On the top of the three-story wooden board is the beacon fire pyre. At this time, someone is already banging on the flint and fire sickle. Just waiting to light the tinder, the fine wood chips in the beacon fire pyre can be ignited.

Then the beacon can be lit in the blink of an eye!

Zhang Liao raised his head, distinguishing among the noisy sounds, and then fired a shot from bottom to top, directly penetrating the three-layer wooden board! There was a crash, and only the scream of the person who was preparing to light the fire on the top floor was heard.

, was stabbed through the calf, staggered, stood unsteadily, and fell from the top floor...

"Black dog, go up there and clean it up!"

Zhang Liao turned around and saw a bow and arrow standing next to a low couch. He reached out to take it and ran straight downstairs to a pile of beacon firewood in the lee of the cliff.

On the mountain road, a fight has already begun.

Several soldiers stationed at the reserve beacon pyre had discovered something was wrong and intercepted Zhang Liao's soldiers who were trying to climb up.

Although there were only a few soldiers in the lee of the mountain top, because the mountain road was winding and narrow, it could only accommodate two people standing side by side. The fighting surface was so large that Zhang Liao's soldiers were stuck in the mountain road.

, the people behind can’t exert their strength at all.

Although they also used long spears to stab the ankles of the soldiers stationed on the mountain, the other party also used long spears, which gave them the advantage of being condescending. After several back and forth, not only were they unable to attack, but they were stabbed by the other side.

, he couldn't stand firmly and fell down the mountain road. He didn't know whether he would live or die.

The person who stayed on the top of the mountain was eagerly lighting the flint and scythe, sweating profusely. He had just lit a tinder once, but because this place was originally a spare beacon pyre, daily inspections were somewhat lax. In addition, the top of the mountain

Above, when the wind and rain came, the scattered rain and mist somewhat penetrated into the originally dry sawdust and wood strips, so the tinder lit for the first time did not successfully ignite the beacon pyre.

"Kara Kara..." Under the impact and friction of the flint and fire sickle, the sparks splashed out finally ignited the tinder again. The soldier carefully held it in his hand, blew twice gently, making the tinder bright, and then trembled.

He stretched out his hand majestically, ready to put the tinder into the beacon chips and wooden strips...

At this moment, with a "swish" sound, a long arrow cut through the rain and fog, came through the air, and plunged into the soldier's neck!
Chapter completed!