"Cheng, you should think of a way to get in immediately, my buddy is locked up by those stupid guards, I need to go see him. ”

"This ...... It's kind of hard—"

"You can also stretch your neck and close your eyes, it's easy, it's just a little cold. ”

"Stretch your neck...... It's a little cool?...... I think I want to ......."

"Look, this is your own choice. ”

Al continued to walk towards the gate with his arm around him, until he was close to the limit of his safe distance, and then descended the path, hiding behind a bush that smelled of urine and. Under his warm prompt, the black-faced man didn't dare to make any noise during the whole process, after all, not returning to the camp at night is just a trivial matter, and the sharp blade against his neck is a big thing.

As the black-faced man described, the garrison had erected a row of two or three people-high wooden stakes with sharpened tops at the edge of the half-slope and the slope as a wall, and the visibility of the garrison was definitely not low, and the light from the many moving or stationary torches was leaking into the grass through the crooked gaps of different thicknesses, lengths, and twists in the walls, forming a series of light spots that were constantly changing shapes, bright and extinguished.

The people who moved the torches must be the patrol, and the shock caused by the iron boots under their feet on the ground can be felt by the abdomen even when lying outside, and the number of patrols must be quite large, and the garrison commander is probably too nervous about what has happened in the city recently, or just doesn't want to let too many soldiers idle before the evening break?

This is a nuisance, because if you want to climb the wall, you will inevitably need a dagger, and the sound of the dagger inserting it into the wood during the climb will definitely attract patrols, and the patrol will probably wait behind the wall and so on, which is a beautiful picture.

After dispelling the idea of [going over the wall to die], Al couldn't help but cast his eyes on the gate of the station.

At that point, the stake wall was divided by two makeshift watchtowers made of wood, separated by a distance of ** pace, and in the middle of which was a probable stop

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