Near the camp, Yang Jin asked the thieves to shake the trees one by one.

He knew that the boy, like a monkey, would hide in a tree.

Thousands of thieves were scattered in the forest, and they were about to approach the tree where Yang Huaiyu was.

Yang Zaixing took out a piccolo-like thing from his arms, held it in his mouth, grabbed two more needles, hid them in his pocket, and waved his hand at Yang Huaiyu.

"Little Daddy, I don't want to die another Daddy." Yang Huaiyu broke off a green branch and stuck it in Yang Zaixing's back, she thought it would bring him good luck.

Yang Zaixing said "um", calmly jumped to another tree, grabbed a branch and swinged, and then jumped to the tree in front of him, really like a monkey.

"Where! Pursue! Some thieves spotted him and hurried around him.

Yang Jin stared ahead and hid in the crowd.

The young man's flying needle could shoot or blind several people with just one hand.

This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is the poisonous needle that blows out of the boy's mouth!

The middle will die!

Yang Zaixing jumped over more than a dozen trees, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground, rolling in death or pain.

"Shoot the arrows!" Someone shouted.

For a while, flying needles and bows and arrows flew in the woods...

"Give it all to me, he is just a man with one hand, he must kill him, and reward him with a hundred taels of gold!" Yang Jin's eyes were red and he yelled loudly.

The thieves began to swarm their chrysalis, bows and arrows like locusts.

Yang Zaixing had to dodge these arrows, and there were fewer and fewer flying needles.

No way! Gotta slip away!

Yang Zaixing's eyebrows raised slightly, and he no longer jumped around in a straight line, but began to turn around and run towards the steps up the mountain.

There is Song Bing over there, which can relieve him of pressure.

"Whew!" An arrow flew past his clothes.

"Snort!" Several arrows stuck to his hair.

The further up the stairs of the hill there were, the fewer trees there were, and the greater the pressure on him from the bandits' bows and arrows.

"Yang Jin, I'm here!" Yang Zaixing suddenly shouted, no longer jumping out, but went around and threw himself at Yang Jin.

"Humph! Look for death! The corners of Yang Jin's mouth curled up and he burrowed into the tree hole.

The trunk of the tree can burrow into a large tree that can burrow into a person, and at the bottom is the entrance to the secret passage.

"Kill him!" Yang Jin's voice came from the hollow of the tree, full of confidence.

There are all his people around here, and as long as the boy comes in, it will be difficult to fly.

Suddenly, a panicked voice sounded in the distance: "High-rise! It's a tall building! ”

Yang Jin hurriedly shouted in the cave: "What are you panicking, surround and kill!" ”

This time, he wants to get rid of all the troubles in his heart.

On the steps, Gao Lou was wearing black armor, and his bow and arrows were all blocked by his wave, and the sword at his waist killed one person in three steps.

After recovering the armor in the Qianzhang Pavilion, he was full of arrogance and killed all the way.

Hong Ying and ten other Song soldiers followed him from a distance.

Thousands of thieves, when they saw him on the steps, none of them dared to step forward!

This is the Holy Son of Dali!

A few days ago, he put on armor and took a sword, and single-handedly killed a thousand zhang cliff and killed the soul breaking platform.

The so-called dilapidated steps, moss-covered floors, the so-called difficult to walk, and falling to death at any time, for him, is an excellent natural risky road.

On this kind of road, as many thieves and soldiers come, they all die.

It was also in that battle that the entire Qianzhang Cliff was terrified of him.

"Whoosh!" Yang Zaixing jumped out of a tree, with four or five arrows stuck in his shoulders on both sides, and his white shirt was stained red with blood.

"Not bad!" The high-rise building, which rarely boasted, protected Yang Zaixing behind him and retreated to the mountain.

If he hadn't seen the boy outstanding, he wouldn't have come down.

If you really have to face thousands of troops, armor, swords, and geographical advantages are all indispensable!

Yang Jin, who walked out of the cave, hammered the trunk twice, such a good opportunity, it made people run, the next time this kind of opportunity, I don't know when it will be.

"Make rice!" Yang Jin looked at the two people who went up the mountain and showed a sneer.

Hide in the Soul Breaker Table, right?

Starve you to death!

At the foot of the mountain, inside the walled gate, they are also cooking.

Liu Guangshi looked at the newly built tent and admired it in his heart.

If there is no one person with a bag of rice, he is now stronger than the thieves outside the gate of the village who can carry hunger.

With this food, there is no need to worry about thieves not attacking them.

The longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it will be to Song Bing.

"Eat in batches." Liu Guangshi commanded.

Zhao Huan's voice came from the tent.

"Send some food to the thieves outside the door, it's because the court didn't do well that they fell into the grass."

Liu Guangshi was stunned.

Feed the enemy? There is such a thing in the world.

He walked into the tent, and Yu Liyan was already asking.

"Why did Childe give the thieves food? We don't have much food. ”

Zhao Huan sat on the ground, back to back with Wang Wanrong, which was more comfortable.

"You don't understand, I've heard a saying, eat other people's soft mouths, I've also heard that two peaches are divided for three people, it's easy for people to turn against each other, try it, give them a little." Zhao Huan said.

Liu Guangshi was still a little puzzled, but a little two words made him swallow the question in his stomach.

Give three or four handfuls of rice, it doesn't matter.

Song Bing didn't have a bowl, so he only brought a few pots down from the camp, and could only grab rice with his hands.

Three handfuls of rice for one person.

When a knife scabbard with a little rice on it, put it outside the door.

Zhang Xian felt very hungry.

Not only him, but all the bandits swallowed their saliva.

After fighting hard for a long time, I was hungry.

Now that it's time to eat, we have to wait for the signal of the big boss to attack the mountain before we can eat.

At this time, someone brought food out.

A few thieves who drew bows did not shoot arrows, so that the Song soldiers who delivered the food went back safely, and they were still looking forward to more food being delivered.

"Master Zhang, you use it first." A thief picked up the scabbard and carefully handed it to Zhang Xian, a few grains of rice fell because of hand trembling, and they were picked up by several thieves and secretly stuffed into their mouths.

Zhang Xian picked up the rice, threw it all on the ground, and stepped on it to pieces!

"This rice is poisonous! If you want to eat, kill me! Zhang Xian drew his sword and shouted.

He could see that the Song soldiers were trying to break their morale.

You can't wait any longer, if you wait any longer, your morale will be gone, and if it's dark and dark, you won't have any chance of winning.

"Rush!" The thieves began to shout.

But as soon as they entered the gate, they fell into the pit, which was not very deep, and reached the knees.

But underneath, it's full of vine spikes.

There is a half-person high slope in front, and Dali rides on the slope holding a bright knife.

After such a long time, the defenses in the camp have taken shape.

Basins of boiling water were poured into the pits, countless arrows rained down from behind the slopes, and there were people wielding knives from above...

Zhang Xian's thieves, as long as they entered the door, none of them exited alive.

Those who didn't enter the door had no place to stay, and the door was full of corpses.

It was only a short charge, and the charge that ended before even the shouting stopped, nearly a hundred thieves died.

Zhang Xian looked at the rotten rice under his feet and felt that morale was superfluous.

The gate is narrow, the other party is well prepared, and rushing in is to die.

"Falcon!" Zhang Xiandao.

Whether you can go back to the mountain depends on the elite soldiers in the hands of the big boss!