The old soldier in charge of the city defense that day was named Wang. He had wasted most of his life in Yanhui City. He liked to drink a little wine when he had nothing to do. When he was drunk, he would gather together to brag, always saying that he had followed the old Marquis Gu in the Northern Expedition.

I don't know whether it's true or not, but it's not impossible - the old marquis is also a human being, he also needs to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, so he always needs someone to make fire and cook.

However, no matter how inappropriate it was, Lao Wang did not dare to drink on the day of the giant kite's return. The superiors had to line up in order, and everyone was afraid of making mistakes and being embarrassed.

Unfortunately, what you fear will come true, and this day is destined to be not peaceful.

Old Wang craned his neck to look at the alarm whistle rising slowly into the sky, and roared hysterically: "Which little bastard who was drunk and didn't care about the weather was going to get drunk and go to your wife's bed and blow the alarm whistle? Do you really think it's a monkey that can fly into the sky?"

At the end of the underground river, there is a large pool waiting to welcome the giant kite. It is surrounded by iron bars. The iron bars were originally half-open. The soldier who was pulling the iron bolt was frightened by the sudden alarm whistle. He didn't know what had happened and dared not move again. He fastened the iron bolt again. As a result, the large iron gate was half-open and half-closed in an awkward manner, as if it was opening a gaping mouth, which just caught the giant kite's stretched-out head.

The soldiers waiting to unload the purple gold from the ship were already on full alert. Now they all looked back in confusion. The captain in charge of the baggage took out a small copper rod from his bosom and shouted at the soldier who was putting up the iron fence: "What are you daydreaming about? The giant kite is stuck and you can't see it!"

Before he finished speaking, a cluster of scorching flames suddenly burst out from the deck of the Giant Kite, and a huge white mist exploded with a "whoosh". A steel arrow as thick as an arm rushed up to the sky savagely, and amid exclamations, it hit the alarm whistle that was screaming in the air with unstoppable force.

The alarm whistle suddenly shut up, paused in the air for a moment, and fell straight down. There was silence all around at first, and then there was a loud "boom".

"Rainbow Arrow!"

"What's going on? Who activated the White Rainbow? Are the people on the ship crazy?"

"Rebellion! What are you doing?"

"Baihong" is a giant mechanical bow, which is seven meters long when fully extended. Only a behemoth like a giant kite can equip it. Such a terrible weapon is certainly not driven by human power. Under the bow is a power box of burning purple and flowing gold. When the longbow is fully charged and an arrow is shot out, it can pierce a city gate several meters wide.

It is said that when a giant kite glides across the sky and white rainbows fall down, the ground will feel like it is being punished by heaven, and even heavy armor cannot withstand it.

This change came too suddenly. Old Wang grabbed a "Clairvoyance" and stretched his neck like an old turtle, muttering, "My goodness, this is not fun anymore. Quick! Report to Lord Guo and Commander Lu, go!"

Before he finished speaking, the extinguished flaming wings on the giant kite suddenly lit up. The burning purple gold lacked preheating and let out a roar with an explosive sound. The giant kite was like a monster that had awakened.

Old Wang watched with his own eyes as the deck of the Giant Kite flipped over, and a row of soldiers in heavy armor lined up in a solemn manner. The shimmering armor was like waves on a river, and even from a long distance away, he could feel the silent sense of oppression.

The leading man pushed aside the mask of his heavy armor, revealing a face covered with scars.

Lao Wang was shocked - this is a stranger, how did he get to Giant Kite?

Scarface suddenly smiled and howled toward the sky. The howl pierced through the roar of the machinery, sounding like a wolf howl. All the heavily armored warriors behind him did the same thing as him. The wolf howls came one after another, like a pack of hungry wolves that had been wrapped up in a whole winter, greedily revealing their deadly fangs.

Someone in the crowd chasing the giant kite and watching the excitement suddenly shouted, "Barbarians!"

This really stirred up a hornet's nest.

Citizens from a dozen or so cities and villages in the surrounding area gathered here, including men, women, old and young. They all became like kicking goats, running in panic, pushing, crowding and trampling countless people. Even the horses of the soldiers on duty in the streets were neighing because of their collisions.

