The northwest of the courtyard is beacon tower.

Several agile figures, under the cover of the night, quietly approached the beacon tower like ghosts, stood close to the rock arm of the beacon tower, raised the crossbow in their hands, and did not move. The other figure took out a flying claw, danced twice in his hand, flew out "swoosh" and went straight to the female wall of the beacon tower, with a "click" sound, tightly hooking the rock wall.

"Who?" The soldiers on duty on the stage raised their heads vigilantly, looked out, and did not forget to use the shield in their hands to protect their vital points.

"General, the civilian woman is anxious, I'll borrow your place to help you." A nervous but delicate voice came from not far away. Then, a figure stood up, holding one hand at his waist, and timidly raising the other hand.

The soldiers on the stage stretched the torch as far as possible, squinted their eyes, looked carefully, and saw a woman in a ragged cloth clothes. They couldn't help but curse: "Unfortunate! Why are you here to get out of here? Don't get close to you, get out of here!"

"There are so many people on the road, I feel so embarrassed to see." The woman was a little nervous and stammered: "The civilian woman untied her hands and left."

"Get out! If you don't leave, I will shoot you to death!" The soldiers on the stage shouted in a low voice, accompanied by a vague and strange smile. "Li San'er, you are so capable, you will shoot to death at any time. If you have the ability, go down and shoot to see."

"Get out of your mother!" The fierce soldier Li Saner was a little embarrassed. "Mr. Linghu told me that Wu Ling approached the beacon tower and would kill him. If something happened, who would be responsible?"

"Don't use chicken feathers as a command arrow. What can happen to a woman who can't help her? Is it so weak that she can't walk?" A thick voice shouted: "Shut up, if you don't sleep, others will still sleep." He leaned out and shouted: "After you untied your hands, get out quickly, otherwise don't leave, come in and have a nap with me."

"Go now, go now." The woman in the distance became even more nervous, accompanied by a drizzle. The stage was silent for a moment, and after a while, someone sighed. "Oh, I don't know when this battle will end. I miss my aunt at home."

"I miss your aunt, too."

"Go to your mother!"

The soldiers on the stage fought for a few words, but no sound was heard again. The black shadow below stayed for a while, pulled the rope and started climbing. After a while, he got on the stage, quietly climbed over the female wall, and made a gesture down. Another figure climbed up. Just as he was about to turn over, his feet slipped and his body hit the wall, and he almost fell down. Fortunately, the person who went up first was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed her.

The soil fell down, and fell on the face of the person who was about to climb under the stage, but the man closed his mouth and did not show any movement. When he made a gesture from the stage, he grabbed the rope and quickly moved up. He went upstairs and immediately squatted in the shadow under the corner of the wall, took off the bow on his back, took the arrow, and aimed at the door. The two of them bent in their bodies and stood on both sides of the door. Footsteps sounded, and a soldier came over with a torch and raised his head. Before he could see clearly, the bowstring sounded and the feather arrow shot out quickly, hitting his throat. The soldier turned over and fell down. One of the two guarded behind the door stepped forward, one of them caught him, and the other reached out to catch the falling torch. The three of them cooperated tacitly, as if they were one.

"Li Saner, Li Saner, where have you been? You don't want to go down and have fun?" Footsteps sounded, and another soldier came out with a torch. Before he could stand firm, the two figures behind him rushed over. One covered his mouth and cut his neck with a short knife. The other reached out and pressed the long knife around his waist, and hugged his waist at the same time.

The soldier opened his eyes wide in horror, made a "whimper" sound, struggling hard, but he couldn't move, and stopped moving after a while. Someone inside heard the sound and asked a few questions. A man outside responded vaguely, "It's okay, I'll pee." After cursing for a few words, there was no movement.

Taking advantage of this skill, two more figures climbed over the wall and broke in quickly. Two went straight to the place where fireworks were set off, two went straight to the main gate below, and the other raised their bows to cover their companions. The footsteps alarmed more people. The soldiers in Taichung sat up in shock and asked loudly, but ignored them. The soldiers on duty realized that something was wrong and rushed over and were about to speak. When the feather arrow flew to the point, they hit the point and turned over and fell to the ground.

The stage was in chaos in an instant, with more than a dozen figures scrambling together, shouting, drawing swords, and roars one after another. The soldiers who were supposed to be on duty but were sleeping outside were awakened one after another, and two were killed one after another. Someone rushed to the front of the golden drum and planned to call the police, but was intercepted by the intruders first. The sword light flashed twice and was knocked down. A soldier rushed to the drum and grabbed the drum and was about to beat the war drum. A feather arrow flew up and shot him to the ground.

The door of the beacon tower was opened, and people waiting outside the door flocked in, quickly subduing the surviving soldiers in Taichung.

