Of Mountains and Rivers

When Chu Huan looked at the sky, he saw the giant statue with spreading wings, which looked so small and insignificant like a hovering sparrow. Looking around, there were countless mountains and steep cliffs.

The flowing water under the cliff is as thin as cotton thread, and the forest that has lost all its leaves in the settlement of the Liyi tribe has grown into a lush foliage in a few moments, and the pavilion is like a cover, blown into shape by the hunting wind. An angry green wave.

Looking down, he saw a mass of black monsters, his eyes couldn't reach the ground, and looking up, he saw a half hectare of cloud sea next to Cangshan Mountain, so he couldn't see the top of the mountain clearly.

The gaze cannot be too big and empty, which makes people suddenly feel a certain fear.

In this unrestricted square inch, the small building and the open space where the mountain guards live seem to have become a small world that has no support in a drop in the ocean.

When Chu Huan saw Nanshan leading everyone to toast with ease, for a moment, he optimistically thought that Brother Bangchui's so-called "war" was just two groups of people getting together to fight in groups, and the mountain gate was turned upside down to be another peach blossom garden... just Maybe there are only a few vicious dogs occasionally in the wilderness.

Until he took a look for himself.

With just one glance, Chu Huan had a different feeling for Nanshan's "come back next year" that he said with a smile.

Do these mountain guards fall directly from the Taohuayuan into this murderous fighting state every time they flip over?

How long are they going to be here?Do you wake up every day to find that the door of your house is blocked by a ferocious monster again?

He didn't know how the young man drank the bowl of wine with a smile, didn't he find it hard to swallow like a stick in his throat?

The "mad dog" Mutai here seems to be taller than the ones he saw before. Chu Huan took a closer look and found that the "mad dog" was riding a kind of... um, a small creature about one meter high on his neck.

Their backs are bent like a circle drawn by a compass. No wonder the gatekeepers use circles to replace them. The whole life is "flat", as if rolled by a rolling pin. This little creature sits on the neck of a "mad dog" with its legs spread apart On the road, because there is a danger of fluttering in the wind when the wind blows, the legs crossed in front of the "mad dog"'s neck are tied into a buckle to prevent it from falling off.

Looking at it from a distance, those "mad dogs" carrying their masters seem to have tied an unseemly scarf around their necks collectively.

I don't know what others think, but with Chu Huan's limited common sense, it is hard for him to imagine that the noodle-like legs can support upright walking.

The flat film seemed to know when the mountain guard would appear, and there was a sharp and hoarse whistle from the crowd of mad dogs, like a drum beating. He raised his head to the sky and howled wildly, so that the mountains and the earth trembled endlessly.

Chu Huan knew that he shouldn't be distracted at this time, but apart from pinching himself, he really didn't know how to react to it.

Up to now, a feeling of "I must be fucking dreaming" arises spontaneously from the bottom of his heart again.

A hand grabbed his arm suddenly, and Nanshan said shortly, "Come here, don't leave my side."

The strength of his hand was surprisingly strong, and Chu Huan was almost staggered by him.

At this time, Xiaofang turned her head and shouted loudly at Nanshan: "Patriarch! How did they get here, where are the gatekeeper brothers at the foot of the mountain?"

Nan Shan took a deep look at him and said meaningfully, "Tell the elder to get ready."

What are you ready for?Chu Huan didn't understand, but Xiaofang did.

Xiaofang is a careless and straight-forward person, and generally doesn't know what his eyesight is. He was originally a little bit [-], but at this time, he understood what Nanshan meant with just a look and a word that didn't make sense. The cow's eyes suddenly turned red, and he widened his eyes, as if he wanted to stare back the little tears, so he showed a bit of a hideous face that was about to tear apart.

After Nanshan finished speaking, he raised the patriarch's scepter high, and the little poisonous snake climbed up along the scepter at some point, with its triangular head standing on top, opened its mouth, and swallowed the flames on the scepter in one gulp.

Its recipe includes flames in addition to bird eggs, and it is actually an omnivorous snake.

The cold flames disappeared out of thin air, revealing the scorched and thick wooden core of the scepter.

Nanshan: "Fire the arrow."

Xiaofang let out a low growl like a trapped animal, and roared loudly: "What are you doing in a daze? Let the arrows go! Let the arrows go!"

While speaking, arrows of all sizes flew towards the bottom of the cliff, most of which were densely packed with small arrows, occasionally mixed with a big arrow like a javelin, weaving a dark cloud that covered the sky and the sun.

In the middle of the journey, all the arrows suddenly violated the laws of physics, paused in the air, and then accelerated suddenly as if they were fueled.

The sharp metal cut through the air and rushed towards the enemy like a bamboo.

It's almost like... there is an invisible accelerator in midair!

