Chapter 161: Desperate Flame (2)

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The rising mist indicated that Baiyun Mountain was at dawn at the moment.

This is the most humid and cold time of the day in the Baiyun Mountains, and it is also the most difficult time for the soldiers guarding the beacon tower.

When the ugly time was Yin, it was the soldiers Li Tong and Lao Zhao who were on duty, and it was not a chore to say that guarding the beacon tower was not a chore, compared to the hundreds of night patrol soldiers who patrolled the mountain aisle and ate the cold wind, what these two people had to do was just wait for someone to pass on the enemy's situation and then light the beacon fire.

However, if you want to stay awake at night, the best way is to find someone to talk to, so the conversation between these two people has not stopped for a moment from the beginning of the duty to the present.

Of course, this late-night chat naturally has to talk about some interesting topics to pass the sleep, and if a man is interested in gossiping, I am afraid that there is nothing to do with women......

There were two such soldiers at the bottom of the beacon tower somewhere.

One man rested with his head tilted and leaned against the wall with the barrel of his gun, and the wrinkles carved out of his face like steel knives showed that he was quite old.

And being able to eat military rations at such an age, and getting such a comfortable errand, it is obvious that he must have some long-sleeved ability to dance.

Next to him stood a young man with a still somewhat green face, who seemed to be full of energy, staring at the distant sentry from the hole in the wall with unblinking eyes, looking very cautious and serious.

Lao Zhao scolded the young soldier beside him and said, "Little Lizi, you say, who can match this eldest lady of the Ye family after she was named the lord of Zhaoyang County by the Holy Lord?"

Li Tong glanced at Lao Zhao, he knew that this Lao Zhao was a well-known soldier and a well-known wretch, so he kept looking at him a little unpleasantly.

Hearing him greet himself, he just said lightly: "Who else dares to touch it except the playboy Murong Tassel?" Could it be that you are an old boy?"

When Lao Zhao heard this, he immediately said beautifully: "Tsk, maybe it's Ang?"

Li Tong glanced at him and said, "At your birth age, hey, let's go to the next life!"

Lao Zhao was not angry, his face was full of joy and nodded: "What about me, just think about it, in fact, as long as I work under the Zhaoyang County Lord, I can eat until I am old and wear until I die, and I will be very content!"

Li Tong was stunned, looked at him twice and said, "Hmph, it's useless." ”

Lao Zhao said disapprerovingly: "Well, when people are middle-aged and mixed like this, it is not promising, but do you know that the young marshal on the other side can have a lot of potential! I told you about Ang, it is said that the county lord of Zhaoyang favors him, and he secretly has feelings for him with that Murong tassel on his back!"

Li Tong saw that his eyebrows fluttered, and he immediately sneered: "That Murong Tassel regretted the marriage for whatever reason, so Marshal Ye couldn't get off the stage, and he hasn't mentioned the marriage of the two again." So whether this marriage is concluded or not is still a matter of two words, besides, you look at our Zhaoyang County Lord Yunwen Yunwu, that Murong Tassel is just relying on the identity of the prince, where is it a good match? As for the young marshal who put aside the relationship between friend and foe, he who was born as a civilian is now a young marshal who commands 10,000 people, but with this point, you and I should serve him for three points. ”

Lao Zhao nodded secretly, but his eyes flickered, and the thief smiled: "No, how can I listen to your words and show that I have no interest in the county lord of Zhaoyang, but between the lines, I hate the nobles for a while, and take the young marshal as an example for a while?

Li Tong was stunned when he heard this, then turned his face away, and still argued to himself: "No!"

Seeing this, Lao Zhao still deliberately went around to the front of it, looked carefully at Xiao Li's somewhat blushing face and said, "Oh?

Seeing that he was so uninteresting, Xiao Li casually knocked Lao Zhao on the shoulder with the barrel of the gun and said, "No is no!"

After that, he took the gun and knocked on Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao laughed happily when he saw him so duplicitous, dodged and easily slipped to the door, and said: "People have three urgencies, go and come to Ang!" and opened the wooden door and ran out.

Xiao Li had to curse with a red face, close the door and guard the aisle in a daze, in fact, of course he knew that his dream was always a dream, but if a person didn't even dare to think about it, I was afraid it would be really a nest.

Of course, he Xiao Li doesn't want to be like Lao Zhao for the rest of his life!

The two of them are also a means to pass the sleep, which was originally ordinary in this lonely night, but what is unusual is that the old Zhao has not returned after half a burnt incense.

Li Tong was faintly uneasy in his heart, and after a while, he saw that Lao Zhao still hadn't returned, so he decided to go alone to report the matter to the temporary sentry only fifty steps away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this hand touched the latch, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open, Li Tongmeng trembled and just wanted to raise his gun to be on guard, but saw that the person who came was Lao Zhao, but at this moment his face was covered with blood, his face was hideous, and his voice roared: "Smoke, smoke quickly!"

After that, the backhand bolted the door latch and then backed against the door panel!

Li Tong's face changed dramatically after he lost his mind for a short time, whether it was Lao Zhao's appearance at the moment or the "burning smoke" shouted in his mouth, all of them were showing a fact - enemy attack!

But how is this possible, why is there no movement at all at all from the sentry fifty paces away?

There was half a battalion in it.

