Page (1/3)

"Don't worry, sir." Yue Dapeng pointed his thumb towards the east of the city.

"The deaf man is collapsing every three days. The whole city is tired of hearing about it. How scary was that sound yesterday? The locals didn't even raise their eyelids. They just thought that the lunatic had gone crazy again. When we blended in, the most they could say was, 'The deaf man collapsed again,' and they never thought it was us."

Chen Zui nodded slightly.

“万一崩不开呢？”

"Then there's nothing else to say." Yue Dapeng put his hand on the handle of the knife, "Fight hard."

Chen Zui looked at him.

"When will we start?"

“不等天黑。”岳大鹏站起身，

"While they still think we are turtles in a urn, hit them off guard."

...

The three brothers who replaced Chen Zui each tucked Chen Zui's clothes into their arms, staggered the time, and walked out of the yard.

守门的铁骊兵照旧没拿正眼瞧他们。

After searching for a nook and cranny behind the wall, the three of them changed into Chen Zui's clothes.

Old Lin tugged on his elegant robe, feeling uncomfortable all over, but remained silent.

It's getting late.

Following Yue Dapeng's instructions, the three of them touched the southeast corner of the stone throat plug.

墙头垛口后，立着两个铁骊兵。

老林抬手，按住身后两人。

He and the person next to him raised their repeating crossbows and raised their hands to aim at the wall.

The crossbow rang twice.

两个铁骊兵一前一后栽倒。

一个翻下墙，落在墙根。

一个倒在垛口后，没再动。

三人伏住，等了片刻。

No one poked their head into the wall anymore.

There was indeed a hole under the wall, just big enough for a person to turn sideways.

In the middle of the hole stood an iron bar as thick as a thumb, embedded in the stone from top to bottom.

Old Lin squatted down and dug open the mud and rotten grass at the entrance of the cave.The roots of the iron bars went down and penetrated into the stone foundation at the bottom of the city wall.

“老林……这真能成么？”

三人里数他年纪轻些，嗓子发紧。

"Try it."

Lao Lin didn't look back, "Go and move a stone and put this object under it."

"What are you doing with it?" The man didn't realize it for a moment.

Lao Lin held the piece of bamboo tube and was speechless for a long time, remembering his childhood.

Page (1/3)