The Nameless of the Common Clans

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Zang Hong's forehead, and he turned to look at Zhang Chao, who also had a cold sweat on his face. Just now, they were shot by two wooden arrows, but the wooden arrows didn't have much power and were just caught in the leather armor. There was a gap, but even so, Zang Hong and Zhang Chao, who were already quite strategizing and chatting and laughing, were startled.

"Zi... Ziyuan! Are you okay?" Zhang Chao looked at the wooden arrow in his hand blankly, turned to look at Zang Ba, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Wooden arrows?" Zang Hong's emotions stabilized faster than Zhang Chao's. He shook his head and was immediately attracted by the wooden arrows in his hand. The cloth strips tied to the wooden arrows were dirty and easy to ignore, but at the moment he was holding them There will be an obvious disharmonious feeling in the hand. After all, the wooden arrow itself cannot go very far, and tying a cloth strip on it seems to have no other use except reducing the power of the wooden arrow.

And it’s interesting to see that there is something similar on the wooden arrow in Zhang Chao’s hand. The cloth strip is specially tied on it.

After the two of them stepped back in tacit understanding, Zang Hong took off the cloth and opened it. Looking at the clearly written blood letter on the cloth, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhang Chao.

It was also a blood letter. Zhang Chao frowned and read the blood letter. He looked at Zang Hong with some confusion and said, "What does this mean?"

There was basically no useful information, mostly describing the opponent's current situation. As for the Taiping Religion's intelligence, not a single bit was revealed. In order to shoot this in, he rushed to the front of the battlefield. Most importantly, he almost scared the two of them. Death, what is the purpose?

"Please help!" Zang Hong came to a different conclusion after reading the blood book.

For Qu Yang, this blood letter indeed has no meaning or value, but for the other party, it may be a way to survive.

"Help?" Zhang Chao asked in confusion.

"Based on what is said in this book, the other party should be a member of a certain tribe." Zang Hong looked at the cloth and thought for a while before explaining: "Literacy, the word is written well, it is not an ordinary white body, let alone an ordinary white body. Even some scribes may not be able to write this book, but their background is not too high, and Xia Qiu's family seems to have no prominent family. Although they are in the Taiping Sect, they are because the other party destroyed the village. I was forced to come here under the auspices of the Taiping thieves, but I was unwilling to be driven by them, so I wanted to use this book to communicate with the city. Of course, I only speculated based on what was written in the book. If the Taiping thieves were using cunning tactics, I would say something else."

"Zhang County!" The county lieutenant walked over quickly and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Why are the county lieutenants here? But the thieves are strong?" Zhang Chao frowned and asked?

"That's not the case." The county lieutenant shook his head, took out a few wooden arrows from his arms and said, "Just now, a few guards under Xiaguan's command sent this, and it was shot with wooden arrows. No one was hurt. But the opponent’s archery is quite accurate.”

"Thank you." Zang Hong took the wooden arrow, took off the blood book on it and looked at it. He smiled at the county captain and said, "Continue to defend the city."

"Here!" The county lieutenant bowed to accept the order, turned and left.

Zhang Chao shook his head and said: "Looking at the posture of these thieves, I'm afraid they can't come up with such a sophisticated strategy. What do you think?"

"As he said, set up a few wooden stakes." Zang Hong looked at the blood book carefully and said with a smile.

"I see this word..." Zhang Chao looked at the blood book, shook his head and said, "I don't know how old the other person is, but the word is neat, but he looks like a ten-year-old child. Do you want to save him?"

"I'll save myself if I can." Zang Hong nodded, then picked up a wooden arrow and said, "But I'm afraid that next time if the wooden arrow has a little more strength, I'll save myself!"

The moment the wooden arrow hit his body, Zang Hong felt that his whole heart was about to jump out. He didn't want to try such an exciting experience a few more times. If he didn't get the strength right, he would just give himself a heart-piercing blow. Yes, there is really no reason for that.

"My handwriting is not good, but my archery skills are pretty good." Zhang Chao nodded in agreement. The experience just now was really scary.

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As time goes by, the war in Quyang will not stop with Chen Mo's arrow book. Wooden ladders are put up on the city wall, and then quickly pushed back with long swords, like strings on wheat stalks. A grasshopper falls down like a grasshopper. The three-foot-high city wall is not very high, but not many people can get back up after falling from such a height.

After Chen Mo finished shooting the arrow book, he wormed his way through the crowd. Taking advantage of his small size, he hid in various directions. He seemed to be rushing forward, but after charging a few times, Chen Mo retreated to the rear. This war had taught him nothing else. , but how to use his body size to survive on the battlefield, Chen Mo figured out the trick. He ran around the city wall in a daze without reaching the bottom of the city wall, until the sun set in the west, and a gong sounded from behind, announcing this. At the end of the first siege, tens of thousands of people retreated after leaving thousands of corpses behind.

Although there are no decent achievements, at least they touched the city wall today, and a few people climbed to the top of the city wall, but they did not come back.

"Mom, are you injured!?" Returning to the temporary tent, he saw Aunt Cai boiling water, washing the cloth with hot water and bandaging his mother. Chen Mo's expression changed and he quickly stepped forward and asked .

"I was whipped by that Taiping Cult man!" Dalang said through gritted teeth.

Chen Mo's expression suddenly darkened: "Do you know which one it is?"

"Mo'er, don't be impulsive!" Mother Chen stretched out her hand and gave Chen Mo a hand. She knew that her son, who seemed so well-behaved, was really ruthless and would never be merciless in killing someone.

"Don't worry, mother, I am sensible. I just know who it is. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely avenge this whip!" Chen Mo nodded.

Don't talk to him about military rules, he doesn't understand, and he didn't join the army voluntarily. At this time, his mother is the reverse scale, whoever touches it will die!

"It's the leader of the Taiping Army assigned to our side, I don't know his name." Dalang said.

"It's him?" Chen Mo had some impression. Today, the Taiping Army dispersed its people to various departments, and the man on their side was a man like an iron tower.

"Let's not talk about this, Mo'er, has the letter been sent to the city today?" Chen's mother changed the subject.

"It was sent, but it's hard to say whether they saw it. Let's see if they set up a wooden stake tomorrow." Chen Mo looked at the whip marks on his mother's arm with some distress, and secretly made up his mind that if he had a chance tomorrow, he would shoot the Taiping Sect member with a hidden arrow.

"If a wooden stake is set up, what will my son do?" Chen's mother asked with a smile.

"Then arrange a place with them and ask them to send the reply down. I need to know what to do now to quell these Taiping Cult members as soon as possible!" Chen Mo thought. It's easy to send the letter, but how should the other party reply? You can't just carry a wooden stake on your back and run to the battlefield to be shot, right?

"My son's method is good. The Taiping Cult has loose management, so it's not difficult to reply. You can arrange a time with them, go and wait at midnight, and let them shoot the reply with fire arrows." Chen's mother smiled.

Chen Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately said to Dalang and Ah Dai: "Help me make wooden arrows, I'll go write a letter!"

"Okay!"