[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

Sitting on a high branch, Fang Wei looked at the city wall that was becoming more and more towering under the moonlight from a distance, spit out the twigs he was chewing, and said: "This city is far worse than our father's Yongcheng. , but the defense is much tighter."

Fang Mo was sitting under the tree with his back against the big tree, with his arms on his knees, boredly playing with the sharp knife left by the big man. Hearing this, he replied lazily, "It's war time, of course it's different."

Fang Wei fell silently from the tree, sat down beside him, and said, "I have a question for you, who wrote the martial arts review?"

Fang Mo was slightly stunned: "Isn't it Old Man Tianji?"

Fang Wei said, "Who is Old Man Tianji?"

Fang Mo turned to look at him and said, "What do you want to say?"

Fang Wei lay down on the spot, leaning on his arms and crossing his feet, looking at the stars in the sky through the dense branches and leaves, and lazily said: "The rivers and lakes are too big, and we are too small, so we never had to think about these problems before, but Now I have to think about it. In martial arts reviews, it is said that all the masters in the world are included, including grandmasters and first-ranks, and those with outstanding strength or expertise in second-ranks are also on the list. For example, Chen Zun, who was slaughtered by you earlier, was The invulnerability to kung fu was selected... There are so many masters in the world, how can one person, no matter how well-informed, know everything in the world, let alone comment one by one?

"If you want to do this, you must have a powerful news network. It may not be pervasive, but it must be everywhere. Therefore, there have been rumors in the world that the old man Tianji is not a person, but a huge organization, and even fabricated Out of a mysterious gang like 'Tianjitang'..."

Fang Mo has been listening quietly and did not answer. What Fang Wei said was not his own whim, but a popular argument in Jianghu. This is not the first time Fang Mo has heard it, so it is obviously not true. It wasn't what Fang Wei really wanted to say, Fang Mo pondered for a moment, and said, "You mean to say that there is no Heavenly Mystery Hall at all, and that the so-called martial arts review is actually a trick played by the court?"

Fang Wei snapped his fingers and said, "Talking with you will save trouble."

He said again: "Wu Ping claims to have all the masters in the world, and they can even dig out first-ranks who live in seclusion in deep mountains and old forests, but in Yongcheng, we suddenly saw two first-ranks that had not been recorded, one Feng Yi, one Mr. Yao. If there is only one person, we can still say that it was a momentary omission in the martial arts review, but if two people are together, and they happen to be members of the imperial court, it would be too far-fetched to talk about an omission. Therefore, there must be thousands of differences between the martial arts evaluation and the imperial court. The inexhaustible connections are more likely to be directly controlled by the imperial court, but what is the imperial court doing when they have nothing to do? Even if it wants to count the world's masters, it has no obligation to inform everyone in the rivers and lakes, right?"

Fang Mo hummed, but did not speak.

Fang Wei continued: "You must know that martial arts masters are also people in the world. They need to eat, sleep, wine and beauties, martial arts secret books, someone to guide them, and magic weapons...so a dignified master such as Tang Ao should also go To make money as a killer, you also covet your swordsmanship. You said that with the resources of the imperial court, it is difficult to recruit someone who is a first-rank or is expected to become a first-rank?"

Fang Mo said: "So you suspect that this so-called 'Tianji Hall' is actually to recruit masters secretly for use by the imperial court, and martial arts reviews are just a way for them to confuse the public, and the masters recruited by them, except for a few standing on the facade Other than the above-mentioned people, no one will be included in the martial arts review."

Fang Wei said: "Therefore, there may be more first ranks in the world than we imagined, and there may be more first ranks belonging to the imperial court than we imagined."

So the people they want to kill may be more difficult to kill than imagined.

That's what he really wanted to say.

Fang Mo sheathed the bull-eared sharp knife, stood up and said, "Change your defense soon, let's go."

Fang Wei pressed the ground and said with a smile, "Let's go!"

On the city wall, two patrol teams stopped at the same time to check the password. The soldiers standing on the city wall with spears glanced aside from time to time. I will be able to sleep well. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but yawned, so I didn't see it. Under the moonlight, there were two black shadows that crossed the moat like big birds, and landed on the city wall silently. Under the shrouded wall.

