The magic bomb handed over to him seems to be missing one..."

"Don't worry." Captain Larson patted the horse's neck and laughed: "Kurosawa is very capable. Ten or eight guys may not be able to defeat him. If he doesn't even have this ability, he won't be able to do it either."

I have been lurking in the fortress for so long..."

"And he also became an adjutant! Hahahaha!" Another officer next to him laughed.

"So is it." Liangchen Meiyu agreed, but her brows gradually furrowed: "But... I always feel..."

"What, Brother Liangchen? Is there anything else you're worried about?"

"No, it's nothing."

Liangchen Meiyu lowered her head and thought for a while, then slowly said: "But... just to be on the safe side, I think..."

"It would be better to send that thing out as well."

"That thing?"

The person who laughed before immediately widened his eyes: "Is it necessary?"

"Well... of course, even if it is to show strength and scare the enemy..."

"Brother Liangchen's words seem to make sense."

Captain Larsen touched his chin and whispered: "What do you think? Are you... reluctant to give up?"

"How could you not give up!"

The officer on the side laughed again: "You don't know, I have been waiting for this moment... for how many days!"

"They!"

"Here!" several soldiers following the cavalry immediately replied.

"Did you hear that? It's time for us to show off our skills!"

"yes!"

With the sound of wind and horse hooves, all the guards followed the officer's U-turn and retreated away. Among the few people left watching the battlefield situation, only Captain Larson's men and Liangchen Meiyu were left.

, his eyes wandered around the chaotic gate for a while, then moved his eyes upward, and began to look at the upper level of the fortress where black smoke was still coming out.

"I hope... there will be no accidents." He murmured.

Ryotatsu Mitama's worries have only been half realized now, because Kurosawa-sama, whom they relied on, is indeed blocked at the top of the fortress. However, judging from the situation in the corridor at this moment, the empire's undercover agent seems to be still there.

There was no danger to his life, because the person who blocked him in this place, or his opponent who was blocking this place and not letting anyone pass, was only one person.

But they've been fighting here for nearly ten minutes.

"What should I call you? Or Adjutant Wood?"

Amidst the crackling sound caused by the fist wind, the two figures separated again. One of the people's half-kneeling body drew a long mark on the ground, and then slowly stood up - from

Judging from the marks on the ground, this process seemed to have been repeated many times, but the seemingly uninjured man showed no intention of stopping. He moved his sore wrist and looked at

The opponent in front of me who has never moved: "Who are you?"

"I am who I am, and I am Adjutant Wood."

Opposite the man, Adjutant Wood, who was much thinner than him, naturally lowered his hands and stood there with a smile on his face: "It's you... Spartak, right?"

"When did you discover all this?"

"I have been alert to some of your strange behaviors for a long time." The man opposite twisted his wrist and slowly stepped forward: "But... I am sure that I am not the one who found out that you have a problem.

"

"oh?"

"It's a guy who is traveling with me today." Spartak grinned: "I won't go into details, but he is the name of a prisoner of war who was transferred to Banhe Fortress from other places..."

"You're not supposed to know."

The following words did not come from Spartak who wanted to continue the contest, but the voice from the end of the corridor finally stopped his pace that seemed to never stop. He turned around and, as expected,

Duan Qing's figure appeared, as well as some scattered players following him.

"I'm here to help." He asked with a smile: "You... don't mind, right?"

"I'm very mind."
Chapter completed!