In a while, a big hand suddenly poked out from beside him, holding the arrow shaft with a swollen hand!

The triangular arrows were only three inches away from General Yan’s neck, and the dark and black ones were bright.

"It's Morigen!"

Chang Sihao abandoned the arrow and jumped down to the head of the city. His toes hit the ground and rushed out. He had already gone out for more than ten feet and chased northwards!

The night street is empty and deserted, and there is no figure in it.

After taking action, you must immediately move your position even if you do not expose your target. This is common sense for assassinators.

Mo Rigenguo is worthy of being a master. He chased him so quickly that he couldn't touch his side! Chang Sihao quickly observed around him, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of mutton in the air, and was delighted.

The Tartars eat beef and mutton every day, and their bodies are smelly and smelly. Mo Rigen still leaves a flaw after all.

Chang Sihao followed the smell and chased northward. After passing through two streets and alleys, the smell suddenly disappeared. He jumped onto the wall, swept around, and observed the houses and corners of the walls, but found nothing.

Chen Sheng raised the torch and chased after him: "Xiaohao! How about it?"

Chang Sihao jumped down and said, "I didn't even touch the shadow."

Chen Shengyi was a little surprised: "This person is just a Tartar. Is his light skills higher than you and me?"

Chang Sihao was also confused and wrinkled his nose, and said strangely: "Why doesn't this mutton smell dissipate?" After careful smelling it, the smell seemed to come from the wall.

Chen Sheng shone the torch in one fell swoop, and saw a faint wet line on the wall.

Chang Sihao went over and wiped some with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it out, saying, "It's butter!"

Chen Sheng's eyes flashed: "It seems that before he launched a sneak attack, he had already left traces on this street to attract us to chase us. This time he was deceived!"

Chang Sihao smiled: "What a weird guy! It seems that his shadowless nickname is not in vain. His light skills may not be as good as us, but his mind is not in vain!"

At this time, a group of soldiers chased after him. Chen Shengyi ordered everyone to search for a small team along the street, and told the enemy to be powerful and not to leave the order. The troops disperse. Chang Sihao said: "Brother Chen, the old man has not recovered yet. Go back and guard him and protect General Yan by the way. Leave this shadowless guy to me!" Chen Shengyi replied: "Okay!"

Chang Sihao flew on the wall and leaped between the roof, searching for suspicious movements. When he was walking, he suddenly saw a rocket rising up and down from the south towards Shanhua Temple. With a sharp whistle, the sky exploded and green fireworks burst out, vaguely in the shape of a moth, the same as the figure found on the Tartar Armored Collar found in Huayan Temple. He moved according to the corresponding position when the fireworks were fired, and rushed south quickly. When he arrived at the scene, he saw that there was a dark alley, and there was no one in his figure.

Four arrows were inserted in the alley, a Ming army bow was thrown next to it, and there was a stone tied with thin lines and a small section of burning arrow shaft on the ground, which smelled pungent.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual around him, Chang Sihao jumped down into the alley and picked up the bow. There were four triangular pits at the handle of the bow. He compared the four pits and paired them to the point of the arrow that was inserted upside down. He immediately understood that the signal rocket was not launched manually by Mo Rigen, but he made a delay device here, using four arrows to support the bow body, the stone pressed the string, and the bottom side was pressed with a small piece of arrow rod that was ignited after oil. When the shaft burned through, the stone tilted and the bow string stretched out, the rocket shot out. But how did the rocket ignite? His eyes fell on the thin rope tied to the stone, picked it up and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and there was a smell of gunpowder. He thought that it turned out that way, this rocket was just a variant of fireworks. There was a kind of "pull cannon" in the fireworks, which was to throw it out and detonate.

Chang Sihao looked up at the surroundings and the sky, and chuckled loudly, thinking that Mo Rigen could make such a clever design using the simplest thing, and there were indeed some tricks.

