Devil's Town, into the night.

The four people who stood by the campfire were silent, these bandits and swordsmen walked on the desert all year round, accompanied by death and loneliness, and had long been accustomed to silence.

San'er suddenly raised his head and said, "We can kill the horse, can't he kill the horse?"

Zhang Kuo followed his gaze and looked over, and in the dark night opposite, Li Siye's black fat under the rock tower was snorting in the cold wind.

Zhang Kuo's eyes lit up, and he asked San'er, "What do you say?"

"Before he can make a move, let's touch it tonight and bring the horse over."

Zhang Kuo didn't answer, lowered his head and pondered for a long time before he said sullenly: "It's a good way."

San'er immediately grabbed the barrier knife thrown on the ground and was about to stand up, but was grabbed by Zhang Kuo's arm, the cunning boss looked at the two knifemen sitting opposite, and said slowly in a deep tone in his throat:

"I paid you half of the gratuity, but I didn't ask you to make a big move, you should take the initiative to go and bring the horses."

The two swordsmen exchanged glances, and the younger one stood up from the sheep felt, shrunk his eyes and said, "I'll go, but not now, wait until after the second half of the night to act."

Zhang Kuo nodded, rolled the sheep felt on his body and lay on the ground, and the four of them began to take turns to watch the night.

In the second half of the night, at dawn to be exact, the young swordsman hung the horizontal knife on his back, bent over and made a detour towards the rock tower.

He behaved very cautiously, did not approach the horse directly, but stuck to the other side of the rock wall from the other direction, and walked slowly forward against the rock wall, Li Siye's black fat was at the edge of the rock wall, and the other end of the horse's reins was tied to the barrier knife, nailed deep into the rock wall.

The swordsman leaned over and stood in front of the horse, making a booing sound to calm the horse's mood, and drew the knife from his waist to cut the rope.

"Shh

A small pebble suddenly flew down overhead, accompanied by a sharp whistle, and the swordsman suddenly looked up, only to see Li Siye with a rope tied around his waist, two feet on the protrusion of the rock wall, and a crossbow arrow in both hands aimed at him.

The swordsman subconsciously dodged to the side, and suddenly stepped on the air, and there was a tearing pain from the soles of his feet. He threw himself to the ground with a muffled grunt, and quickly rolled out, screaming as he had a layer of thistle on his body. Li Siye slammed the crossbow string, and the arrow broke through the air, stabbing the knife man in the waist, followed by another scream.

He immediately wound his crossbow, quickly drew the bolt from his waist, inserted it into the slot, and took aim with both hands. The swordsman endured the severe pain and crawled, and Li Siye pulled the bowstring in response, but the arrow was missed.

By the time he wound the arrows again, the swordsman had crawled out of the distance of forty or fifty paces, and the power of the crossbow arrows had been greatly diminished by such a distance, and the sky was still dark, and the accuracy could not be guaranteed.

Li Siye sighed stupidly, turned around and was about to drag the rope to climb to the top of the rock, but a strong wind howled, he subconsciously moved to the side, and a sudden pain came from the shoulder blade. He climbed patiently to the top of the rock, and with a sharp turn, another arrow burst in, bouncing off the edge of the rock.

He retracted and gasped, reaching out and touching his back, his hands covered in blood.

Raising his head again, he looked at the blind spot of his vision, and Zhang Kuo was standing more than sixty paces away from him, holding a boxwood bow in his hand, full of bowstrings and ready to go.

At this moment, the sky was already white, Li Siye didn't dare to act rashly, and Zhang Kuo, who was holding the bow in the distance, relaxed and reloaded the wooden bow on the horse's back.

The elder swordsman and San'er quickly rushed towards this side, and the two of them lifted the wounded together and moved them to the campfire.

Zhang Kuo is a terrible marksman, seventy-eight steps away, and in the visual conditions of dawn and darkness, he can still shoot himself, and sure enough, it is the best choice to get up.