The accelerator was effective, countless "mad dogs" and the flat people on their necks were mercilessly pierced or thrown away by the rain of arrows.Three or two "mad dogs" who seemed to be invulnerable to swords and guns rushed up, and could be pierced into candied haws by a big arrow like a javelin, which showed their strength.

Even the thinnest arrow, which can easily break two fingers, can penetrate straight into the rock of the mountain wall, cutting melons and vegetables with unstoppable sharpness, leaving only the exposed tail feathers trembling at high speed.

Chu Huan turned his head abruptly, and clearly felt Nanshan's trembling hand holding him, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his long wet hair stuck to his chiseled chin.

He asked in shock: "This is... the power of blood exchange?"

When Nan Shan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he wanted to say "Do you regret it", but right now, Nan Shan was alone with thousands of bows and arrows on his back, unable to distract himself, so this question was just asked silently in his heart.

Chu Huan didn't wait for him to answer, but just thought for a while, and then said to himself: "Miracle - people with this kind of supernatural power can say that they can be killed if they are killed. Lingtang is too powerful!" Yes, what a man."

Nanshan: "..."

He glanced at Chu Huan helplessly, feeling that his vocabulary was still too small to evaluate.

Nanshan raised his scepter again, evoking yet another wave of overwhelming arrows. They washed the hillside with the sound of bowstrings like cracking silk, and the corpses of the enemy remained on the hillside like large, frozen ripples.

Although it was the first time for Chu Huan to experience a battlefield with cold weapons, he watched with cold eyes. He felt that the location of the Liyi Clan was condescending, with its back against a mountain ridge. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The only problem was that "mad dog" Mutai was too forbidden , with three or five arrows pierced all over his body into a hedgehog, as long as he is not dead, he can still roll up physically and mentally, waving his sharp claws and continuing to charge forward.

Chu Huan did not participate in the battle, and stood obediently beside Nanshan, while calculating when to use those dark "mad dogs" blowing arrows, while observing these weird enemies.

Right now, the arrows of the mountain guards are pressing down regardless of the cost, and the enemy is also walking up with corpses. Therefore, Chu Huan deduced that the "Mad Dog"'s wind arrows have a range.

Nanshan must also understand this, which allowed the tribe to shoot out all the bows and arrows as much as possible in a short period of time, weakening the enemy's combat effectiveness as much as possible.

Once the opponent is close enough, the mountain guard's bow and arrow may be useless, and then he must fight in close combat.

The "mad dog" fighting alone has limited lethality. How can these scarf-like flat people organize them?

Chu Huan touched the dagger that Nanshan gave him at his waist, and sighed again, it would be nice to have a gun.

Originally, the few rifles left by the seniors could still be used. The problems caused by the age were not a problem for Chu Huan. The problem was that the bullets were all broken by the folks of the Liyi tribe.

It is also in the south and near water, the climate is already humid, and some bear children secretly take out bullets to play games when adults are not paying attention, let them go through the water and soil, decades have passed, Gunpowder has long since turned into cumin powder.

Within the shooting range, if you give him a gun, even if it is a folk rifle, Chu Huan dares to say that it will absolutely crush any wind and water arrows.

There is a saying that a big hammer in the sand cannot hit a small ant, and a knife in the sky cannot stop a death squad.

Despite the fierce firepower of the mountain guards and the blessing of unknown cyclones, they still cannot stop the "mad dogs" who are not afraid of death all over the mountains and plains.They fell down in one piece, and got up again howling, and the number of people who got up was greatly reduced. After a while, only [-] to [-]% of the "mad dogs" were left alive.

And at this time, as Chu Huan expected, the enemy was too close, and the mountain guard entered the range of the "mad dog" wind arrow.

I saw a flat-film man suddenly took out a weird horn and blew it with a "woo-woo".

All the mad dogs stopped at the same time and opened their big black mouths together.

Nanshan should have known this well, and had been prepared for it. He grabbed Chu Huan and hid behind a rock: "Everyone from the heights come down!"

The people of the tribe skillfully searched for cover, and scattered to avoid it. Then, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted, and the thin clouds on the mountainside were stirred into a huge vortex. Destroyed.

The so-called "wind arrow" collided with stones, armor, and cold iron weapons, and there was a sudden "ping-pong" sound, or some people who were hiding slowly were cut through the skin, and there would be a bloody gash on the treats, which was dangerous. All the blood that came out was ominously black.

Chu Huan actually couldn't understand what kind of poisonous method "poison in the wind" is. Wouldn't it cause respiratory infections?But he did feel the powerful air current passing by him from time to time.

At this point, the advantage of long-range attack has become a disadvantage, and only a fool would try to re-set the crossbow.

