I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

I dragged Shen Shiwei to the blind corner of the girl's sight, and now thousands of words are merged into one sentence.

"Fuck!" I said, "What's going on?!"

Shen Zhiwei said: "It's hard to guess what's going on, but Yingchang is in danger."

I was taken aback: "How to say?"

He sneered: "Based on the Ying Changfeng you know, if he is still in charge, he will greet us with an iron cannon?"

The white sweat that had disappeared just now had a new layer, I left Shen Shiwei and went to find Ying Xiaolu.

Ying Xiaolu was still trembling, but I didn't care to comfort her: "Xiaolu, is there another way to get into the silver bridle?"

Ying Xiaolu understood for a while, then slowly rolled her eyes, and answered this question, which should have been the simplest for her: "The wharf of the Qingjin River..."

doesn't work.

Not to mention that we have no boats, even the drawbridge has been guarded, and Qingjin Wharf is full of barracks, which will only be more strictly guarded.

I said anxiously, "Is there anything else?"

The corners of Ying Xiaolu's mouth trembled, as if she could not help crying, but also as if she was about to burst out laughing in the next second: "Back then, the Zhengao people couldn't capture the Silver Bridle Village! How could there be another way?"

When I first came to Yinbridle, I didn't know anything, but I could tell that the moats and cliffs in this place were the nails on the Liezong River, and I don't know how many besiegers died.It's just that I never thought that one day I would be one of the people who worry about death.

There was a loud "bang" on the other side of the mountain wall, like a river god turning over in the river.

General Lao Cao wiped the blood and sweat from his face and came to report: The Qingshiping where we were standing just now has collapsed halfway into the river.A dozen of our horses were lost, and seven or eight people were killed or injured. If Mr. Shen hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, I don't know how many brothers would have been ruined.

The people I brought this time are my old friends, most of whom I can name.Life and death are unpredictable on the battlefield, but being killed by allies is too fucked up.Angry and hurt, I kicked the mountain and knocked down a piece of sandstone half a person high.

Lao Cao hesitated to speak, I couldn't bear to ask him who the dead were, and turned to find Ying Xiaolu again.

Shen Zhiwei was sitting beside Ying Xiaolu, drew a picture on the ground with dead branches, and encouraged him: "Even if there is no other entrance, is there any place to cross the river?"

Ying Xiaolu hugged her shoulders: "It's gone, it's really gone, I haven't heard of it since I was a child... Even if I cross the river, how can I climb the cliff?"

I knelt down to look at the topographical map drawn by Shen Shiwei.

This person is as meticulous as a hair, and even drew a few passes we passed.

I said, "How about another way? Can we cross the river with a rope bridge?" While snatching the dead branch from Shen Shiwei's hand, I crossed a river channel where the two banks were almost stuck together: "How about If the drawing is wrong, isn’t this kind of place okay? Where is this?”

Ying Xiaolu and Shen Zhiwei turned to me together.

Ying Xiaolu's eyes were a little incredulous.

Shen Shiwei looked impatient.

"Senior Brother Qin." He said, "This is Lie Mane Yang Chen!"

The strong mane raised the dust.

As soon as I mentioned these four words, my ear drums buzzed, and a chill ran up my tailbone. Even if my brain forgets some things, my flesh and blood will still remember them for you.

But when I stood in front of Lie Zong Yangchen, it was still different from what I remembered.

Lie Zongjiang became more powerful.

The last time I came there was a dry winter, but now it has received the support of water from all directions, and it has more than doubled in size.

Lie Zong has now turned into an evil dragon.

We could still go down to the shore in winter, but now the river is whipping the rock wall violently, the plank road has long been torn into pieces, and only a few debris are left hanging between the rocks.

The river water is no longer like water, but steel with a dark yellow color, which is harder than rocks.Even the four large characters of "Strong Mane Flying Dust" deep in the stone have been stripped of their bright red color.

River water is not like steel either.

Steel is a dead thing, where does such a rage come from?

This giant dragon is not going to run into the sea, but to express the grievances of thousands of years, to avenge the skin and cramps, and to die with everything it bumps into.

