After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 201 Ghost Needle Stone Forest

  Everyone understood, Sun Duwei asked again: "When shall we attack?"

"What's the rush? He has an army in his hand, and he's sure that we will sneak attack Weicheng, so he has to wait for us to come." The man pressed the battlement, "Maybe let him wait a little longer, this season is suitable for sleeping in the wilderness. "

  All the generals laughed. In the late autumn of the Panlong Wasteland, the temperature plummeted to three or four degrees below zero at night. When a person stands guard in the wilderness all night, the wind and sand can wear off half of his face. If their opponents came here directly from Baling Kingdom, they would have a good experience of the ruthlessness of the Panlong Wasteland tonight.

   It wasn't until two hours later that the Gale Army, which was recharging its batteries, received the order to prepare to set off.

   "Sun Duwei, Liu Duwei, you take 5,000 troops to Weicheng, display my banner, the more publicized the better." The leader finally issued an order, "You don't need to fight when you encounter a strong enemy, just return to Puxigou and stick to it."

"He believes in the speed of soldiers, and bet on more than 10,000 people to catch us by surprise. If such a bold and aggressive advance fails, he will not even have backup and supplies. This is the dead spot. The harder you poke, the better. By the way, who are you? Shoot down the big eagle when you have time to remove the enemy's eyeliner and facilitate follow-up actions."

  Both eyes lit up: "Yes!"

   "Lieutenant Xiao, take the Baling military uniforms you have prepared. The original plan remains the same, we will steal Weicheng."

  After a quarter of an hour, the city gate of Puxigou opened, and the red-armored angry horses of the Gale Army galloped out.

  A few large flags in the army were fluttering in the wind, and there was only one large red and eye-catching character on it:

red!

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   Walking into Ghost Needle Stone Forest, the air suddenly became humid.

  The autumn in the Panlong Wasteland is very dry, and a large area of ​​land can be burned bare with just one fire. However, the Ghost Needle Stone Forest has holes and holes, high cliffs and low valleys. The high cliffs block the scorching sun, while the low valleys accumulate rainwater. Therefore, even though the river has long been diverted, the stone forest is still much wetter than other places in the wasteland.

  In autumn, the dense plants are still more than half green.

  On the shady side at the bottom of some rock walls, there are even river ponds and streams, where drummer shrimps and small fish hide sneakily under the rock crevices.

  Plants also release warm water vapor. As soon as He Lingchuan walked in, he saw the ruts on the wet mud.

  This is not okay.

   "Is the road ahead so muddy?" The valley they entered had too much water vapor, and it was not easy for the Baling people to track the marks on the ground.

  In order to avoid powerful enemies and buy time, General Nan Ke decisively ordered the whole army to turn to Ghost Needle Stone Forest. He is very clear that the roads in this place extend in all directions, the wide part is extremely wide, and the narrow part is also extremely narrow, and it has never been artificially repaired. It is unrealistic for all the people and horses to squeeze on one road.

  So he divided the whole army into four, with different numbers of people on each road, and each took some merchants and wagons forward.

  The four teams chose different paths, which can also confuse the enemy and minimize losses.

   Fortunately, Ghost Needle Stone Forest is the only way for business travelers to travel, so each team can be assigned a guide who is familiar with this place.

   In the team that He Lingchuan was in, Liu Tong, the chief of fire, had bad luck. The sixteen teams had to draw two broken lots, and everyone else cheered when they finished drawing. Only Liu Tong took out the lot and took a look, his face pale.

   Needless to say, their nine-member team must stay behind.

  The door panel stared angrily and scolded: "Did you dare to draw lots without washing your hands after squatting in the pit?"

  Liu Tong had no words to refute, and rushed to the front to negotiate, and finally won a guide back.

  The guide also had a mournful face and was unwilling to say anything. I don't know why he was so unpopular in the caravan, so he was thrown into the queue at the end. What's the difference between this and death?

  He Lingchuan patted him on the shoulder: "Guide us well, you will survive."

  The guide sighed: "Please everyone, my family still has an eighty-year-old mother and a two-year-old child to support."

   "Then there are only four or five people in your family." The door panel pointed to the thin man and said, "There are more than ten people in his family, all of them point to him."

   "Okay, don't make trouble." Liu Tong said with a straight face, "This place is good, let's make a few traps."

  Just because ten of them wanted to slow down the Baling army, they had to arrange any clever work.

  The crowd had already walked more than ten feet and entered a bamboo forest. Bamboos on the Panlong Wasteland are still very rare. Although the water here is full of water vapor, the bamboos are not as thick as those in the south, but thin and long, like whips.

  Wicker was born as a hunter, and it is his old profession to play tricks and make traps. He Lingchuan's dream tasks in the past were to eliminate demons, and he also learned a lot of skills from her, so it was time to help.

  All of them worked together to quickly set up five or six traps. The simplest one is to put spikes on the bamboo, bend it, and then lay the wire near the ground. Once the enemy touches the silk thread, he will be hit by the rushing bamboo.

  There are spikes on the bamboo, which feels too sour.

  After setting up the trap, everyone carefully retreated more than ten feet away, using the solid rock to hide their bodies.

  After the first wave of enemies were attacked, they had to observe the movements of the Baling people before planning the next deterrent.

  Yes, traps can't hurt a few people, but they can greatly deter opponents and slow down their speed.