Nanshan ordered decisively: "Kill, kill first..."

Chu Huan had never heard of the last word in his words, but it didn't prevent him from understanding that Nanshan was referring to the flat man riding on the neck of a mad dog.

"Mad Dog" moved extremely fast, and without arrows to suppress it, it climbed up in an instant.

Da Shan, a dazed young man, rushed up to the roof without hesitation at this time, flew up to pick up an iron crossbow, and shouted: "Kill them all! Kill them all! Revenge! Revenge!"

This taciturn young man was endowed with extraordinary talent and astonishing strength. He was able to carry a huge crossbow weighing more than a hundred catties by himself. Thick arrows like javelins swept out, smashing the front of the flat who was about to blow the horn for the second time. The filmmaker shot straight through and flew out, hitting three or four "mad dogs" one after another.

At the same time, another flat-panel man had come close, picked up the horn and picked up the staccato without a pause. The Mutai group once again issued a hurricane that saw blood sealing their throats, and the mountain almost became a living target.

The whole roof under the young man's feet was lifted off, and he staggered and fell off the roof, and there were a few blood holes on his body.

The mallet and Er Tijiao, one on each side, rushed forward at the same time, holding the invisible weapon, and dragged him behind the big white stone desperately.

Chu Huan leaned half sideways, leaning against a wall, without moving, his fingers slowly and steadily stroking the cold handle of the dagger, as if he was not in the middle of a bloody siege, but just sitting around in the afternoon.

Chu Huan noticed that there is a horn around the waist of each flat film person. They don't need to communicate with each other. They seem to follow a certain order of convention. When one dies, the next one will pick up immediately.

Since it is an unknown creature, it is not ruled out that the flat film people use infrasound or ultrasound that cannot be caught by the human ear when communicating, but on-the-spot communication may not be so fast and efficient, so Chu Huan speculates that the arrangement of the flat film people must have some order.

The second flat film person who played the trumpet was shot dead by a throwing knife thrown by Chunchun who suddenly appeared. She disappeared in a flash, and she turned out to be a good assassin.

The third horn sounded continuously, almost without interruption.

The closer the distance, the greater the lethality of the mass wind arrows. Nanshan suddenly moved Chu Huan to the side - where he was standing just now, a hole the size of a watermelon was cut out by the wind arrows.

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling the long-lost adrenaline rush.

But generally the more urgent the situation is, the more indifferent he looks on his face, but Nanshan doesn't understand his perverted habit.

Seeing him raising his hand to take off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Nan Shan didn't know what to say about him as he unhurriedly folded the legs of the glasses and put them in his pocket.

He admitted that Chu Huan sometimes acted like a "fierce mammoth", but he did not expect his reaction speed to be as slow as that of a real mammoth.

Nanshan came from a special background. Although his blood relationship gave him unparalleled strength, it also gave him an innate burden. Although the elders made him inherit the scepter of the patriarch against all odds, his fatherless boyhood It is still full of suspicion. Nanshan has never mentioned these things to others, and others have no way of knowing how he was accepted by the clan and established a stable position in the clan until now.

As the patriarch, he must be fair and selfless. He has developed the habit of treating things outside of himself as dung early on, and he has never had the concept of so-called "treasures".

Therefore, in this short moment, he couldn't comprehend his almost anxious heart of gain and loss.

Nanshan was used to dealing with these neighbors, and he knew where the wind and arrows were heading when he heard the wind. He could have easily dodged, but he saw Chu Huan's feet standing there unconsciously as if they had taken root, and the sharp wind arrows The momentum has arrived, and the killing intent almost brushes his hair...

Nanshan's mind suddenly went blank, and he rushed over and hugged Chu Huan.

He tried his best to protect Chu Huan with his arms, and used his back to face the blowing wind blade. The sharp point of the wind arrow had almost touched his back. Nan Shan clenched his hands, knowing in his heart that the arrow might To pierce through his armor, he was ready to resist with his flesh and blood.

But at this moment, Chu Huan's short knife suddenly dropped from his hand, and the handle of the knife hit a stone on one side in a short time. The armor at the back of his heart was swept aside, and there was a thin and long friction sound. Without hesitation, he turned around and grabbed the handle of the short knife, dragging Chu Huan sideways to behind a small building.

He met Chu Huan's gaze.

Chu Huan's gaze seemed to be a little complicated and a little weird, all of which passed by in a flash, and finally there was only a piece of softness left. He said, "What are you doing?"

Nanshan was a little embarrassed for some unknown reason, so he returned the short knife with an excuse, and abruptly changed the subject: "Your throwing the knife is very accurate, no worse than Miss Chunchun."

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows on one side: "Young man, I can live to this day not by sucking blood and taking drugs."