He thought about himself again, and the skill of killing people was still a little trendy, so he had to train slowly in the future to make up for it. Right now, the swordsman was sturdy in the waist with a crossbow, and his body was pierced with countless blood holes by thistle, which would take a long time to recover from in ancient times when there were no anti-inflammatory drugs and advanced medical equipment.

In this way, there are only three people left in the living force that the other party can fight, and he is still in a situation of great disparity between strength and weakness.

……

The red sun slowly rose from the Gobi Desert, and the blood left by Li Siye from his shoulders was also roasted brown. He should have treated the wound as soon as possible to prevent infection, but the arrow wound was in a bit of a position and was stuck in his left shoulder.

He sat in the center of the top of the stone tower, and the enemy who was guarding in the distance lay down under the sun to rest, and at this time he healed his wounds, as long as he did not make a sound, it should not attract the enemy to come.

He lowered his head vigorously, raised his right arm and bent back to reach the shaft of the arrow on his shoulder, and the sharp pain immediately invaded his internal organs. But he must not stop because of the pain, he will die faster with an arrow wound infection.

He slowly silently recited in his heart: "It's okay, it's just a pain, it's the same as an injection, it's ...... with an injection."

His right arm suddenly exerted force, and the pain instantly extended along the nerve endings, and the strength of his body seemed to be drained, and the wet sweat flowed down his forehead, and despite biting the sweat towel in his mouth, the tearing colic still made him snort, and he fell forward, his cheek rubbing against the rock.

Although he was unusually weak, he refused to close his eyes, for if he closed his eyes and gasped for a moment, he would fall into a comfortable fainting, and his head would be carried in his hands.

He sat up straight, untied his robe and exposed his left shoulder, took out the distilled liquor from his backpack, and used his right hand to the shoulder to drip on the wound, and then picked out the bottles and jars, what gold sore medicine, Yunnan Baiyao, sprinkled them one by one, and finally took out a fine linen bandage, sprinkled it with medicinal powder, and bandaged it along the shoulders and armpits.

Li Siye, who had treated the wound, lay on the rock slightly comfortably, and his bare shoulders were exposed to the sun as much as possible, which could promote metabolism and speed up the process of scabbing the wound.

At the same time, a group of bandits in the distance were also treating the wounds of their companions, compared to Li Siye, the other party's injuries were much more serious, and those rusty tribulus terrestris would cause a large area of infection in the wound.

The swordsman crouched in front of his companion and plucked the thistles from his body one by one, each of which caused a terrible scream, and the whole day of the Devil's City was filled with this sound, mixed with the cold wind whimpering between the boulders, and it sounded terrifying.

Zhang Kuo sat silently in front of the ashes, not knowing what he was pondering. The serious injury of his fellow swordsman was not a pity for him, on the contrary, it was still his strength that prevailed between the two mercenary parties, and this was enough.

He didn't believe in money-hired swordsmen, these people were just for money, and they could break their integrity at any time and bite back when he was weak.

……

Li Siye carefully observed these people on the top of the rock, and had the same anxiety as the other party in his heart, all of them had reached this point, and he didn't take the initiative to attack, was this waiting for him to die of thirst and starvation to pick up ready-made? This bastard is really obscene.

In this situation, the two sides are still equal in consumption, although Li Siye has compressed biscuits, but the other party can kill horses, two horses and two camels like this, and in the end it is himself who starves to death. As for fresh water, the other party's hydration bags are at least sufficient, and on his own side, the two hydration bags are already empty, and there are still three left, so you can continue to hold on.

As the sun began to set, white horse skeletons appeared on the ground, and Li Siye and his opponents fell into a protracted torment, and his black fat under the rock wall was also getting thinner and thinner from hunger.

Li Siye decided to take the initiative tonight to reverse the current situation. He calculated that the odds of success were high, and the enemy should not have expected that a man who had been wounded during the day would take the initiative to attack them.