Fang Mo and Fang Wei glanced at each other. Fang Mo jumped up and flew to a height of five feet. His five fingers silently inserted half an inch into the city wall. He climbed on the wall like a gecko. He raised his shoulders a few feet higher, fixed himself on the city wall in the same way, and at the same time a rope dropped from his hand without a sound.

Fang Mo lightly pulled the rope, lifted it upwards, and landed beside Fang Wei. Not far above their heads were soldiers holding spears, and a little behind them, two teams of patrolling soldiers passed by.

Fang Mo took out a pill the size of a grain of rice from his bosom, crushed it with his fingertips, flicked it lightly, and complained, "It's a waste."

The finely divided powder fell silently on the collar of the spearman above his head.

The pikeman stabbed his head down suddenly, opened his eyes in a jerk, gathered himself together, peeked at the patrol soldier behind him who had only walked two steps more than before, and breathed a sigh of relief: he was too sleepy to stand still. You can also squint, but fortunately, it was just that, neither fell off the city wall unluckily, nor was it discovered by anyone.

Although he only squinted for a moment, he found that his spirit was much better than before, and his drowsiness disappeared, so he tightened his grip on the gun in his hand and stood a little more upright.

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"According to the rules, a city lord must go to the top of the city to check every once in a while during a war," Fang Wei said, "but I just don't know whether he will abide by this rule or not."

They were sitting on the roof of a restaurant, which was still some distance away from the General’s Mansion where the chief general Zhang Yong lived, but there were two advantages, one was that it was high enough, not to mention the inside of the General’s Mansion, at least he could see his gate, The second is that this is the only way to go to the North City Gate, and the North City Gate is the place that needs to be defended at this moment.

Fang Mo said: "Don't worry, let's bet that he is a good general who obeys the rules."

It's not difficult to find out where Zheng Cheng's guard lives, but it's not easy to break in without a sound. It's okay to catch the assassin, but it will be troublesome if you hide yourself like a tortoise, so it's better to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit.

Fang Wei said: "You take a rest first, I will watch."

Fang Mo hummed, and was about to lie down, when he saw the gate of the general's mansion open in the distance, and dozens of soldiers in full armor came out one after another. Fang Wei said, "The one who rode out directly should be the master, right? But everything in wartime From the right, it's hard to say... If only I could find that fellow villager to paint a portrait just now."

Fang Mo knew that he was just habitually talkative, so he didn't bother to talk to him: don't talk about whether these low-level people dare to look at the general's face, even if they did, it would be difficult to draw to a recognizable level.

They didn't act in a hurry, they just waited for them to come here quietly. Seeing the group of people getting closer and closer, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes, Fang Wei wondered: "At this point... has the war changed?"

There was a curfew throughout the city during the war. If it wasn't for the military newspaper, no one would dare to run horses on the street during the day, let alone at night. People coming from the north gate obviously didn't come to send orders from the imperial court.

"General!" Two soldiers who came flying over got off their horses in front of the general's mansion, and said anxiously: "Half an hour ago, hundreds of defeated soldiers who claimed to be the garrison of Kangcheng came over and demanded to open the city. The gate let them in, because they could not produce tokens, General Liu asked us to shoot arrows to drive them away from the city gate. They did not leave, and stayed outside the city within an arrow's reach.

"Not long ago, a group of rebels suddenly rushed out and hacked at them. The defeated soldiers of Kangcheng retreated while fighting, and suffered heavy casualties. We shot arrows on the city wall to support them and shot those rebels to death. Leaving arrogantly. It's just that the defeated soldiers in Kangcheng were miserable. Hundreds of people were either killed or injured, and many of them fled to the gate of the city and were beheaded.

"General Liu sent people to climb down from the top of the city to check. The surviving defeated soldiers said that the spies found out that a group of rebels were going to bypass Kangcheng and attack our Zhengcheng. General Wang led them to venture out of the city to make a surprise attack. , were beaten to pieces... They managed to escape the pursuers, and found that Zhengcheng was surrounded by rebels, so they didn't dare to go back, so they had to flee here."

Zhang Yong said in a deep voice: "What about the city gate, you didn't open the city gate, did you?"

The soldier slightly lagged behind and said: "Those people suffered heavy casualties, many of them had broken arms and legs, bleeding profusely, crying in the city, if they don't get treated, it will be too late. When the villain came, General Liu was ordering to open the city gate... ..."

Zhang Yong said: "Confused! You..."

