After returning to the backyard of the big stone house, Yang Zheng sat in the room, thinking about what weapons and equipment he should carry out when he entered the infinite armory tonight.

He now has four minutes of basic carrying time every day, and these days, he will enter the Infinity Arsenal to carry weapons after midnight every day, and he has developed a habit.

Now, if he doesn't use up his daily transportation time, he won't have the heart to sleep at all.

For the past few days, he has been going to Area Six every night to carry some pistols and ammunition out.

In four minutes, you can only go to the No. 6 area, where the pistol is stored.

It took about a minute to pass through the 400-meter-long cold weapon area in front of it, and the remaining three minutes were the time left for yourself to carry it back.

Basically, he spent half a minute packing his pistol and bullets every night in the past few nights, and the remaining two and a half minutes were just enough for him to run out of the door of the Infinity Armory.

The distance of four hundred meters, two and a half minutes, to be honest, is a bit hard, and the pistols and ammunition carried cannot be too much, he can only carry ten pistols and one box of ammunition at a time, otherwise, it will affect his running speed, and he will not be able to successfully carry out the arms and ammunition at that time, then his transportation this time will be in vain.

In addition to having four minutes of basic transportation time every day, Yang Zheng also has six overtime cards that are not used.

Yang Zheng was reluctant to use these overtime cards for the time being, and he was going to wait for enough time to accumulate in the future, and then go deep into the innermost part of the infinite arsenal, and he had to find out the forklift.

As long as he finds a forklift, maybe his arms movement can be worth what he has carried out in months.

Thinking of looking for a forklift, Yang Zheng couldn't help but take out the skate drawings he had drawn again.

In the past few days in the city, I have asked a few craftsmen, and they have found it difficult to see the drawings, saying that there are too few delicate materials and tools in the bluestone castle, and it is very difficult to make a pair of shoes that can slide.

This result made Yang Zheng a little disappointed, but it also greatly strengthened his determination to capture Fengcheng County.

Fengcheng County is a real city, it is said that there are tens of thousands of people in the city, so many people, there must be some skilled craftsmen, as for those well-equipped workshops.

As long as Fengcheng County is occupied, maybe his skate plan can be realized.

In order to attack Fengcheng County, Yang Zheng and Liu Shengyuan and other core leaders began a series of preparations and plans.

Especially in the past few days, the mines in Qingshi Fort have been suspended, and those laborers who are responsible for mining have all been selected by Yang Meng and Xu Hu for training.

Since they want to capture Fengcheng County, they can only succeed, not fail, besides, with Yang Zheng's current situation, they can't afford to fail.

It is conservatively estimated that when the day of the attack on Fengcheng County is really won, Yang Zheng can pull out a combat team of more than 1,000 people.

Anyway, at present, the most important thing in Bluestone Fort is weapons, as long as Yang Zheng insists on going to the Infinite Armory to carry arms and weapons every day, at most a month, a pistol commando team of 300 people can be established in Bluestone Fort.

As long as they occupy Fengcheng County, they can be regarded as completely gaining a firm foothold in this chaotic western wilderness, and they can survive and develop for a long time.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng sighed deeply, "If you want to survive in the troubled times, you can only keep fighting!" ”

Late at night, the clock turns in the early morning.

It's time to enter the Infinity Arsenal.

suddenly

A night breeze blew, and the lights on the table shook a little.

Yang Zheng looked back and found that the originally closed door had opened a crack at some point, and it was pitch black outside, and several lanterns hanging under the eaves outside the courtyard had all been extinguished at some point.

The biting cold wind blew in intermittently through the crack in the door, making Yang Zheng shiver.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help frowning, "Yang An, this guy, didn't even bring me the door tightly when he left with water, and he was really getting more and more frizzy." ”

In his own words, Yang Zheng got up and left the table, ready to close the door tightly.

Just as he was at the door, suddenly, a cold light flashed and came straight to his chest.

"Someone is going to kill me?" Yang Zheng was shocked in his heart, and was about to withdraw and retreat, but it was too late......

A sharp short sword shot in through the crack in the door without warning, only a soft sound of "poof" was heard, and the cold short sword instantly penetrated Yang Zheng's chest.

Yang Zheng looked at the short sword inserted in his chest in disbelief, feeling that the stinging pain in his body was spreading, he wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but found that his body was numb, and he couldn't roar loudly except for snorting hard.

This sword is poisonous!

Yang Zheng stumbled back a few steps, fell to the ground with a pale face, his breathing became rapid, and he looked up with difficulty to look ahead, only to see the door open silently, and a short figure in black rushed in like a ghost.

The short figure looked at Yang Zheng who fell to the ground with a cold gaze, his face full of murderous aura.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng immediately understood in his heart that an assassin had sneaked in.

You must escape into the Infinite Arsenal as soon as possible, or you will die tonight.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng quickly touched the mysterious light group hidden in the depths of his mind......

The assassin's movements were very fast, and when he entered the room, he immediately waved the short knife in his hand and cut it at Yang Zheng's throat, apparently wanting to cut off Yang Zheng's head and take it back in exchange for a bounty.

The cold light flashed, and the knife fell.

At the moment when the assassin's short knife had just reached Yang Zheng's throat, suddenly, Yang Zheng looked at the assassin with a murderous face, and a strange smile appeared in his eyes.

The assassin frowned, feeling that something was wrong, and then a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he swung his knife fiercely, only to find that his short knife was cut into the air.

When I looked closely, I found that Yang Zheng, who had fallen to the ground with the sword, suddenly disappeared, as if evaporating out of thin air.

There was still a bloody dagger on the ground, but the man who had struck the sword was nowhere to be found.

At this strange moment, the pupils in the assassin's eyes contracted sharply, and his expression was shocked to the extreme.

"What's going on, people?"

The assassin instantly turned around with his sword, probed and searched everywhere, searched the room, and found no trace of Yang Zheng, and suddenly, the horror in his eyes became more and more intense.

Magic? Distraction?

At this thought, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

For the first time in his life, he lost his hand in black impermanence.

If you miss a hit, retreat immediately! Otherwise, you will be left with your life.

Thinking of this, Hei Wuchang rushed out of the house without hesitation, and instantly disappeared into the dark night.