Suddenly, a shocking shout of killing came from the west direction of the city. Chang Sihao listened intently. It should be Altan's troops who launched an offensive. He knew that the rocket just now must have been a signal from Morigen to the outside of the city. The blow-off of the gunpowder depot had caused considerable losses to the Ming army. He sent a letter to induce Altan to launch a night attack. On the one hand, it could reduce the pressure on the defenders to round him up, and at the same time, it could also take advantage of the chaos to carry out other sabotage activities. Just the generals were wary of assassination and sneak attacks behind him when commanding the battle, which was enough to make people feel very troublesome.

Time is tight, Chang Sihao thought that Mo Rigen is elusive and is easier to hide in the dark. It is not easy to find him. It is better to go back to fight the enemy first. Maybe Mo Rigen will plot against him. As long as he shows up, he will have a chance to seize him!

"Down! Down! Hahahaha--"

The fires surged into the sky on the top of the city and the smoke rolled. As we were far away, we heard Qin Juexiang's laughter, which was refreshing and crazy, making people shudder.

Under his command, the soldiers and militia poured buckets of oil into a large pot and threw them into a torch. The Tartars who were killed by the corpses left during the day attack were burned down as soon as they launched a charge. No matter how brave the people were, they could do nothing in front of the fire. Qin Juexiang saw Chang Sihao coming to the city, laughed and said, "Brother, your idea is great. Unfortunately, only two trucks of oil are only available. If there are more, keep all these dogs and Tartars into meat skewers!"

Chang Sihao looked down at the mercedes, and the enemies were covered in fire, screaming and rolling down from the pile of corpses. The tragic situation was heart-wrenching. Looking up at the distance, in the dark night, the golden flag and the red cap were vaguely visible in the sea of ​​stars formed by torches.

Altan's white beard floated and sat down on his horse. He looked at the burning volcano on the side of the city gate. His face remained cold and his fingers gently twisted the reins.

The eldest prince Huang Taiji said: "Father, change the route from the south or the north to attack!"

Altan seemed to have not heard of his words, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me the order, increase my troops and dig up the ground, cover the fire!"

The order was followed, and the Tartar engineers rushed up and dug up river mud by the moat. The city was full of bows and crossbows, and countless wounds were shot. Altan transferred three thousand archers to shoot against him. The arrows were weaving and the wind and rain were not clear.

Qin Juexiang hid behind the squadron and observed the enemy's movements. The Tartar engineers had cover and threw their lives and increased their strength. Soon, the fire at the bottom of the pile of corpses had been destroyed by sludge, and dry soil was piled up on it, stretching solidly, constantly extending upwards, as if a ramp leading to the city.

Chang Sihao shouted: "How much oil is left!"

A sergeant responded: "Two barrels!"

Chang Sihao said, "Don't fall down, give it to me!" The two soldiers used shields to cover the arrows. The other two soldiers bowed their waists and pushed the two large wooden barrels over. Chang Sihao opened the barrel's eyes and put some oil out. He pulled off a piece of corpse's sleeves on the ground and soaked it with oil. He stuffed half of the barrel's eyes and hung half outwards. He inserted his hands down and clenched the edge of the waist and called out force. Wu Diu held the big barrel onto the mercy, held it with one hand and shouted: "Get the torch!"

Qin Juexiang smirked and lit the sleeve. The yellow and blue flame spread immediately. Chang Sihao pushed it gently in his hand. The big wooden barrel fell down the city like a fireball, rolling down the fire slope, and the flowers exploded in the Tartars. Oil stars and fires ran around, and dozens of people were all covered in their bodies. Qin Juexiang seemed to be happy to watch the fireworks during the Chinese New Year. He lit the other barrel and put it down. Another sound broke out, and a small sun seemed to lit up the edge of the city.

Qin Juexiang looked at the enemy soldier who was burned to death and laughed: "Brother, how fucking fun is this thing about burning the Tartars!"
Chapter completed!