Before the words were finished, a person beside him suddenly shouted in a cold voice: "Who is it? Come out!"

I only heard a chuckle from the top of the restaurant in front of the road: "Come on!"

Immediately afterwards, two figures floated lightly on the roof not far in front of them. Zhang Yong squinted his eyes and looked at the two young men in black but not masked. The older ones were tall, handsome, and full of heroism, while the younger ones were extremely exquisite in appearance, and their demeanor was even more refined, which he had only seen in his life.

What a pair of outstanding young people, if the situation is not clear at the moment, he would not be able to help but applaud.

Zhang Yong stopped his subordinates from shouting and asking, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? What is your business here?"

Fang Wei grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and said, "Guess?"

The guards around Zhang Yong were furious: "Presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"court death!"

"rude"

"..."

"Whispering."

The last sentence was uttered by Fang Mo, and when the words fell, the long sword unsheathed and turned into a long rainbow that descended from the sky.

The old man next to Zhang Yong who was the first to speak out sneered, put his hand on the horse's back, flew up, and closed the two steel claws in his hand to lock the long sword in Fang Mo's hand.

Fang Mo chuckled: "Oh, Yipin!"

There was no fear in his tone, but full of interest, like a child who suddenly discovered some novel and interesting toy.

Fang Mo's castration did not change, the long sword in his hand turned into a thorn, the old man smiled lightly, a second-rank kid, he is very rampant... It is a pity that such a young second-rank is a peerless genius carefully cultivated by which family. .

But it is such a genius that killing is the most enjoyable.

The steel claw of the old man's right hand sank, held the long sword, locked it with a "click", and threw the boy with the sword to the side, while his left claw grabbed the boy's throat.When he casually killed the enemy with a smile on his face, the old man suddenly lightened his right hand, and his center of gravity swayed slightly. A cold light flashed.

The two passed by, and the young man retrieved the long sword that he had regained his freedom, and landed leisurely, without any surprise.

The old man landed behind the young man, Zhang Yong said: "Old Liu..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Old Liu looked up at him, smiled miserably, and then fell to the ground with a bang, with blood spurting from his throat at this moment.

The old man didn't lose his temper for a while, his eyes stared at the young man holding the blood-stained bull's-eared sharp knife—he hid, he really hid, but...how could it be?how come?

The young man glanced back at him, pulled out a sharp knife in his hand and sheathed it, tilted his head and said, "Yipin? Is it fake?"

Suddenly everyone felt the same way: Yes, it's fake, right?

That is to say, Yipin, how could anyone die just by meeting him?It turned out to be fake... huh...

Liu Lao let out two "clucks" from his neck, and swallowed his last breath under the stares of everyone.

Fang Mo looked at Fang Wei dissatisfied, and said, "Hey! There's a fight! Why are you in a daze?"

"Oh!" Fang Wei pulled out his long knife as if waking up from a dream, and went straight to the group of people who were more shocked than him.

Fang Mo, holding the sword, slowly backed away, lazily leaning against the wall, tilting his head to watch the lively battle.

Fang Wei went straight to Zhang Yong, and Zhang Yong pulled back. Fang Wei was immediately surrounded by seven or eight second-rank and third-rank warriors. ——He practiced swords with Feng Yi, and what he was most afraid of was this kind of chaos. Nowadays, it is rare for anyone to practice swords with him.

The ear-piercing whistle sounded, and there were responses from everywhere. The reinforcements in the city were rushing from everywhere, and it would take some time to arrive.

Dozens of people brought by Zhang Yong either encircled and suppressed Fang Wei, or guarded Zhang Yong. Only one brave third-ranker crossed Fang Wei's battle group, and "bravely" charged towards Fang Mo, who was left out in the cold. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped abruptly, and cold sweat dripped down his face: not far in front of him, a bright sword tip was raised slightly, pointing at his weak point. If he continued to rush forward, he would be sent to the door by himself, becoming the only one. The rabbit that was guarded.

Seeing him stop, the tip of the sword lowered quietly again, and the eyes of Sanpin moved up from the tip of the sword inch by inch, and fell on the young man's face with difficulty, but he saw the young man raised his chin in boredom, and said lazily: "Please go over there below the second grade, thank you for your cooperation."

"oh oh."

Sanpin stepped back a few steps stiffly, turned around and rushed towards Fang Wei as if fleeing.