The wind is still blowing.

But no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't disperse the spray of water splashing like scales of dragon's blood.We stood on the cliff, and in a short while we were beaten and drenched.

Shen Zhiwei said several words to me, but they were all broken up by the sound of water. I didn't hear clearly until he pressed against my ear: "Senior Brother Qin, is he still whimsical?"

I looked at the looming mountain trees on the other side, and asked, "Do you have other ideas?"

Just now I called the soldiers to try to shoot a few arrows with the tiger claw crossbow, and the throat-like canyon that was strangled was really broken by a bow.

But no one can see what the tiger claw arrow hits on the other side.Some soldiers volunteered to climb ropes to cross the river, but they all retreated after climbing five meters at most.

Some people just climbed a few steps, and the tiger claw arrow on the other side suddenly collapsed. Fortunately, he tied a rope around his waist, but he slapped his nosebleed on the rock wall.

There was another person who was crawling, but suddenly hugged the rope tightly and did not move, and the crowd dragged him back like a dead pig with great difficulty.This is a desperado who charged like a rain of locust arrows on the battlefield, but now his crotch is wet.

I knelt down and took the rope that was connected to the opposite bank in my hand.Agitated by the wind and waves, the rope scrambled in my hand like a live snake.

I scolded my mother and started to untie the leather armor on my body.

Shen Shiwei pressed my hand: "What are you doing?"

I said: "Do you still remember that we are the descendants of Liuxumen? The only one who can overcome this ghost place is our Huahuigong."

It's no wonder that the soldiers couldn't climb over. They were afraid that they couldn't even hold on to the rope.

No one can compete with this mighty power of heaven and earth, only by turning back the energy can turn all the power around and have the capital to take risks.

He shouted in a low voice: "Nonsense, you are not allowed to go!"

I said: "Be reasonable, you and I are the only ones who will turn back. You are still limping, and you are a landlubber. If I don't go, why don't you go?"

He was choked and said bitterly: "You have seen the water. Even if you are a little watery, whoever falls will never come back alive!"

I said: "That's hard to say, it's better than your weight."

He still didn't let go, I shook it twice, but I couldn't shake it, I said helplessly: "Otherwise, what should I do? Go home? Let's not talk about whether Ying Changfeng is still waiting for help on the opposite side. Do you remember what we are for?" Are you here? We're here to gamble! It's my turn."

He still grabbed my hand tightly.I was too lazy to bother him, and shouted loudly: "Bring the Tiger Claw Crossbow again!"

The soldiers sent a tiger-claw crossbow with a taut tendon, but before I could pick it up, Shen Zhiwei snatched it away.

I said, "Hey? You still did it today, right?"

But he saw him throw the tiger claw crossbow viciously, and shouted angrily: "Change to a stronger bow!!!"

In Zheshou Brigade, there is a side general who is good at archery. He used to be from the Jianghu, and he has a hard bow known as Jiaojin.This bow is his teacher's token. No one has ever figured out how strong the bow is. When he was drunk, he would often slap the bow on the table and clamor for giving it to anyone who can use it for free.I once tried it in a fit of anger, and with my physical strength, I could barely draw the bow tremblingly, but don't try to aim and shoot the arrow, just laughed with him, and it was considered a tie.

This was the first time that the Jiaojin bow was held in the hands of someone other than the master, but it was not a joke.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Shen Shiwei.

The turbid waves beat the cliff.

Shen Zhiwei held a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand. He took a breath of misty mountain wind and opened his arms suddenly.

The posture of his bow is as motionless as a mountain.

The bowstring receded inch by inch in his hand, and every inch was indisputable, until the bow rattled slightly like clenched teeth, and he had to squeeze another ounce of bow power.

Suddenly there was a hum!

This sound was as clear as the sound of a piano, piercing through the howling water roar.

The tiger claw arrow flew towards the opposite bank with the rope.

The water mist that could not be blown away by the strong wind seemed to be sliced ​​into two pieces by the arrow.