The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became a little solemn. Both women were from the Wei family and were captured by the Uighurs. Wei Qing stared at the killed woman blankly. He turned his head and stared at Zhang Huan angrily.

Zhang Huan took out a set of Uighur soldiers' armor with expressionless expression, and threw another set to Song Lianyu who was squatting on the ground and retching. After everyone was dressed, Zhang Huan glanced at Wei Qing coldly and walked out of the tent.

Xin Lang hurriedly followed him and whispered to Zhang Huan: "He has been held in the palm of his hand by his grandmother since he was a child and grew up in a pile of women. He has been very considerate of every young woman around him and does not understand the worldly ways. Don't worry about him when he gets sick."

Zhang Huan gently wiped the blood from the knife, and after a long time he smiled faintly, "I won't bother with him."

After a while, Zhang Huan quickly walked back to the tent. After a moment, Wei Qing's low scolding came from the tent. Xin Lang hurriedly entered the tent. He saw that Wei Qing had already put on his armor and was tying the woman to his back.

Xin Lang was stunned, and he stuttered: "Get sick, is he?"

Zhang Huan glanced at Wei Qing and said coldly: "Since he is determined to save this woman, everyone can only part ways."

"Xin Lang, don't you help me!" Wei Qing looked at Zhang Huan disdainfully and turned to Xin Lang and said.

"This..." Xin Lang hesitated. One was the eldest son of the Wei family, who had a deep relationship with him, while the other was a new friend who fought side by side with him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Zhang Huan saw his difficulties and smiled and said, "Brother Xin doesn't have to take care of me, you go!"

"Okay! I'll send them up to the cliff and rush back immediately!"

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The five people walked around the edge of the barracks and encountered no patrol soldiers along the way. When they walked through the barracks and slowly approached the granary, they realized that things were far less simple than they thought.

Not far ahead of them, hundreds of butter torches shone the night sky like daylight, and teams of Uighur soldiers patrolling each other, very vigilant.

The place where the grain is stored is not large, covering an area of ​​about twenty acres. The fences are made of two or three meters tall, and the barks are peeled naked and cannot be crossed at all. The entire fence has only two entrances, one on land and the other in the river, with heavy troops guarding them. The worst is that there is a watchtower at each corner of the fence, and there can be vaguely seen figures shaking on it.

Moreover, in order to prevent people from entering through the waterway, checkpoints are built on the river bank. Each grain transport ship must be searched by at least four checkpoints.

"What should I do now?" Xin Lang was a little discouraged.

Zhao Yan took off the bow and arrow, and made a bow-pull position and smiled: "How about I shoot it with a rocket and ignite the linoleum covered with the grain!"

"Not proper!" Song Lianyu compared the shooting distance from afar, shook his head and said, "If you want to cross the fence, you have to stand at least a hundred steps away. Besides, how do you know that the linoleum is covered on it?"

Several people expressed their opinions, but Zhang Huan said nothing. He observed the distance between the checkpoint by the river and the water gate, and gradually felt at ease in his heart. He turned around and smiled at everyone, "I want to try it out of the water, maybe I can go in. If it doesn't work, I will leave directly from the water. You can return from the same route first!"

Although he felt that it was inappropriate to let Zhang Huan take the risk alone, after thinking for a long time, no one had a better solution, so he had to agree. Zhang Huan immediately sent everyone back to the cliff, witnessing their figures disappearing on the cliff, and then returned to the military camp.

Under the light and dark moonlight, Zhang Huan's figure seemed like a ghost, quickly and carefully passed through one tent after another. After a moment, he came to the riverside.

There are three sentries on each checkpoint by the river, and it is not a slight slack because it is midnight. The farthest checkpoint from the Water Gate is about 700 steps away. In other words, it is at least 800 steps to dive at one breath. In ordinary people, this is absolutely impossible, but for Zhang Huan, 800 steps is nothing!

The place where he chose to go into the water was about a thousand steps away from the water gate. It was pitch black and no one guarded it. The river was slow and there was a thin layer of ice on the water gate. All the ships were squeezed into the water gate. Zhang Huan took off his clothes and got into the water from an uninhabited place. It was less than a hundred steps away from the first checkpoint. Several Uighur soldiers were swimming by the river with spears in their hands.