Lao Wang jumped onto the watchtower, drew out the spear from his waist, and raised his hand to poke at the "golden box" on the top of the tower. He knew that the golden box contained purple gold used to light the eternal lamp. If he was lucky and ignited it properly, he could blow up the top of the watchtower into the sky as an alarm.

The old soldier, who had boasted all his life, pierced a corner of the golden box with his gun, and the choking purple gold poured out. He trembled and pulled out the fire starter from his arms. Amid the wolf howling, the fire starter flicked out a few sparks and was stuffed into the golden box by the old hands.

Half of the purple gold in the golden box spilled out, and the remaining half immediately burned violently after being touched by the open flame. The ventilation hole of the lighthouse was blocked, and only a few wisps of steam came out, and it was about to explode.

The next moment, another white rainbow arrow rushed up with the force of piercing the sun and pierced Lao Wang's chest. His flesh and blood body fell apart in an instant, but the force of the white rainbow did not decrease at all, and it rushed to the edge of the watchtower with the remains of the old soldier. The tower collapsed from a great height with a loud bang, and rubble rolled all over the ground. Everyone on the ground, from officers and soldiers to civilians, fled.

At the same time, the burning golden box on the top of the tower finally rushed into the sky with a scream. An ominous purple light flashed by, and it exploded into a huge firework in mid-air, lighting up half of Yanhui City.

The messenger behind Tonghou didn't react until then, and yelled at the top of his voice: "Enemy attack - barbarians are attacking -"

The giant kite controlled by the barbarian slowly rose from the ground, and deadly white rainbow arrows fell like raindrops.

The common people fled for their lives like headless flies. The thirty-six lightly-armored cavalrymen guarding the city whizzed past the bluestone slabs that were not completely closed. All the cannons on the city walls raised their guns at the same time, aiming at the giant kite that was fluttering in the air.

The city is full of fireworks.

I saw the purple-gold carrier cabin on the giant kite opened wide, and countless Northern Barbarian soldiers descended from the sky amid the howling of wolves.

The wolves were howling, the long street was covered in blood - everything was in chaos.

The scarred man on the giant kite leaped forward, and the steam under his steel armor gushed out violently, bouncing him more than ten feet high. He jumped onto a warhorse, but the horse could not withstand the pressure of the heavy armor, and with a long neigh, its front knees broke at the same time. The knight on the horse had no time to react as the barbarian grabbed his throat and bit him hard.

The barbarian raised his head suddenly and bit off a piece of the knight's throat. Blood spurted out like oil, and the knight died without even a scream.

Scarface laughed loudly, like a devil that feeds on carrion, and swallowed the human flesh he had bitten off in two bites. Suddenly, he pursed his lips to whistle, and four or five barbarians in heavy armor came out, closely followed him, and quickly passed through the street that had turned into a hell on earth, and headed straight towards Captain Xu's house.

Armor in the army is divided into two levels, "light" and "heavy". Light armor is worn by cavalrymen and can only carry a small amount of power. Most of the power still relies on human and animal power, but it is lighter.

Heavy armor is a completely different concept. A heavy armor is as tall as two adult men. It carries a "golden box" on its back, with purple gold flowing through its joints and limbs. It can travel thousands of miles under its feet, and its arms can wield a sword weighing hundreds of pounds. It even has a short cannon on its waist. A heavy armor can sweep through thousands of enemies.

If there were heavily armored soldiers, what about cavalry, infantry, and sailors... originally, none of them were needed, but there was no other way. Heavy armor was too expensive. A box of purple gold could be burned up in three to five hours, which was about the amount in the eternal lamp on the watchtower for two years. Purple gold was the lifeblood of the country. One tael of gold on the black market might not be able to buy one tael of purple gold mixed with 70% to 80% impurities.

Even in a great country, there is only one team that can afford to support a team with full heavy armor - the Black Iron Camp of Gu Yun, the Marquis of Anding.

Where on earth did these barbarians get so much heavy armor?

The soldiers who died in vain have no time to think.

The old cook who staggered out of Xu's house happened to run into this group of evildoers. She was pressed against the wall before she could even make a sound.

