The slave also rushed forward, but instead of carrying firewood, he took a burning piece of wood from a nearby campfire, and turned and ran towards the wooden house where the grain was piled up.

The sergeant guarding the granary didn't understand what these people were doing, but when he saw the slave rushing over with a torch, how could he not understand, so he hurriedly took out his weapons and stepped forward to stop him, but saw that the slave didn't take these people in his eyes, but he didn't pause at all, and rushed forward without fear.

Seeing that the defender in front of him swung his sword, the slave seemed to have expected it, and flew up on tiptoe, jumped to the roof of one of the wooden houses, and very leisurely lit the thatch on the roof, which was dry, and there was no rain recently, but it was a little bit, and soon it burned, as if he was making a fire, he threw the lit thatch on the firewood beside the house, and the fire suddenly grew bigger, and soon surrounded the whole wooden house.

The sergeants did not know how to fight, and they immediately jumped to their feet in a hurry, and someone shouted, "Get bows and arrows." Someone shouted, "There is an enemy attack." ”

The slave smiled slightly, jumped on top of another granary, and did the same.

He raised his eyes and saw that the sergeants surrounding Zhu Fayun in the distance also left her and ran over, and his heart was relieved, but then he heard the sound of a bowstring crossing, and he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, but a cold arrow flew past his ear.

Such a plot, what kind of hero is it!

He glared angrily at the direction in which the arrow was fired, but saw that a pair of bright eyes in the firelight were staring intently at him, this person was dressed in a dark green power suit, and the military bow in his hand had already been mounted on the second arrow, and was pointing at him, ready to attack.

Unexpectedly, there was also a man with such skills in the army of the Chu people, and the slave looked at him deeply, and before he could shoot the second arrow, he turned over and jumped on top of the third granary, and dropped the torch.

Who knew that the man's archery was really superb, and the swift speed of the slave couldn't leave his range, and he didn't even need to aim carefully, as soon as he turned the direction, he could come easily.

I saw a white feather arrow in the firelight with a rapid wind, faster than the arrow just now to the body of the slave, it turned out that the previous arrow, he was just a test and temptation, and did not use all his strength, and this arrow is the real killer arrow.

He instinctively stretched out his arm to block, only to hear a gentle "break", and he didn't even feel pain in his hand, but the arrow had already penetrated deep into the flesh and pierced his arm.

He saw that the man in military uniform had already mounted the third arrow, and then he carefully examined the current situation, there was still a granary that had not been burned, but if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that even his life would be buried here, he no longer hesitated, held his injured shoulder, and reluctantly jumped into the darkness.

There was another gust of arrow wind behind his head, and this arrow was silent, not even the sound of the wind, but he felt a cold neck, and a cold arrow grazed his neck and shot at the branch next to him.

Looking at the target can hit a hundred shots, that is just a skilled shooter, and looking at the target of the activity can be a hundred shots, that is not something that ordinary people can do, the ancients pierced the yang in a hundred steps, killing two birds with one stone, that is just a legend.

However, it was terrible that this man was able to infer his own movements based on the direction and speed of his jump, and that he almost blindly shot himself.

This person's eyesight, arm strength, and judgment are undoubtedly among the best in the world, and he has never seen such a marksman in the Beifu Army for many years.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little afraid, he didn't know anything about the enemy, just with a blood rashly decided to sneak attack, this is really a very risky approach, today is his luck, like the help of God to dodge the first dark arrow, if he really died in this chaotic army in vain, it is really ridiculous.

In the final analysis, I was too naïve to think about it, and if I despised my opponent, I buried myself.

There was a hint of panic in his heart, but fortunately the sergeants were busy putting out the fire, and no one caught up, so he shrank up and hid under an old tree, observing his injuries by the light of the moon and the fire.

There was no water nearby, so the sergeants had to use quilts, tents and the like to put out the fire, which was obviously very illegal, and even the fourth granary, which the slaves could not ignite, was ignited because it was too close to the other granaries, and from this point of view, the sneak attack was still very successful.

However, Jinu felt that his arm did not feel pain at all, even if he turned over his own flesh, he did not feel pain.

He felt a chill in his heart, he had heard of this situation for a long time, and only if the other party's arrow was poisonous, he would not feel pain.

No wonder no one chased him out, but I'm afraid that the other party has already regarded himself as a dead person.

He struggled to get up, trying to lift his breath, but he felt that his mind was muddy and weak.

There was a voice in my heart that was persuading: "Sleep for a while, sleep for a while, and you'll be fine." ”

He knew that he must not pass out here, so he pinched his thigh and tried to open his eyes.

However, this is only a drop in the bucket, and the pores all over his body seem to be open, wanting to enter a sweet dream.

The colors in front of him are very graceful, like the most gorgeous rainbow, constantly changing colors, the surrounding is a darkness, at this time it has also become a warm light, and he is in it, just at the beginning of that wonderful dream, he heard an anxious call: "Brother~"

It was Liu Huaijing's voice.

He's fine.

The slave was relieved and thought with relief, at least you are fine, it's good.

He tried to answer the call, but he felt as if he was being pressed by something, unable to speak, unable to move, and even if he wanted to lift his fingers, he felt extremely difficult, as if he had finally sat up, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he was still in the same place.

He saw Hagi Musu's bright eyes, and in her hand, she was holding a steaming plate, but the picture was fleeting.

Dreams are silent.

However, with all his might, he finally heard a few words squeezed out of his throat, like a hoarse cry, like the wail of a wild beast, but he made a voice of unknown meaning, and even he did not understand what he was saying.

It's dark.

Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard.

He finally fell into the infinite chaos and fell into a deep sleep.