Fear is fear, how can he, as the master of an army, retreat from the battle? If he flinched, then at least more than half of the hundred death squads would flinch, because his eyes glanced around and saw that the calves of many of the soldiers were trembling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If he retreated, then the raid plan would fail before it could be launched, and the next thing would be a fire attack, that is, tens of thousands of people would die in the fire, although it was the enemy who died, but for him, it was also a huge crime.

Song Qi didn't say anything. I saw him take a deep breath, grit his teeth, roll up his sleeves, roll up his trouser legs, spit on his hands, rub his hands hard against each other, resolutely approached the cliff, jumped up suddenly, jumped up more than five feet high, grabbed the upturned stone with both hands, and stepped on a raised stone, but climbed up with both hands alternately.

To be honest, compared to the cliff where Ling Xue fell, the steepness of this cliff is much slower and easier to climb. If it was replaced by the cliff where Ling Xue fell, he would not dare to climb it, because that cliff was like a mirror, and there was no place to hold his hands at all.

Song Qi's climbing speed was quite fast, and he climbed to a height of more than three zhang at once.

Everyone's eyes fell to the ground, and there was a clattering sound of a bead falling to the ground. They didn't expect that General Song, who was usually polite and polite, would be even more agile than a panda when he climbed a rock.

"Start climbing!" Mao Yong waved his hand behind him, and then jumped and climbed to a height of more than one zhang.

Ao Bao, Hao Peng and other family members also quickly climbed up.

They were agile and brisk, like agile squirrels, rubbing and rubbing, and a few ups and downs surpassed Song Qi's height.

Bagan looked up at the top of the mountain, rubbed his hands, and jumped up the cliff, climbing at a brisk pace, soon surpassing Song Qi's height.

This Bagan was the soldier who was afraid of death when the kamikaze jumped off the cliff for the first time, and he made significant contributions in the subsequent surprise raids, and followed Song Qi all the time, and when Song Qi went out on the expedition, he was promoted to captain.

After many experiences, he became more and more bold. At this moment, he climbed on the cliff, and he was not afraid to retreat at all.

A dozen more soldiers followed.

Li Su looked up at Song Qi rising in mid-air, shook his head, and had to climb up.

"Alas, that's a lot of work!" Lai Ming muttered and climbed up.

The two of them were much heavier, crawling slower and harder than Song Qi.

The night was deep, and the moonlight was like water.

The cliffs, whitened by the moonlight, were covered with climbing black figures, some of them wriggling slowly like snails, others as light and agile as apes. Some are bold and brave, some are cowering, some are arrogant, some are trembling, some are silent, and some are grunting.

The rustling of climbing, the rustling of dirt and gravel, and the heavy wheezing of people all converged to form a loud noise, like the reverberation of the tide crashing against the reef.

A loud noise like this, in such a silent night, could easily reach the ears of the guards on the hill a mile away. Fortunately, the sound of the waterfall not far away was like thunder, which suppressed all the noise here. What entered the ears of the guards was the familiar sound of the waterfall to which they had become accustomed.

The guards at the tip of their ears could still hear the strangeness of the sound coming from a distance, so they frowned and reminded the others: "Brothers, listen, what is this sound?" Could it be that the enemy is coming to sneak attack? ”

The other soldiers were also a little frightened by what he said, and they all listened quietly for a while, and there was only the sound of a waterfall in their ears, so they raised their hands and patted his head, and said disappreciably: "Isn't this the sound of a waterfall in the mountains?" What is there to fuss about! ”

"It's the third watch in the middle of the night, when the ghosts are infested, you are so suspicious, you will be scared to death!"

After the head of the soldier with the tip of the ear was slapped, if he tried to listen again, he could only hear the sound of a waterfall. He could only laugh it off.

Mao Yong and the others had easily climbed to a height of thirty zhang, and Song Qi was still wandering at a height of eight or nine zhang.

His fingernails were now covered with dirt and gravel, his arms were swollen and sweaty, and the sweat blurred his eyes, making him unable to see the road above, if that was also called a road.

He had to stop there, gasping for breath and shaking his head to shake the sweat from his eyes.

"Brother Song, do you want to help?" Mao Yong looked down at Song Qi at his feet and asked in a low voice.

"No, you don't! I'll just take a break! Song Qi's voice trembled a little, mixed with a hurried gasp.

Song Qi shook off the sweat in his eyes and looked up to find the place to grasp it, only then did he see that the top of his head was a smooth and mirror-like boulder more than a foot square, and there was no place for the grasp to settle down. He had to cautiously move a few steps to the side, out of the range of the smooth boulder above his head, and continue his upward climb.

Not long after climbing, he stopped again because a boulder protruded from the air, completely blocking his path. If you want to force your way past this boulder, you have to take your body into the air and move with your hands suspended. The most important thing is that there is no suitable place for a gripper on this boulder.

Song Qi shook his head, and had no choice but to move to the side again. At this moment, his hands and feet were so tired that his hands and feet were sore, and sweat was raining down, and sweat and dirt fell down the cliff.

Suddenly, he stepped on the air with one foot, leaned on one side, and the other foot left the crack in the stone he was stepping on, leaving only two hands to grasp the stone above, and his body was hanging, dangling in the air. Frightened, he lost his soul and screamed, although the voice was not loud, but it was very miserable.

At this moment, Mao Yong successfully reached the top of the mountain, stood under a big tree on the edge of the cliff, leaned down at the bottom of the cliff, and asked loudly: "Brother Song, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm fine!" Song Qi replied reluctantly, but in his heart he regretted it: "Alas, how did I forget, in the past, rock climbing was protected by ropes. When did you climb the rock with your bare hands like you do now? ”

However, at this point, regret is useless. He was in mid-air at the moment, and he could only go up, not down. Because it's even more dangerous to go down!

He froze, and looked down to the left and right, looking for a place to stay. He saw a small stone corner protruding less than two inches from the lower right, which was like a large safe island for him at this moment.

He grabbed the stone above his head with both hands, pulled his body up a little, then lifted his right foot and stretched it to the right, trying to hook the small corner of the stone that protruded on the right, hooking it several times, and the dirt and gravel in the cracks of the stone trickled down.

Finally, his right foot hooked the stone corner, and he leaned over, shifting the weight of his entire body to his right foot, and slowly moved over. Then he looked up at the top of his head, quickly freed his right hand, grabbed a sharp stone in the upper right with the momentum of lightning, and then grabbed a stone on the top of the road with his left hand, and then returned his body to the posture of standing against the cliff.

At this time, the sturdy figures of several small soldiers passed past Song Qi, and when they passed by, they did not forget to encourage him loudly: "General Song, come on!" You can do it! ”

"Thank you!" Song Qi replied loudly, looking at the sturdy figures of the soldiers, his courage doubled, and it seemed that even the fatigue disappeared from his body at once, as if his body had become lighter.

Song Qi also climbed to a height of more than 20 zhang between a few ups and downs, not much distance from the top of the mountain, and raised his eyes to see that there was already a row of people standing on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, only to hear a "click" sound, a soldier who climbed on top of Song Qi suddenly stumbled, fell, and smashed directly on the top of Song Qi's head... (To be continued.) )