   In addition, what the **** is hitting the wall, blinding the eyes, it is quite useful against civilians, but it is not effective against the enemy who also has the blessing of Yuanli.

  As long as the Yuanli is not too weak, people can also see through it at a glance.

   Then, everyone waited with bated breath.

  An excellent hunter must also have full patience. They hunted down the bear demon last night, and they lay on the edge of the pond for three hours.

  So, they stared at the bamboo forest in front of them and waited for more than two quarters of an hour.

  The thin man couldn't help muttering: "Why haven't you come yet?"

   "It's not good if you didn't come?" Liu Tong called him to silence, "Shhh!"

   Another half an hour passed.

  The sky is getting late and the wind is getting up, blowing the bamboo forest, and there are countless fallen leaves.

   But other than that, there's nothing here.

  He Lingchuan only saw a big toad walking through the path as if no one was there, jumping over the thin line of the trap.

  Can't even catch a toad.

   "Two quarters of an hour will be the full hour." The thin man killed a mosquito on his face, "The people of Baling still can't get here in the open fifteen miles?"

   "Don't wait, let's move forward." Liu Tong said decisively, "We can still see the rut marks."

  They didn't know that the Baling Army had actually arrived at the Ghost Needle Stone Forest long ago.

  The army is pressing down on the border, but they just don't go in.

   Torches have been lit in the rear to illuminate the way, but the front army quickly sent down an order: "Extinguish the torches, and leave no one behind!"

  The leading general has scars on his face, and he is the leader of Baling, Hua Mucuo, who occupied Weicheng. He stared at the iconic outer stone screen of Ghost Needle Stone Forest for a long time before asking left and right: "Nan Ke's army has all entered, are you sure?"

   "The eagle in the sky could see clearly that Nan Ke himself did go in, and his army was divided into several groups. But the fog in the stone forest was too heavy, and the eagle could not see it."

"Just go in." Hua Mucuo showed a strange smile on his face, "Four thousand men and horses on the back wing turned to guard the northern exit of Ghost Needle Stone Forest. Remember, no one is allowed to light a fire, not even the slightest bit; no one is allowed to step in One step at Ghost Needle Stone Forest! Panlong's soldiers, come out and kill each other!"

   His subordinates took orders and left.

  Hua Mucuo looked at the ghost needle stone forest in the twilight, and said slowly: "Nan Ke, Nan Ke, I hope you come out alive, so that I can goug out your eyes and peel off your skin, and comfort my brother's spirit in heaven!"

  …

  He Lingchuan and others chased in the direction of the large army, and at the same time they did not forget to eliminate the tracks left by the convoy.

   But the rear was always quiet, and no one caught up.

  The sun had already set, and Ghost Needle Forest was shrouded in darkness. The Baling army had no scruples, and it stands to reason that they should light torches and chase people.

  However, it was pitch black behind, only the whimpering of the wind.

   Didn't they catch up?

   Or, there happened to be no pursuers along the way, so Liu Tong and the others were lucky?

  The door panel murmured: "Pray to Empress Mitian before departure, it really helps!"

  Wicker looked sideways: "Have you never done this before?"

  The door panel smiled dryly: "No, sometimes I'm too busy..."

   A "shh" from the side interrupted the conversation between the two.

   However, it was He Lingchuan who spoke out, not Liu Tong. He whispered: "There is movement ahead!"

   Another gust of wind blew, and the wicker, thin man and others also heard it, and there were voices.

   It's far away, but it seems to be—screaming?

   Everyone looked at each other and sneaked past.

   If you want to sneak quietly in the jungle, the most important thing is the word "slow", especially when each person is leading a horse, and the horse can't make too much noise. After walking more than ten feet, there were flashes of fire in front of them, horses neighing and people roaring, and the team members also noticed that thin white threads began to appear on the plants around them.

   Is this the net?

  The guide grabbed Liu Tong's arm and kept waving his hands, implying that he couldn't go.

  The team members ignored it.

  As the post-break team, at least find out what happened.

  They hid in the downwind place, pushed aside the thick branches and leaves, and saw a **** leading to the mountain wall directly in front of them. There were sixteen or seventeen people and seven or eight horses on the slope.

   These people waved torches, and their swords only stabbed the ground.

   They seem to be surrounded by a black tide that moves and hisses and fluffs...

  The fire was blazing, He Lingchuan saw the things surrounding them clearly, and suddenly felt creepy.

spider!

  Spiders as dense as the tide, each bigger than a cat, are madly attacking these patrols. The claws and feet of thousands of spiders scratched the ground, and the rustling sound was like the tide hitting the shore.

  At any moment, more than a dozen spiders were beheaded, but the companions immediately replaced them, rushing forward and biting them. Some were spray fighters, brewing for a long time, then turned their heads and pointed their abdomen at humans, spraying out a large handful of dense spider webs.

  This kind of spider web is so viscous that even with the help of Yuan power, it is difficult to cut it with a sword for a while. Cobwebs were hanging on the several guards, and there was no time to clean them up, and soon more and more wrapped them up.

   There are also some spiders that are so big that they are about to catch up with the jackals. After spraying, they pull their webs and move forward, trying to drag them down the hillside.

  They are not afraid of torches, and they don't care about the power of the soldiers, so they keep fighting.

  (end of this chapter)