What a fucking hell!

Li Tong couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have time to think about it at this time, he had already rushed to the wooden ladder of the beacon tower, and above the wooden ladder was the signal platform, where there was a pile of unburned dry firewood.

And just as he stepped on the stairs, he heard the sound of 'knock, knock, knock' on the door panel behind Lao Zhao, and then heard several "pop" sounds of spears piercing through the flesh and bones!

Li Tong was stunned, and when he turned around in horror, he saw Lao Zhao's hands clutching the tips of the three or four spears that penetrated his abdomen. Seeing Li Tong looking back at himself, he just wanted to make a sound, but he didn't expect an iron spear to come out of Lao Zhao's roar through the door panel coldly!

It's just that Li Tong can still see the shape of his mouth clearly, and Lao Zhao is still shouting before he dies: "Smoke!"

Yes, enemy attack, smoke!

Li Tong's eyes quickly blurred, he had been mislooking at Lao Zhao, he didn't have a bag at all!

Yourself too!

Li Tong's breathing began to be rapid, and the anger in his chest prompted him to pull his legs and run wildly, taking three steps and two steps across the spiral staircase to the beacon tower.

Then he couldn't wait to take out a few fire folds and began to burn the fire in a hurry. When a wisp of fire was lit by him, there was finally a sound of breaking the door downstairs, and he ran to the beacon tower without saying a word, ready to jump off to escape.

Only then did I find that all the torches in the mountain checkpoint in the distance had been extinguished, and the night patrol in the mountains had long since disappeared, and there were one or two faint muffled screams from time to time in the darkness nearby.

The terrifying sound of flesh and skin tearing made his calves and legs sore, and he simply sat on the ground, and a strange smell floated out of his crotch.

He peed.

Yes, he was so frightened that he peed his pants, and his legs were so weak that he even jumped off the beacon tower and lost the courage to escape.

He is as weak and timid as the flame in the beacon tower, which will be extinguished at any time and place! This is not to blame him, he was only twenty years old, what a splendid time this is!

"I, I haven't married and had children, I haven't lived enough, I, I'm ......"

Smoke!!

Suddenly, Lao Zhao's dying roar echoed in his mind again, and his body, which suddenly remembered Lao Zhao's appearance before his death, was stunned, staring at the fragile flames in the beacon tower, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his face became more and more red.

Immediately after, he wiped the tears in the corners of his eyes and laughed madly three times, then stood up again with the spear in his hand, took a deep breath, jumped up, jumped to the stairwell that only one person could pass, and shouted at the Tianxing sergeants who rushed up one after another under him: "Lao Zhao, you watch, watch! I, Li Tong, don't nest! Tonight, people are on the stage!!!

......

Li Tong's sacrifice was really exchanged for a wild dancing flame.

As the beacon fire burned more and more, in less than a moment or three, the peaks were already full of beacon flames in a line!

In a certain aisle at the foot of the mountain, a young man looked at the Heavenly Beacon with an expressionless face and didn't know what he was doing, and behind him was the row of Heavenly Star Saber Guards who were ready to go, this person was none other than Mo Shaoying, the young marshal who had not been seen for a long time!

At that time, a person rushed down from the mountain, came to Mo Shaoying's body and immediately knelt down on one knee, and slammed the bloody ghost head knife in front of him: "The last general's night attack failed, and the beacon guards were alarmed, please punish the young marshal heavily!"

Mo Shaoying smiled lightly and said: "First year, you are the general I pulled up, how can I bear to blame you, but Ben Shuai is a little puzzled that the first half of the first half is clean and beautiful, and why is the second half of the beacon tower substandard??"

Chu Yi Bi said respectfully: "There is a kid in this beacon tower guarding the ladder that only one person can cross, and dozens of shots in his body are still dead, and it is still too late to wait until the last general arrives to finish it with a knife, and the blazing beacon fire can not be extinguished." ”

Mo Shaoying was surprised: "Oh, there are still such characters, it's a pity." ”

After a pause, he said, "That person's body is still in the beacon?"

Chu Yi said loudly: "Yes!"

Mo Shaoying was silent for a moment, then looked at the beacon tower and said, "In this case, let's send someone to burn the simple beacon tower later." ”

Chu Yi was stunned, and a look of surprise flashed on his face.

Mo Shaoying was so sharp, he saw it at a glance: "What, do you think it's inappropriate?"

When Chu Yi heard this, he immediately bowed his head and replied, "The last general is just worried about the failure of the attack tonight, can you still act according to the plan?"

Mo Shaoying said lightly: "It is a bit unexpected that the county lord of Zhaoyang was able to hastily build this heavenly beacon fire between these peaks in just half a month, but she would never have thought that Ben Shuai had already made a move in Luoyang City, so Jiang Houcheng, the defender of Luoyang, was not worried at all. Since the night attack here has been revealed, it is better to let Ben Shuai personally meet her, so that you can act according to the plan secretly. ”

Chu Yi replied: "The young marshal is full of scheming, and the last general will admire it!"

"There are many tricks, you need to remember that these are secondary, and the real comparison is whose heart is more ruthless. ”

Although Mo Shaoying was smiling when he said this, if Chu Yi dared to raise his head and take a closer look, it would not be difficult to notice the slightest discoloration.