With the city-climbing ropes in Han Liangpin's family, and the ability of Han Liangpin and Xiang Youbao to climb high and low is considered an old master. In just blinking, Xiang Youbao and Han Liangpin both climbed over the burning wall and squatted quietly in the shadow of a room in the courtyard.

Looking at the situation on the burning pot wall from inside, Xiang Youbao and Han Liangpin were both secretly smacking their tongues!

No matter whether the wall of the pot is high or thick, just look at the horse path that is three feet wide and three feet wide, and you will naturally understand that the person in charge of the pot is deeply thoughtful - the tenons left on the wall are usually inconspicuous at all, but as long as the thick wooden boards prepared early are laid out to the top to form a horse path that can walk, a wine-making pot will blink into a battle fort that can be guarded by the wall!

In the half-height area of ​​the wall, some muskets with fuses were piled up next to the gun holes blocked by the living bricks. Although this thing can only be shot two or three meters away, and after the gunpowder is filled with iron sand, the iron sand from a musket shot through the trench after the person who bumped the kiln outside rushed through the trench, at least the iron sand from a musket can be turned into a blood gourd within a radius of one meter, which is really a weapon of close combat!

There are a lot of foreign iron tubes piled up at the corner of the wall, which looks like the lamp oil sold in the grocery store in Sijiucheng. But if the foreign oil in these foreign iron tubes is lit and poured into the trench outside the wall, it can block the people who bump into the kiln outside the trench, and it can also block the retreat of those opponents who rushed through the trench. It is just an open land of two feet wide and narrow. It is a hard musket from the top of the wall, with iron sand on its shoulders, and a rock outside the wall will be turned into a Shura slaughterhouse immediately?!

He gently hit Xiang Youbao who was squatting beside him. Han Liangpin gritted his teeth and pointed at the objects on the wall with the silver cow horns in his hand: "See, can you tell me? It's said that the people in the chrysanthemum club have a connection with the Japanese, but according to the scene in front of him, he guessed that the chrysanthemum club is a Japanese deal at all, I'm afraid that the transaction is not a good deal!"

Thinking back on the strange shouts I had just heard, I thought about the war horses quietly raising in the hutong cellar. In addition, the past when a Westerner was killed in the street was left unresolved, Xiang Youbao nodded slightly: "In the past, I just heard that my sister Yinghe talked about the fact that the hutong society is very connected with the Japanese, and I was still a little bit murmur in my mind. I was thinking that such a big seller would just make a deal that would make profits and connect with the Japanese in order to have more wealth and less trouble. But after all the things along the way... Han Ye. The hutong is the Japanese's own business, and it is definitely correct! But... why do you think that this Japanese business is called a Chinese name? Isn't this fart after taking off his pants - this is a waste of time?"

Han Liangpin couldn't tell the reason, but he looked carefully at the traces of the snow blocks on the ground using hard soil and snow blocks to extinguish the flames: "I'm not busy thinking about this now. I'm still in a mess in the boiling pot. Hurry up and find my master to be serious!"

Looking at the wall of the boiling pot, Xiang Youbao looked at the building that looked like a mess. Xiang Youbao sucked open the teeth: "This house is built... not to the southeast, not to the northwest, and some have doors. I can't tell where it is the main house or the side house? For a while, we can't touch it one by one, right?"

Shaking his head slightly, Han Liangpin put a silver cow horn to his mouth, sucked his lips and blew it gently towards a soybean-sized hole on the silver cow horn. A sound that was sensational, like a ghost roar, suddenly spread out in a vague way.

Almost in a blink of an eye, a ghost roar that also sounded faintly came from a big room in the boiling pot. When he heard the sound of a ghost roar, Han Liangpin was immediately excited and raised his hand to point at the room in the middle of the boiling pot and shouted: "It's my master who is sending the message, it's definitely right!"

He grabbed Han Liangpin's arm, and Xiang Youbao was stunned and screamed, only trying to rush towards the big room where ghosts roared, and staggered: "Master Han. Slow down! This is not the right way!"

It was just that Xiang Youbao stopped him, and Han Liangpin also woke up and fell asleep...

He just injured people and burned the land of the family. Although there was another place where fire broke out and needed help, he gave up the truth of not caring about his butt in a blink of an eye?!

Looking at the path to the big house from the wall, although I could also rely on the shadows of other houses to cover up my body, there was a large open space before I got close to the big house. If I really rushed to the open space, I would have to ask people to make dumplings?

Almost at the same time, Xiang Youbao and Han Liangpin shouted in unison: "Go to the roof!"

He left the house in his hands to his back, and Xiang Youyou gently supported his hands on the ground, and his toes were already at the wooden rafters stretched out from the eaves. He held the scorpion who had already practiced to climb back, and quietly curled up onto the roof.

