There were no words, not even a hint of a soft hum. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The Han Jun scout just looked at him coldly.

A few breaths passed, and he still didn't speak. But at this time, Sun Long's patience had reached the limit, and there was no time to wait for him to speak.

Gripping the sharp arrow in his hand, Sun Long raised the man's head diagonally with his other hand, and without sparing a hand, he thrust the cold, sharp arrow down one of his nostrils.

Of course, the tiny nostrils can't fit anything as thick as an arrow. Under Sun Long's strength, the nostrils were directly stretched open, and the flesh on the nose and the skin were torn apart. Wisps of blood flowed down the arrow that Sun Long stabbed into, and in a moment Sun Long's entire arm turned scarlet with blood.

With more force, the nostril on the other side was also cut open by the sharp blade of the arrow, and the original nasal bone was like an ornament hanging between the two faces at the moment, and the blood-red appearance of the face was extremely terrifying.

"Ah......h

As the arrows continued to pierce in, the Korean scouts were already in extreme pain, and the pain was unbearable at all, and even suppressed the pain in the shoulder at one point. An irrepressible roar finally erupted in his mouth.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, someone immediately stuffed a dirty cloth from an unknown place into his mouth, and everything seemed to be predicted in advance, and there was no trace of fault at all.

Han Jun's scout trembled in pain, but he was grabbed by Sun Long and another person, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it after all.

In pain, his face gradually distorted and hideous. But Sun Long just snorted coldly, "To say or not to say, if you think clearly, nod." ”

For the Han army scout, this voice was undoubtedly like the sound of a terrible ghost asking for his life from the Nine Hells. But he still didn't let go.

The intense pain and heavy bleeding made his consciousness blur. It wasn't until Sun Long blurred the flesh and blood on his face with an arrow that he finally fainted weakly.

"Hmph, it's really boring, it's just like that." The hand that grabbed the head of the Han Jun scout suddenly pushed back hard, and Sun Long turned fierce and snorted coldly.

He wiped the dried blood on his hands on the clothes of the Korean scout, wiped them clean with the arrow, and put them back on his back with the arrow.

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The clock is slowly moving into the middle of the night.

Compare this to the tensions on South Korea's northeastern border.

At this moment, thousands of miles away in the northwest of South Korea, Xincheng, Luocheng, Xucheng and other cities are in full swing, and they are living the New Year peacefully.

Xincheng is an iron smelting land built by relying on the mountain, the whole city occupies a large area, but there is only one city gate, in addition to the large, here is completely cottage-like construction style. Although it is close to the Korean border, and this location is not more than 100 miles and has a certain degree of connection with Wei and Qin, but because it is at the root of the deep mountains, the city is built on the mountains, and if Wei and Qin want to capture most of them, they must detour to Forte Korea.

As for the capture of the city over the mountains and mountains, not to mention that the city is high and deep, and it is guarded by 3,000 soldiers. The sheer sheer size of the mountain alone is enough of a headache. Moreover, no one has set foot in the mountains all year round, and the outside world knows nothing about the situation inside. Even if you can really find a way on it, it will take a lot of time, and it may not wait for the way to find it, and South Korea has already sent heavy troops to guard it here. So it's been fairly safe all along.

A biting cold wind raged through the walls.

The soldiers on the city wall were all cold and their hands were red, and they kept rubbing their arms. No one wants to stand outside and blow the wind in this kind of ghost weather. Not to mention people, I'm afraid that cows and horses and other hairy domestic animals will also find it unbearable.

But as the night deepened, the shift finally came, and another thousand people with more than a hundred people slowly walked up from the staircase, along the way to replace the soldiers on the original post, they had been standing from the afternoon to late at night, it was time to change, and it should be early in the morning if they stood again.

Walking to the city gate tower, two thousand people will salute each other and then carry out the general handover task.

"It's really good to be on duty in this weather." The thousand people who had been waiting for a long time to be replaced moved twice, rubbed their hands and said helplessly.

"It's a little colder, it's no way, every year there is this time, don't they all come over like this." The thousands of people who came to hand over were extremely relieved, and replied lightly, he walked to the edge of the city tower and looked down.

It was already late at night, but the wide roads outside the city were still full of people, most of them farmers chopping wood, coolies requisitioned by the army, and civilians chopping wood for a living.

At this time, the iron smelting was still heated by firewood, so the amount of wood needed was very large, and the gate of Xincheng was postponed in the absence of war, but it was only allowed to enter and not go out at night.

Most of them should have returned at this point, for in half an hour the gates should be closed.

"Have you noticed that there seem to be a lot more farmers chopping wood in the past two days?" After some observation, the thousand people who came to hand over finally frowned and asked softly.

"Isn't that normal! What's all the fuss. ”

"You think this is normal?"

"What's abnormal, isn't it like this every year," maybe he was about to go back to rest, he might be really tired after a day of duty, in short, the voice was extremely lazy, not at all like it came from the mouth of a general, "This ghost weather, cold to death, you and my brother's life is miserable, and you and my brother have to stand and blow the cold wind at night, and those rich and rich executives in the city may not be able to raise a few stoves at home!" No one chops wood, what do they burn. ”

The sudden increase in the number of people chopping wood, whether this is normal or not, for the people who defend the city, it is a vision, since it is a vision, it should be investigated, but this person's style is obviously the kind of eating and waiting for death.

The thousand people who came to hand over snorted coldly, and the voice was a little angry: "Even so, you should let people check it, and I always feel that there are more people this year than usual." ”

"Suspicious, there is a large demand for wood, and there are many people, so don't you think that the wood here is still used faster than before!" Yawning lazily, the original guard waved his hand and said to the two remaining soldiers: "Let's go, it's better to go back early to rest every day." ”

The thousand people who were keeping vigil didn't say anything more, looking at the back of the departing thousand people. He turned and led the men on his round, and as he passed the staircase on the other side, he paused with a frown, and after thinking about it, he finally turned the corner and walked towards the city gate.