under his feet, if he is still behind, will there be good fruit to eat?

It's just that without the help of the tree vines, just relying on the cracks of the stone to settle down and help, the speed of crawling must slow down, in the process of crawling, the Qing soldiers also look up from time to time to observe, to see if someone throws stones down, this is not on the world and does not touch the ground, it is very uncomfortable to be hit by stones.

The Qing soldiers are uncomfortable in rock climbing, and Wang Huan on the top of the mountain is also uncomfortable, just now he was in a hurry, cut the tree vine with a short knife, slowing down the rhythm of the Qing soldiers coming up, but it is not the solution to the problem, sooner or later the Qing soldiers who are like wolves and tigers will still climb up, and the top of this stone mountain is full of huge stone mountains, there is no gravel, and you can't find a piece to smash people, and you can't hold it at all.

Wang Huan rushed to the little monks in a hurry, and asked with a burning buttocks, "How?" Is the rope connected? ”

Xu Goudan didn't raise his sweaty head, and replied in a muffled voice: "It's still far away, this tree has too few vines, and the length is not enough." ”

Thirteen little monks gathered together, connected the collected vines together, tied them into ropes, and fine beads of sweat appeared on everyone's heads, everyone knew that now it was really a critical moment of life and death, trapped on the top of the mountain that was only the size of a hall, even if the Qing soldiers below did not come up, they would starve to death if they guarded for ten days and half a month.

Wang Huan looked at the length of the rattan rope, estimated it, and said categorically: "Don't use three strands of rattan, it's too troublesome, just use one rattan in the back to save time!" ”

Xu Goudan hurriedly said: "Wang Huan, no, a vine is too thin, and it can't bear so many of us at all." ”

Wang Huan was sweating profusely, without saying a word, picked up the rattan rope that had been formed, grabbed the side of the cliff on the top of the mountain in a few steps, looked down, only felt that the mountain wind was howling, looking down dizzy, the trees below were as small as bonsai, the cliff was so high, I was afraid that there were hundreds of meters.

Wang Huan couldn't care much, tied one end of the tied rattan rope into a dead knot, and firmly put it on a boulder as big as a grinding plate.

The Qing soldier was a Bashiku, wearing a leather helmet and iron armor, with a long steel knife in his mouth, pressing his hand on the stone on the top of the mountain, one turned over and jumped up, and as soon as he stood firm, he saw a group of small monks gathered on the edge of the cliff.

Bashiku was obviously stunned for a moment, he never expected that there would be a group of monks on the top of the mountain, before coming up, he thought that there would be a few extremely powerful warriors waiting for him to fight, and he was also ready for a fierce battle, the battle blood in his veins was already boiling, his nose seemed to have smelled blood, and the muscles all over his body were throbbing, but he waited for such a scene in front of him.

Where did the monk come from?

Wang Huan took advantage of his stunned kung fu and hurriedly said: "Hurry up, hurry up!" He pulled over a lanky companion and pushed him toward the rattan rope.

The little monks were already trembling and palpitating, and without waiting for Wang Huan to say more, one after another, they grabbed the rattan rope one after another, and slid down the mountain, and went down two or three in the blink of an eye.

Wang Huan's eyes were cold, his teeth were clenched, and he wanted to step forward to block it with the short knife in his hand, but Chen Ergou grabbed him, threw him towards the rattan rope, and shouted: "You can't die, let me stop him!" ”

The rest of the little monks also stood up at the same time, although their bodies were trembling, they resolutely stood in front of Bashiku, holding the branch in their hands, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Wang Huan, you go quickly!" ”

Wang Huan's head was already hot, and he still wanted to squeeze forward regardless of it, but he was stopped by Xu Goudan and hugged him, crying: "Wang Huan go quickly, you can't let them die in vain!" Let's go! ”

Chen Ergou was also blocked behind by other monks, he glanced at the Qing soldier who looked like a life-seeking ghost, bit his teeth, relied on his height and hand length, stretched out a hand to hug Xu Goudan and Wang Huan together, freed up one hand to grab the rattan rope, closed his eyes, and the three of them slipped down the cliff together!

Wang Huan was hugged by the two of them, unable to struggle, only had time to see the last scene on the top of the mountain, the Qing army Bashiku smiled fiercely, dragged the long knife obliquely, and slowly walked towards the remaining little monks gathered in a group step by step, squinting eyes, as if looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Wang Huan closed his eyes, a string of tears flowed out of his eyes, and let his body fall freely along the rattan rope, the mountain wind whistling in his ears was like crying sadly, and tears were sprinkled all over the stone wall.