Han Liangpin put his back against the wall, leaned against his elbow and heel and exerted force. He used the method of gecko skills in the martial arts, and he also curled up to the roof.

There is no need to discuss or instruct each other. After Xiang Youbao and Han Liangpin climbed to the roof, they all stepped on the wooden rafters with their toes and used their skill to leverage the strength. The other houses on their waists were also held in their hands and gently swept towards the snow that was not too thick on the roof. They swept the snow away from the thick layer, and the thorns under the snow were already in their eyes.

He snorted gently from his nostrils, and Han Liangpin shouted in a low voice: "This is really based on the regulations in the Battle Fortress? There are caltrops on the roof, and I am afraid that there are also slitting boards and pits on the open space? Fortunately, you just now, you pulled me, otherwise I would have been rashly rushing over, I am afraid that my master would not be rescued and I would have to turn in!"

After touching the soft leather on the sole of the boot, Xiang Youbao whispered: "It's a blessing that we are wearing thick-soled soft leather boots that are convenient for the night path, otherwise we will have no boundaries on the roof. Mr. Han, what are the next regulations?"

Holding the silver bull horns in his hand tightly, a ruthless look suddenly flashed in Han Liangpin's eyes: "Anyway, this scene is already so I've been sucking hard today, so I just swept these bastards, so Qingqing quietly welcomed my master!"

Looking at the trend of the surrounding houses, Xiang Youbao raised his hand and pointed at the room opposite that could barely see the outline: "Then let's follow the fox ringing as the sign we just agreed on, sweep it around separately, and meet on the roof of the house opposite?"

"Listen to you!"

As he finished speaking, Han Liangpin jumped suddenly, like a night owl that rushed towards a field mouse at night, and jumped lightly to the roof of another house. I don’t know if it was the darkness and I didn’t understand where I was going. Or maybe Han Liangpin deliberately wanted to make some noise to lure the enemy. As Han Liangpin landed on the roof, a large piece of snow asked Han Liangpin to kick off the roof in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that the snow had just landed on the ground, two figures with the hard fire house in their hands jumped out from behind the house where Han Liangpin was standing. Before the two figures hidden in the shadows behind the house pointed the hard fire house in their hands at Han Liangpin standing on the eaves, Han Liangpin was like a black wolf jumping down from the huge rock, and jumped down from the roof with the sound of wind. The person was still churning in the air, and the two silver cow horns had already penetrated into the hearts of the two figures like lightning.

I don’t know if it was intentional or intentional, but Han Liangpin actually had a slight deviation when he started. Although one of the figures lost the strength to pull the hard fire trigger in his hand at that time, they were not dead for a while. They pulled their throat and let out a scream that made people feel numb.

With the screams, Han Liangpin didn't even look at the pot-burning man who could only live for one cigarette at most. Instead, he bent down and picked up the hard fire house that the two pot-burning man had dropped on the ground. He pulled the trigger to the surrounding room regardless of the noise. In a moment, he scattered the two hard fire houses, and then he jumped onto the roof again.

The screams and gunshots were alarmed. The burning pot guys who were originally hiding in the shadows around each room, or simply cats in the room, and only put the hard fire in their hands out of the household registration. Someone immediately left the hiding place and rushed straight to the place where the screams and gunshots sounded. But before the burning pot guys who rushed out of their hiding place arrived, a shrill howl came from the shadows in another room...

He watched Han Liangpin clean up a few pot pots in a moment. He was not vague when he looked at him. He pulled out a thin rope made of human hair from the back of his waist, a combination of cow hair and twine, and then pulled it into a buckle cover in a few seconds, and tiptoed toward the eaves of another room.

As if attracted by the screams just now, but I still remember that I could not show up easily. A cooker hiding under another eaves held the spear in his hand tightly, huddled in the corner of the wall and peered around him, but he was completely unaware that Xiang Youbao, who was standing on his head, had slowly dropped the buckle on his head.

His wrists shook and shook. Xiang Youbao was like standing on a tree branch in the deep mountains and forests hunting wolves. He gently put the buckle on the neck of the cooker under his feet. He pulled the string back a few steps. Xiang Youbao held the extremely strong string with his hands tightly. He waited until the rope tightly held on his hands could no longer feel any shaking movement. Then he slowly loosened the rope in his hand and jumped gently from the roof.

The man skillfully took off his buckle from the neck of the pot pot, which was strangled so that his neck was covered with purple and black blood. He listened to another scream that sounded not far away. He reached out and grabbed the spear that the man had dropped on the ground, flattened the muzzle and pulled the trigger hard to the other room that looked like a shaking figure... To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (. voting for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m.. Read.)
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