The solar system is broken

Three torches and three armored warriors.

The leaves of the big oak tree were still very dense, and the light rain could still cover them. The three people gathered under the tree, waiting drowsily for someone to take over in the middle of the night.

The warrior held his dagger at his waist and sat under the tree, chatting.

A horse-faced warrior turned around and asked a sharp-mouthed warrior, "I heard that you went to Lu Zuo and said a famous saying?"

"Go, go, go~" The sharp-tongued warrior waved his hand impatiently, as if to shoo away a fly, "It's nothing."

"I am sick~"

The horse-faced samurai and the bushy-bearded samurai looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Why are things of size so powerless~"

"Hahaha!!"

"Begging for a beating!"

It was a bit tricky, the three samurai were very excited, and the writer hesitated.

He connected the bamboo pole to the air bag and made a gesture to Xiao Li.

The two have a clear division of labor: she steals horses, and the writer kills people.

Walking out of the wall, the writer walked towards the trio under the oak tree with boldness.

However, things were so strange. They were just thinking about the girl, so they didn't care about a man who suddenly broke in.

The three of them still teased me about my illness.

The writer was embarrassed and no one paid attention to him.

"Uuhaha~uuhuhuhu!"

Howl aloud.

The writer was holding a sheepskin bag and wearing a gas mask, standing in front of the three people.

??,?

Three faces were confused.

"This is?"

The horse-faced samurai slapped the sharp-faced samurai on the buttocks and stared blankly at the writer.

Finally, the bearded samurai thought about it and said, "Blue... blue-blooded people."

"Ugh~" The writer waved the bamboo pole in his hand and vented his dissatisfaction.

It is easy to become angry when one is prepared and aware but lacks enthusiasm.

"Crazy?"

Although writers often draw equations on the ground and use jars and jars of methods.

But the samurai didn't believe that the writer went crazy so quickly. After all, the old lady was imprisoned for more than ten years before she was tortured and went crazy.

"That's wrong," a sharp-eyed warrior discovered the clue.

The writer's shackles are gone and he has escaped.

But don’t take it too seriously. Blue-blooded people only live a long time. A writer like this can handle it with one hand.

"What's going on?"

A warrior handed the torch in his hand to his companion, held the dagger at his waist, and walked over with a suspicious look on his face.

The writer held the bamboo pole, gently pushed open the valve, and pointed the bamboo pole at the warrior.

The samurai tilted his head and tried to pluck the bamboo pole with his hands, but there was a smell of rotten eggs coming from inside.

"It stinks!" I would pinch my nose.

However, before his hand could reach his nose, his eyes began to shed tears unconsciously, and his eyes stung.

His vision was blurred, and the warrior staggered forward two steps based on his feeling.

But it's not over yet. I have a strong burning sensation in my throat and my consciousness is blurred.

With a thud, he fell directly to the ground.

His whole body was twitching constantly, his hands and feet were curled up and twitching, and he couldn't say a word.

"The concentration is still too low," the writer looked at the fallen warrior expressionlessly and sighed secretly.

"Yuan, what are you doing?"

The samurai frowned as he looked at the samurai on the ground. At first he thought he was causing trouble.

But there was no response for a long time, and I felt like there was something wrong.

"wall!"

No response.

"wall?!"

There was still no response, and now the two people holding the torches felt nervous and looked at each other.

Both of them saw fear in each other's eyes and panicked.

The vigilant warrior has a cognitive shortcoming, but he is not a fool. When he saw this scene, he immediately understood that the writer was weird.

"Don't worry, it's your turn," the writer raised the bamboo pole and walked towards the two of them.

Having learned from the past, the samurai is not stupid. He avoids the bamboo pole and wants to get the writer.

The writer held the airbag under his arm and pinched it with his elbow, and the gas inside immediately spurted out.

The warrior only vaguely felt that something was wrong and was not sure. Of course, he did not know how powerful this hydrogen sulfide was.

Just avoid it perfunctorily.

I smelled a little bit, it stung my eyes, and the sweet smell, my body softened and I fell down.

But when he fell, the torch in his hand swept through the air and ignited the hydrogen sulfide.

Stab~

A fire dragon shot out from the writer's hand.

The bamboo pole blows air, and the fire dragon is one foot and five feet long, forming a fire-breathing soldier.

In fact, hydrogen sulfide is not flammable. Its combustion requires a large amount of oxygen as an oxidant, which is why it is not burned together with the bamboo poles.

But he said on the other side, Yiyang.

He was assigned a task by Huo Shan to find out the defense situation of the priest...

Yiyang subconsciously touched the big bag on his head and poked his head out of the grass unconvinced.

He curled his lips and said, "Don't pause when you have nothing to do. You keep hitting me."

Dropping a piece of foxtail grass from his mouth, he crawled towards the temple gate.

The drizzle of light rain hit my body, making it sticky. According to Yi Yang, the day was very moist.

There are three people under the big oak tree. They have armor and are difficult to kill with ordinary arrows.

I have worked two shifts since evening and seem very cautious.

People on shift all come out of the side room on the right. There are horses neighing there, so it should be a stable.

The architectural design is very reasonable. The warrior's room is close to the stable, so if there is a wind blow, he can respond immediately.

The three warriors are not too many to say the least, and not too few to say the least.

It's still difficult to do it without being aware of it.

A person's field of view is about 200 degrees, 70% of which is the focus area. Three people can completely monitor 360°, not to mention that there is a lake on one side of the big oak tree.

It's like a hundred meters from Yiyang to the foot of the big oak tree, and the compound bow he brought has this ultimate range.

However, a warrior wrapped in bronze may not be able to shoot to death at 30 paces, so don't even think about it from such a distance.

Nothing can be done.

The tall oak tree covered half of the temple door. Although the yellow leaves had fallen, it was still very lush and blocked the view.

The green of the mistletoe in the disturbing firelight is very ostentatious, and it is not at all different from the yellow of the oak tree.

Jinzhi Yiyang suddenly thought of Huo Shan's plan.

Of course, I don't want to fold it here, it's too risky, just get a mistletoe from the forest.

"If you don't enter the dragon's pond and tiger's den, how can you..." Yi Yang licked his lips.

I don't know what he was thinking.

Just as he was thinking about something, a loud shout interrupted his thoughts.

Pushing aside the straw curtain, a tough man wearing a gas mask and holding a spray gun was facing three big men.

"?"

Yi Yang rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he saw it correctly. It was a gas mask.

Although rough, the structure is very reasonable.

It is worth noting that the air bag in his hand is very strange.

Just when Yi Yang was wondering what that thing was for, the man raised the bamboo pole and waved it towards the visitor. The warrior fell down with a somersault.

Then Cannon Fodder No. 2 went up and lit a cigarette for the sprayer God of War, and then he smoked a few times and fell down.

Acting? But it doesn’t look like it.

"I'll wipe~"

The hands are in buckets, and if you look closely, the expression is exactly the third emoticon pack in your mobile phone.

I thought Huo Shan was already invincible. Whose general is this? He is more powerful than Huo Shan.

Chemicals?

It seems so.

The compound bow in Yiyang's hand suddenly lost its flavor. The generation gap was too serious.