Zhang Huan bit the knife horizontally in his mouth. He took a deep breath and suddenly dived into the water. The water was pitch black. He swam rapidly like an otter under thin ice, sometimes diving deep, his body pressed against the bottom of the river through the water gate, sometimes floating to a place less than a foot from the water surface. Listen to the movements on the shore, the water surface gradually turned red, and only the voices of the Uighur soldiers were heard approaching from afar and soon disappeared behind him. A red light kept reflecting in front of him, and then turned into a pitch black again.

Zhang Huan felt that he had sneaked about eight or nine hundred steps away. At this time, he saw a row of dark objects in front of him, which was a ship! In other words, he had already arrived near the Water Gate.

Zhang Huan floated up between the two boat gaps and changed his breath, dived down and swam for a while, and finally reached the shore. He listened with the stone wall for a moment. The top of his head was pitch black and there was no movement. Soon, he dived out of the water against the stone wall and carefully looked at the surrounding scene. His current location had entered the water gate, less than ten feet from the dock for unloading, the embankment was very long, and some sacks were piled up on it.

It was completely opposite to the bright lights outside, but it was pitch black inside. In order to prevent the fire from burning food and grass, there were few soldiers guarding him, Zhang Huan observed for a long time and found no patrol except for the four watchtowers.

But he didn't dare to be careless, and approached the shore with a lookout tower on the outside. He hid into the darkness. He shouldn't be able to see him on the tower opposite. After running dozens of steps along the wooden fence, he faintly heard the voices in front of him and a large red light, which should be where the gate was. He turned around and hid in a granary.

The so-called granary is made of tens of thousands of bags of grain, covered with huge linoleum to prevent it from getting wet by the rain. If all granaries have so much grain, then the grain storage camp will have at least tens of thousands of stones of grain.

It was the fourth update, and the winter night was bright late, but the Qi Mingxing on the eastern horizon was clearly visible. Time was too low, and Zhang Huan began to search quickly in the granaries, and he wanted to find the warehouse where the forage was stored.

After finding it, he finally found the pile of forage at the edge of the second row. Without further ado, Zhang Huan took off the oil paper bag tied to his waist and opened it layer by layer, and there was flint inside.

Just as he was about to ignite the fire, suddenly, two meters away from him, he heard the sound of talking. Zhang Huan leaned against the haystack, slowly pulled out his knife, and moved over step by step. Under the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of two shaking heads appearing on the other end of the haystack, lying comfortably in the haystack talking.

It was the Uighur sentry. Zhang Huan calmed down and slowly turned to the other side. He confirmed that there were only two people. He held the knife in both hands and silently approached the two heads again. The two Uighur soldiers did not realize the danger at all. They were talking about the woman they had obtained. A low whistle suddenly came from the top of their heads. Their heads were tilted up at the same time, turning their eyelids upwards, but a cold light flashed in front of them, and the two heads broke from their exposed necks and rolled to the ground.

Zhang Huan sneered slightly and sounded the flint without hesitation, "Crack!Crack!", and then a ball of flame ignited in his hands. He quickly covered the flame with hay, but in just a moment, the fire took advantage of the wind and the flames rose into the sky. At this time, the warning sound of "Dang!Crack!" came from the tower in the northeast corner, which sounded extremely irritating in the darkness.

Zhang Huan quickly ran to the riverside. After igniting another granary, he disappeared silently in the water. The fire in the granary was fierce. With the help of the cold wind in winter, seven or eight nearby granaries were ignited in a moment. The surging flames were swept to the other end of the granary by the wind. Even the fences were ignited. There was a terrible tongue of flames in the cracks of each fence. Suddenly, with a thunderous sound, several granaries collapsed, hundreds of Uighur soldiers who were fighting fire were immediately pressed down below. The rest of the people were scattered and rushed to escape. If one step later, no one could escape from the sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, Zhang Huan's face suddenly appeared on the ice surface several miles away from the military camp. He looked at the fire soaring into the sky from afar, jumped onto the shore, and rushed towards a dense forest.

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Chapter completed!