The torch lit up, illuminating more than a dozen black faces, like ghosts. The surviving soldiers of Bingzhou were clearly seen, their legs were weak, and one of them was urinating directly, and the smell was overflowing.

"Report the number!" a voice shouted in a low voice.

"one!"

"two!"

A series of sounds rang out until the end of the fifteenth century. After a moment, a crying voice sounded. "She Chang, Xiaoman, Qingluan, and Xiaolan died."

Shi Chang turned his head and glanced at it, shouted: "Why are you crying? Don't be a Yulin Guard if you are afraid of death. Send a signal to inform the Third General." After that, he turned his head, raised his arms, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

"Here."

Sanguquan.

Linghu Qiu was awakened by a noise. After listening, he heard a few angry screams and cries mixed with aggrieved cry, and there was a vague voice of a woman. He couldn't help but curse, turned over, pulled out the sword from his waist, and strode out.

The transportation task was tense these two days, and many civilians stayed in Yangchanban. Sanguquan was convenient for water collection, which was a place where civilians gathered. Shouquan's soldiers were used to being rampant in daily life, and they would not take these civilians from Hanoi seriously. Extortion of money, teasing women, and beatings were common. Although Linghu Shao repeatedly urged and refused to bully civilians to avoid causing civil unrest, he still couldn't control himself. He always had to cause trouble every now and then. Linghu Qiu was used to it.

When he left the door, Linghu Qiu was also shocked. The vast crowd was covered with people, and the angry screams came to his face, which made him wake up suddenly. He looked around, especially on the mountain road to the south, and saw people coming and saw people coming. He couldn't help but be furious, raised his sword and rushed towards a woman who was wearing a short shirt and shouting the loudest.

"I dare to make trouble, I will kill you!"

"Kill people, kill people, Bingzhou people kill people in Hanoi." The woman screamed, but did not retreat. Linghu Qiu felt strange, but she didn't have time to think too much, and then slashed the knife. The woman waved her arm and slapped Linghu Qiu's arm, and took advantage of the situation and slapped her arm at Linghu Qiu's neck. Linghu Qiu was caught off guard and had no time to react. She turned black in front of her eyes and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Linghu Qiu's personal guards were startled and rushed forward with their swords, but were stopped by the angry civil servants. In a blink of an eye, Linghu Qiu disappeared. The civil servants surrounded the personal guards and rushed to their posts like a tide. The soldiers guarding Sanguquan were shocked and called the police to the courtyard gate while resisting.

For a moment, the alarm sounded loudly, and almost all the posts were awakened, and the drums of inquiries were heard one after another.

When Linghu Shao received the news, he hurriedly rushed to the city tower, watching the swaying fire and the crowded voices of Sanguquan, and then looked at the shaking Yangchanban with figures, his brows frowned. The night was deep, and he could not see clearly what happened below. He only knew that something happened to Sanguquan, but he could not determine what happened. He also knew that Linghu Qiu was not strict in governing his subordinates, and he aroused the civilians' resistance many times. He was not sure if this was the case this time.

He thought of the situation in the direction of Jueshan. Since there were Wu army's fine work in the direction of Jueshan, it was normal for Wu army to do things in detail in Yangcaoban. Linghu Qiu had fifty people, so it should not be a problem to deal with a few fine work. Even if they could not be repelled, they would be able to defend the outpost and make a decision after dawn. When they came out of seclusion at night, the situation was unclear. If they were assassinated by seclusion in the civil servants, the Taijing Pass would be in danger.

Linghu Shao ordered people to beat the drum and asked Linghu Shao to guard the outpost, not to act rashly, and to make a decision after dawn. However, the response of Sanguquan Outpost surprised Linghu Shao: Linghu Shao was caught by the Minji, and the outpost was surrounded by angry civilians and could be lost at any time. More civilians were gathering. If not dealt with in time, it would likely lead to civilian rebellion.

Linghu Shao did not dare to be negligent. While ordering all posts to guard Yangchanban to prevent more people from gathering, he led a hundred people out of the pass, rushed to Sanguquan to calm the incident and rescued Linghu Qiu. He left the pass, and the fully armed guards opened the way, pushed away the blocking Minjian, and even raised his sword to kill people, advanced all the way towards Sanguquan. As soon as he walked more than a dozen steps, someone suddenly called his name on the side of the road.

"Linghu Shao!"

Linghu Shao was shocked. No one dared to call him the name directly, whether it was the soldiers in Guanzhong or the civilians outside the Guanzhong period. This man not only called him by his name, but his voice was not right, it looked sharp and his position was a bit high, not like a crowd, but rather like he was on the top of his head.

Linghu Shao subconsciously looked up and saw that ten steps away, a black shadow stood with a bow on a tree facing the waning moon. Linghu Shao was shocked and shouted: "There is an assassin."
Chapter completed!