Now that there is a war, do you have to be at home as usual, and wipe your face with a towel after dinner?

However, I was very grateful for their thoughtfulness, and after taking the towel, I smiled and said, "Thank you, I'll wash my face after dinner." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Unexpectedly, the person who delivered the meal shook his head and said with a smile: "Master Jun, this wet towel is reserved for you to use in the war later." When he saw me staring at him in astonishment, he explained, "This was ordered by the king himself, and he said that you will be able to use it later, and I don't know how." After saying that, he walked down the city with the food box.

Fang Xu shook the brand-new white handkerchief and said with a smile: "It seems that King Ling Gan is really sensitive, is he afraid that it will be too hot for us to fight, so he sent us a few towels to wipe our sweat?" ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone burst into laughter, but no one said anything. Although Ganwang did not directly participate in the war, he was busy with logistics these days, and he did not let the city lose a single meal, and people were getting thinner and thinner day by day, which made everyone feel very uncomfortable.

Du Wei Yang Lin came behind everyone at some point, and he was still carrying a large wooden barrel painted with red lacquer in his hand, and there was a turquoise liquid in it from time to time, and he didn't know what it was.

He placed the barrel on the ground and cried out to the people, "Listen to me." This bucket of medicinal juice was made by mage Ouyang Yutian himself. Mr. Ouyang said that among the thieves, there is a master of magic that can make fog, and that guy may use a poisonous mist to attack the city later. By that time, you've all soaked me in a towel and covered my face, understand? ”

No one dared to take Ouyang Yutian's orders lightly, after all, this was a major matter related to his own life. So everyone shouted in unison: "Understood! Then he carefully put away the towel, and at the same time secretly surprised in his heart, he didn't know what this poisonous mist would look like. Last night's thick fog had opened everyone's eyes, and this poisonous fog must be even more terrifying.

I looked at the oily juice in the bucket and asked, "Brother Yang, if the enemy doesn't attack for a long time, will this bucket of potion pass the medicinal power?" ”

Yang Lin shook his head and said, "You can rest assured about this, Mr. Ouyang said that the medicinal power can last for twelve hours." ”

I nodded, "That's good." I don't think it will take twelve hours for the enemy to attack again. ”

As soon as night fell, a killing cry rang out outside the city.

I don't know what kind of elixir those disheveled Qing soldiers ate, and they killed the city one by one with full spirit, and once again opened the prelude to the offensive and defensive battle of the city.

Similarly, the Qing army was also defeated and retreated this time, but unlike the previous times, their attack this time seemed a little careless, and the main force of the siege did not desperately seize the city, but immediately retreated as soon as they saw that the momentum was not good.

Looking at the receding crowd, a bad feeling swelled in my heart, is the enemy going to launch a poisonous mist offensive?

Sure enough, a large thick fog rose from the rear of the enemy's main formation.

This fog swept over the top of the Qing army's array, slowly advancing towards the city of Hangzhou.

As the distance progressed, this fog seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and it could almost cover half of Hangzhou City.

When the fog was still five hundred paces away from the moat, suddenly a faint red luster shone from it.

The red grew darker and darker, as if it had been soaked in a river of blood.

I knew that this was the poisonous mist that Lieutenant Yang Zhichong was talking about, so I immediately ordered my soldiers to take towels to soak in the medicinal juice, and I also picked up the towels and rushed to the bucket of potion.

The blood mist quickly spread over the city, but it did not continue to advance into the city. Looking closely, I vaguely saw a familiar white figure standing on the main city tower.

It was Ouyang Yutian who was using his wind technique to dispel the blood mist in front of him, so as not to harm the people in the city.

Although he had already asked the king to give orders to prepare the whole city to defend against the poisonous fog, it was difficult to guarantee that a few families would not be missed, especially those living in the slums.

The wind rose suddenly, urging the heavens and the earth.

I saw Ouyang Yutian organize a wind wall above the city, blocking all the blood mist at the head of the city.

The Wall of Wind and the Blood Mist confronted each other for a long time.

Although the blood mist could no longer move forward, the wind wall could not disperse the blood mist.

The Qing army didn't know whether it was afraid of being beaten or afraid of the blood mist, so it stayed in the rear and did not attack again.

I covered my mouth and nose with a towel-soaked towel, and an unusually pungent smell quickly crept into my nostrils, causing me to reflexively put the towel down.

At that moment, a stream of blood mist took the opportunity to burrow into the nasal cavity, and although he didn't feel anything wrong, his consciousness became a little trance.

I patted Fang Xu, who was squatting beside me, and wanted to ask him how he was doing now. But when Fang Xu turned around, he sat down on the ground with a slam of his ass.

It wasn't Fang Xu at all, but a skeleton in armor. There was not a trace of flesh hanging from its pale bones, as if it had been gnawed away by the blood mist.

This is true not only for the face, but also for the rest of the body.

Seeing my comrades-in-arms become like this, I felt sadness in fear and acum.

Soon, however, his sorrow was replaced by terror.

The skeleton slowly rose from the base of the wall, then mechanically approached him as a pair of white, fleshless finger bones stretched out and strangled at my neck.

"Fang Xu, I'm Sibao! What do you want? "I lifted one of my mid-door legs and kicked it in the lower abdomen of the skeleton, trying to kick it apart. But the skeleton only took two steps back, and then came up again.

"You...... You're not Fang Xu, what kind of monster are you? I couldn't care about anything anymore, his heart was already occupied by fear and sadness, and he pulled out the Kangxi chopping knife from his waist and slashed at the skeleton.

I'm sorry, Fang Xu. You're dead, go down in peace!

My eyes were drenched with tears, and the knife in my hand trembled.

Then, he closed his eyes and slashed over.

In the darkness, a cold, moist sensation covered his mouth, and then a familiar pungent smell poured into his nostrils again.

When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to find that the skeleton in front of me had disappeared, replaced by Fang Xu's surprised and strange expression, and the brothers were all holding towels around me, as if they wanted to snatch the knife from their hands.

Don't...... Those were all your own hallucinations?

The towel, which had been soaked in the medicinal juice, covered his mouth and nose again at some point, and a slender white hand was covering the towel.

His heart shook violently, and when he looked sideways, he saw a slim girl standing beside him.

Her face was covered with a white cloth, but I could tell at a glance that she was Yunmeng. (To be continued.) )