Cheng Ting looked up at the white-shouldered eagle leaving, a black short feather slapped him on the face, he reached out and pinched it, and just wanted to show it to Wu Jin, he saw Wu Jin holding the edge of the wall with both hands, leaning forward with his upper body, and looking intently into the distance.

The beams and streams in the distance are staggered, the west wing is slow, the east wing is steep, the moonlight shines, and a large shadow falls on the west wing, where will people hide?

The sound of Xun stopped, and the white-shouldered eagle was frightened away, was it because of the Qiang people, or did the Jin Yu scout want to find out?

He withdrew his hand, straightened up, strode back to the main tower, and whispered to the soldiers: "Order everyone to go up to the tower to be on guard, open their bows and arrows, and take ten steps to confuse the enemy."

Then he looked at Cheng Ting, who was following him: "Give me the dagger."

Cheng Ting was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the dagger and handed it to Wu Jin: "What's wrong?"

Wu Jin looked at him like a big bird with a pestle on the side, folded his wings, and looked at him with a clear little eye that knew nothing.

But when a big bird flaps its wings, it can also fan people out for 108,000 miles.

He put away the words for Cheng Ting to go down the city tower, and said in a low voice, "Someone is approaching."

"How many?"

"If it's a scout, there won't be more than five."

"Could it be a raid?"

"The movement of the raid will not be so light, be careful, act on the opportunity."

Cheng Ting's head clicked again and again, turned around, found a wooden stick for binding the flag, weighed it twice in his hand, and thought it was very appropriate.

The two walked to the west side again, there is an arrow light in the main city tower, the scouts will avoid it, the west side of the city wall has collapsed and rebuilt, and it has always been the weakness of Gaopingzhai.

If the scouts find that there is no one in Gaopingzhai and send someone to climb up to investigate, this is the best place.

Wu Jin carried a dagger that had not been stained with the blood of the enemy, walked against the inner city wall, and the leather boots on his feet landed soundly, so he stood on one foot, bowed down and took off his boots, and then took off on one foot, wearing only muslin white socks and stepping on the stone slab, bending down to lift the black leather military boots and placing them against the wall.

Cheng Ting did the same, took off his shoes and walked, landed on one foot, immediately lifted it up in the cold, and tried to explore it again.

Under the bright moon, there seems to be a layer of frost on the ground, and people walk on it, and it is cold to the bone.

Wu Jin walked very slowly, and when he reached the rebuilt city wall, he leaned over a little bit, squatted in the shadow below the city wall, and looked out from the battlement.

Cheng Ting walked behind him, squatted down, and shrunk into a huge ball.

The later the hour, the quieter the surroundings, the more you could hear the falling needles, and after waiting for four quarters of an hour, Wu Jin heard a "ding" sound, the sound of a hook embedded in the crack in the wall, and his breathing trembled, and quickly calmed down.

After this sound, no more sound came.

Cheng Ting first thought that the wind had blown something onto the iron tools - outside Gaoping Village, there had been more than one battle, and it was not surprising that there were iron tools left outside.

Soon he knew he was wrong—there was no strong wind just now.

He immediately tightened his grip on the stick and listened to the movement below.

It was a long time before the faint sound of clothes rubbing against the city walls was heard.

Wu Jin moved his position when he heard the sound and waited quietly, and Cheng Ting saw his movements and followed suit.

The speed of the climbers on the city wall is light and fast, constantly using the hook to go up, the sound of climbing and the sound of small stones rolling down, more and more clearly, the sound of breathing from far and near, and finally close at hand.

Cheng Ting's palms were sweaty, he was accumulating strength in his hands, making an attack gesture, Wu Jin didn't move at all, only his eyes were very bright.

At the same time, a thin figure came out, easily climbed over the wall, and the moment his two feet landed, Wu Jin suddenly rose up and waved his knife.

The man who came was alert, and when he heard the wind, he rolled on the spot, and a wooden stick followed closely behind, and smashed at him with the force of thunder.

He grabbed the wooden stick and pulled it hard, but he couldn't pull it, and immediately got up with his strength, threw the stick maker to the ground, and quickly pulled out the sharp knife at his waist and stabbed it down.

The knife stopped halfway through the road, as another cold blade lay across his neck.

Just as he stopped, Cheng Ting raised his slap, lay on the ground and gave him a slap.

His slap won Cheng Taishan

True biography, there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the opponent's head was knocked to the side, and his face was swollen.

When the slap was over, he looked at it in the moonlight and exclaimed, "Zel!"

Zell was dark-skinned, with fine sweat on his face, and wore a felt hat and braided hair, and wore a burlap robe with a belt tucked into his belt, two flints hanging from his waist, a sheepskin coat on the outside, trouser legs, and a pair of bast shoes.

Zell sat on Cheng Ting, lost his mind for a moment, his ears were buzzing, and he looked at Cheng Ting with an apologetic face: "It's you—"

He tried to look back to see who his kidnapper was, but the blade never moved away, and he didn't know who it was until Cheng Ting spoke up.

"Wu Jin, it's Zel."

"The army isn't there?" Zell stretched out his hand, removed the dagger from Wu Jin's hand, stood up, and looked at the empty city, "Or is it some plan?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Wu Jin as if he didn't care.

Wu Jin wore a soap-colored shirt, which was already elegant and handsome, and then made the figure of this neat short outfit long, making it more and more slender waist and wide shoulders, rich and handsome.

"Hmph," he snorted two cold air in his nostrils, nitpicking, "You Han people are not very particular about dress, why don't you even wear shoes?"

Cheng Ting got up: "If you don't say it, I forgot it."

He sniffled and ran back to get his shoes.

Zell took off the hook from the battlement, put away the rope, tied it together, held it in his left hand, and when he walked to Wu Jin's side, he clenched his fist with his right hand and swung it at Wu Jin - this punch, he had long wanted to fight!

Wu Jin seemed to have anticipated his punch, and took two steps back to avoid his punch.

Zell stepped forward again, feigned movement with his hand, raised his leg and swept, but with a "snap", he kicked Cheng Ting's leg.

Cheng Ting crawled between them, hit this leg, his face was hideous, and he waved two pairs of boots: "Don't fight, don't fight, it's all your own people."

Zell withdrew his fist and shook his hand, "Where's Mo Leaf?"

Wu Jin took the boots from Cheng Ting's hand and squatted down to put them on: "Called the general."

"I'm not her soldier," Zell shouted, "I can call it whatever I like, you don't care."

Wu Jin got up and walked towards the Zhengcheng Tower, ignoring his shouts.

He knew that Zell was looking at him, and he still had a strong face-saving opinion, and he forcibly suppressed the cowardice and panic in his heart, like a child, thinking that his voice was loud enough to hide his heart.

He guessed that Zell must not be like this in front of others, just because Mo Lingfeng was his god and could draw out his lowliness.

"Where did Mo Leaf go?" Zell catches up.

Wu Jin glanced at him, but still didn't speak.

Cheng Ting had the intention to resolve the embarrassment, but Wu Jin's eyes also swept over him, and he sensed the displeasure from it, reached out and touched his nose, and closed his mouth.

Zell frowned, "You don't speak, and it seems that you don't want to know what I'm here for?"

Wu Jin stopped, turned around, looked him in the eye, and took another step forward: "You killed the Golden Capture Scout."

Zell took a step back, and after stepping back, he realized he was at a disadvantage, "No."

"You smell of blood," Wu Jin pointed to Zell's waist and scratched the hook, "This is the hook of the golden captive, and the military horn is engraved on it."