With a special pipeline, the production efficiency of blasting arrows has been greatly improved. Although it is not used in three heavy crossbow, it can ensure that one can be launched every few minutes.

Once a wooden shield is bombarded, the heavy crossbow will immediately follow the exploded empty hole and shoot in it.

However, the party's person also quickly discovered this law. When the shield was blown, they immediately dodged behind the shield on both sides.

In addition, Li Lingrui also received a report. From the rear, a large number of boards came over, made more shields, and arranged two layers of shields.

In this way, even if the first layer of shields are blown up, they will not hurt people, and then send someone to make up the shield.

As soon as Zhang Liang saw it, people continued to burn the mountain, and got a platform again. They added a heavy crossbow on both sides.

The two sides are applied to each other, and you can come and go.

As a result, the speed of the wall of the party has slowed down, but it has never stopped.

The height and length of the stone wall are also slowly increasing, and the hills on both sides of the brass grooves on both sides are constantly approaching.

Everyone knows that the moment the stone wall and the hill are handed over, it is when the decisive battle erupts!

According to the customs of the Central Plains, today is the 30th year, but the war has not stopped, but it is becoming more and more intense.

In a ravine more than a hundred miles away from the Binglang Gully, Tang Fei took a company dart master and trek towards the north with the snow.

They are all carrying huge white parcels, and they are wearing white rain clothes.

"Battalion, the snow in front is too big, and the path is buried."

A scout in front of the road came back to report.

After establishing an individual, Tang Fei was recently promoted to the commander of the battalion and was responsible for the establishment of a second reconnaissance camp.

However, because of the frequent war in Jinchuan recently, he could not pick up too elite soldiers. Tang Fei's recruitment request was as strict as the first reconnaissance camp of the monkey. Therefore, the second reconnaissance camp was established until now, and he recruited a company dart master.

Previously, the second reconnaissance camp had been scattered. This time, the task of transporting hot air balloons to Bingjun Gully fell on their heads.

In the package behind them, the balloon of the hot air balloon is equipped.

In order to prevent the discovery of the enemy, they did not take the official road, but chose a remote path.

"Are there any places suitable for rest?" Tang Fei asked.

"There is a mountain cricket to avoid the wind." The dart master replied.

"Tell a row of lengths, let him take the second class to clean up the road, and the rest will eat something to rest!"

In recent days, there have been several heavy snows. Some places in the mountains are deeper than people. The previous roads were all covered by snow, and they would slide down accidentally, so Tang Fei rushed to the road very slowly.

There is no back pocket, their task is to deal with the possible outbreak of battle, and to explore the road ahead.

Although there is no back, a row of dart divisions may be more tired than others.

For example, now others can rest, but they need to clean up the snow. After the road surface is cleaned up, when the troops set off, they must keep up.

Fortunately, the darts were born in poor people, and they had suffered, so no one complained that everyone was trying to work hard.

In order to send the hot air balloon as soon as possible, they not only rushed the road during the day, but also had to go in the middle of the night under the reflection of snow at night to rest.

At this time, the effect of loading off -road every day is reflected.

If the escorts hadn't insisted on exercising every day and had them carry such heavy things on their backs for several days, most people would have collapsed from exhaustion.

Under the leadership of Tang Fei, the second reconnaissance battalion came to a mountain col.

This mountain col is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the peaks on the back protrude two to three meters forward. There is no snow or wind in the mountain col, making it an ideal camping site.

In recent days, the Second Reconnaissance Battalion slept in the snow nest almost every day, and in order to prevent being discovered by the enemy, they did not dare to light a fire.

Although they were protected by raincoats, at night, they still felt the cold penetrated into their bones.

This mountain col was the most suitable place for camping that they had encountered since their departure. Tang Fei even wanted to order everyone to stay here for one night.

But when he looked up and saw that it was still early, Tang Fei gave up the idea and said, "Everyone, hurry up and rest. We will set off in half an hour. We have to drive another twenty miles today and rest at position 17!"

"Yes!" the escorts replied, taking off their packages and slumping on the ground.

Many people even took off their boots and rubbed their feet with a happy look on their faces.

A strong smell of smelly feet suddenly filled the col.

Their boots are all made of cowhide. Although they are waterproof, they are not breathable at all. After traveling for several days, many people's boots are sweaty.

"It would be great if we could make a fire to warm our feet at this time!"

An escort couldn't help but said.

This young escort was only fifteen years old. After walking for several days in a row, the soles of his feet were worn out.

"Just be patient, we've already walked more than half of the way, and we'll reach Brass Valley in a few days. I'll let you have a good rest then!"

An older escort rubbed the young escort's head: "We can't light a fire, otherwise it will be bad if the enemy finds out!"

"Uncle Da, I understand." The young escort smiled and said, "I was just talking casually."

"Here, eat some steamed buns." The middle-aged escort took out a steamed bun from his arms: "I put it in my arms and covered it, and it's still warm!"

"Thank you, Uncle Da!" The young escort took the steamed bun and took a bite, then spit it out: "Uncle Da, did you touch your feet just now?"

All the escorts around laughed.

The middle-aged bodyguard smelled his hands and felt a little embarrassed. He walked aside and grabbed a handful of snow and washed his hands. Then he took the steamed bun from the young man's hand and handed another one over: "You eat this.

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After saying that, the middle-aged bodyguard knelt down, picked up a mouthful of steamed buns that the young man had spit out just now, and stuffed it into his mouth without caring.

"Uncle Da, everything is dirty." The young escort frowned.

"Yazi, what's so dirty about this?" Uncle Da said indifferently: "Have you forgotten what kind of life we ​​lived in the past few years? At that time, let alone white-flour steamed buns, even if someone gave me a mouthful of multigrain porridge, I would drink it.

I wish I could kowtow to others."

The laughter of the surrounding escorts stopped, and the young escort also lowered his head in shame.

Although he is only a teenager, he is also a person who has endured hardships. His father died on the battlefield a few years ago, and his mother raised him and his two younger siblings alone. There was a time when he was so hungry that he could not walk.

When I saw the table legs, I wanted to take a bite.

If my mother hadn't found a job in a textile factory later, many people in their family would have starved to death.

As a result, now he dislikes the smell of white flour buns.
Chapter completed!