The scarred barbarian rushed straight into the inner courtyard, shouting, "Hugel! Hugel!"

"Huger" - Xiuniang, of course, could no longer answer him.

The carved wooden door was kicked open by the heavily armored knight, the door hinge broke with a scream, and the door collapsed with a loud bang.

The barbarian's invincible footsteps finally stopped, and he stood in a daze in front of the door of the woman's embroidery room.

The faint scent of incense had not yet dissipated, and the room was still dimly lit. The long tasseled shadows of the hanging bed curtains were scattered on the ground. The dressing table had been tidied, and there was an open box of rouge in the corner.

A young man was kneeling in front of the bed with his back to them, and there was a shadow on the bed...it seemed that there was a person lying there.

The young man, Chang Geng, heard such a loud noise and instinctively looked back. He saw a group of terrifying barbarians breaking into his house in broad daylight. However, he was not shocked. Instead, he suddenly realized why Xiuniang wanted to die.

The fact that these barbarians were able to enter the city must have something to do with Xiuniang. Captain Xu was still on the giant kite. Perhaps because she was a traitor, she had been killed by the barbarians. She avenged her national and family hatred, and also killed the only man in the world who treated her well.

Chang Geng glanced at the barbarians indifferently, then turned around and kowtowed to the woman on the bed, as a way of repaying her for her hesitation in not killing him for so many years, and then he broke off all ties with the dead man.

After bowing, he stood up and turned to face the heavily armored warrior at the door.

The armor was as heavy as a mountain. He was just a mortal boy, like an ant trying to shake a tree. It seemed natural that he should be afraid. However, he was not. Chang Geng was not so self-righteous as to think that he could fight against so many barbarians as big as a mountain alone. He also knew that he was doomed in all likelihood, but strangely he was not afraid.

Perhaps all his fears were unleashed the moment he heard that there was a secret behind the identity of "Shen Shiliu".

The scarred barbarian looked at him, and suddenly his expression became ferocious as he remembered something: "Where's Huger?"

Chang Geng's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and he said, "I remember you. You were the one who led the wolves to snipe at me in the snow in the winter of the year before last."

A northern barbarian in heavy armor was about to step forward to grab him, but was stopped by the scarred man who raised his hand.

Scarface lowered his head, bent down awkwardly, stared at the young man in front of him whose armor didn't even reach his chest, and asked again in a strange Chinese accent: "Let me ask you, Huger, where is Xiu...Xiuniang?"

Chang Geng: "Dead."

He held the iron wrist buckle on his wrist and took a step to the side, revealing the silent body on the bed. There was a thin trace of black blood at the corner of Xiuniang's mouth, and her face was as white as snow, like a poisonous withered flower.

Several barbarians in the yard wailed and knelt down in a mess.

Scarface looked a little dazed for a moment. He slowly walked into Xiuniang's embroidery room. Although his movements were cautious, the heavy armor still left tiny cracks on the ground.

The barbarian walked to the window, stretched out his hand to support the large carved bed, but retracted his hand halfway, as if he was afraid of collapsing the bedpost.

He bent his waist wrapped in heavy armor, and the white mist behind him drifted in the small bedroom. The purple gold on the heavy armor burned quietly, making a "huffing" sound, like a dying animal.

The beast gently touched the woman's face.

I felt a cool sensation.

The scarred barbarian suddenly screamed like a wolf that had lost its mate. The next moment, the heavy armor in front of the bed began to spin at a speed that was invisible to the human eye. The churning white mist gushed out hysterically. A large mechanical hand stretched out from the middle, opened its hand, and grabbed Chang Geng.

Chang Geng's feet left the ground, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. His internal organs were knocked upside down, and he was picked up by the barbarian and slammed against the wall.

The wall was cracked.

Chang Geng could no longer hold back his blood, and it sprayed all over the scar-faced barbarian's iron arm.

He lowered his head with difficulty and met those murderous eyes.

It was the first time that Chang Geng saw such eyes, and there seemed to be a heavy smell of rust in them.

However, for some reason, in this situation where there was a huge disparity in strength, he suddenly felt the desire to fight. He did not even flinch, but stared fiercely at the barbarian in front of him.