With his back to the corpse, the fat chief's face was as gloomy as iron: "Say, what the hell is going on?"

Zhang Ang couldn't help but swallow his saliva, he didn't expect that he was just the director of the Huotou Battalion, and he turned out to be a grandmaster-level master, but with a flash of his palm, the little spy was killed on the spot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After pondering the sentence, Zhang Ang opened his mouth and replied: "Originally, we were both sleeping in the boiler room, and he slept next to me, but he slept until midnight and sneaked up and slipped out. I was a light sleeper, and he woke me up when he moved. I saw that he was sneaky in actual combat and did not look like a good person, so I secretly followed him, who knew that he was a spy and wanted to poison the water tank, so I fought with him. ”

The fat chief looked at the long bag on the ground, examined the body of the little man, raised his head, stared at Zhang Ang, and said, "It does look similar to what you said, but can you tell me where the sword in your hand came from?" ”

The cold sweat on Zhang Ang's head came down all of a sudden, and he hesitated for a long time before he stammered and found an excuse: "This, this, I'm more afraid, in case this city is broken, I want to have some self-preservation, so I asked someone to bring it in, and I usually hide it in the firewood." ”

"Oh, who brought it in for you?" asked the fat officer again.

"This, this ......" Zhang Ang didn't come out of this for a long time.

"Forget it, I see that you are not lightly injured, and this time it can be regarded as a meritorious service, I will not pursue it, go down and heal. Seeing Zhang Ang's embarrassed appearance, the fat chief finally waved his hand and waved him away.

Finally, the medicine was applied, the wounds were bandaged, the sky was already dark, and a new day's offensive was about to begin.

This is, a firehead soldier in leather armor ran over: "You don't have to go back to the boiler room to bake bread in the future, you will follow me to the city wall to deliver food in the future!"

"Huh?" Zhang Ang was stunned: "I have made a meritorious service, I helped you catch the poisoned spy, how can you treat me like this? Isn't this sending me to death?"

"That's the order, it's to deliver a meal, and it's not to go to the city wall to fight, it's not as dangerous as you think. The soldier reassured.

"I'm not convinced, I want to see the chief!" Zhang Ang shouted.

"It's useless for you to shout, this order was given by the commander himself, no matter what, it's better than sending you to be cannon fodder! Hurry up and get dressed and follow me to deliver breakfast!" the soldier commanded, with a look of disgust.

The situation is stronger than people, and there is no way, Zhang Ang had to put on his clothes and follow him out.

There were many people who sent food to the city wall, and the food they sent was not the same, Zhang Ang and the soldier sent thick soup.

Four tin buckets, two for each person, carry the steaming soup to the city walls, the tin buckets are not large, but when filled with soup, they are also full of portions.

"Alright, come up with me. The leather-armored soldier commanded again.

"Ah, it's still early, their bread hasn't been baked yet, why are we sending the soup so early?" Zhang Ang pointed to the boiler room next to him.

"If you don't want to die, come with me, it's good to be early!

There was no way, Zhang Ang had to carry two iron buckets and follow him up the city wall from the stone steps not far from the camp.

The city wall is very wide, about 2 zhang wide, there are traces of blood on the ground, a group of soldiers are resting against the wall battlements, many people are injured, but it seems that the injuries are not serious, presumably the seriously injured should have been carried off the city wall.

Some of them were closing their eyes, some were wiping their weapons, some were arranging their bandages and armor, and some were burying their heads in their knees, not knowing whether they were sleeping or what they were doing.

As soon as Zhang Ang and the others went up to the city wall, they saw such a scene.

The leather-clad soldier tapped the tin bucket and shouted, "The soup is coming, the soup is coming, everyone take out the bowls......"

Hearing his words, the soldiers on the city wall were obviously in good spirits, and they took out an iron bowl from their backs and came over.

Under the command of the soldier, Zhang Ang was alone with him, holding an iron spoon and scooping them with a spoonful of thick soup in turn. During this period, it was inevitable to hear the complaints of the soldiers:

"Ah, it's fish soup again, there are not a few fish, and I don't know how to add more salt, dry flour, this soup is so delicious. ”

"Be content, it's good that I didn't give you boiled water, little brother, give me another spoonful. ”

"This soup is here, why can't the bread be there?"

"Alas, Bill sat down with me for soup yesterday morning, and today the people are gone, alas, this damn war ......"

"yes, I don't know when it's a head. ”

"It seems that the British will not stop today, and I don't know how many more people will die. ”

"Damn British!"

......

Zhang Ang remembered that Albert's gang also came to the north gate, but Zhang Ang did not find them when he walked through this section of the city wall.

It's not all gone, but Albert shouldn't have an accident if he has a life-escape star, Zhang Ang silently comforted himself.

After a while, they came to a corner tower, which was full of officers and martial arts powerhouses, Zhang Ang and the leather-armored soldiers walked in and opened another iron bucket.

The soup is noticeably more delicious, with small pieces of mushrooms and chicken breast in the milky white soup, and a hint of butter and cheese that fills the air, making you appetizing.

Naturally, the officers and the strong men would not stretch out their hands to ask for it, so naturally Zhang Ang and the two of them came to serve them, brought over the bowls one by one, carefully poured the soup into the bowls, and then carried the bowls and handed them to them. And be careful to advise: "Just made, be careful of the burn." ”

After handing them over one by one, within reason and unexpectedly, Zhang Ang saw a familiar person, it was d'Artagnan.

Compared with the original blonde, blue-eyed, heroic and resolute handsome man, the current d'Artagnan looks haggard, with a full chin of stubble, his hair is disheveled, his face is also covered with blood, and his dark armor is also damaged, only his eyes, which seem to be burning with endless flames, full of war intent and hatred, just like the spear in his hand, releasing a fierce momentum.

Zhang Ang forced himself to calm down, held the soup steadily, handed it over, and lowered his voice and said, "Lord Musketeer, please drink the soup, be careful of scalding." ”

D'Artagnan didn't answer, but mechanically took the bowl and drank it.

Zhang Ang turned around and was about to leave, but d'Artagnan's somewhat hoarse voice came from behind him: "Wait, you turn around, have we met before?"

Zhang Ang turned around a little stiffly, and reluctantly squeezed out a sentence: "What did the adult say about me? ”

D'Artagnan looked at Zhang Ang carefully, and then waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, I recognized the wrong person, you go and get busy." ”

Zhang Ang was struck by d'Artagnan's keen intuition: I wear a human skin mask, you can feel it, this sixth sense is really terrifying.

After finishing the pie, Zhang Ang and his partner went down the city wall from the other side, but as soon as they walked a few steps, they heard a crazy bell.

The British are attacking the city!

Not far from them, two soldiers of the Firehead Army were standing on the stone steps with a basket of bread.