Liu Qishi patted the soldier beside him, smiled faintly, followed Guo Dajing's example, and sneaked away.
"I can't see it anymore." Zhang Pan took a long breath and his tone became relaxed.
Among the snow, withered grass, snow packs, and snow nests, Guo Dajing's figure could no longer be found. This kind of stealth and concealment was really reassuring.
"Tulushi died unjustly." Liu Xingzuo showed a smile and praised: "Guo Dajing was born to be late at night and an excellent sneak hunter."
The generals were still looking for him with wide eyes, but apart from the clumsy figures of the sharp knife team that followed, Guo Dajing could no longer be seen.
Silence and stillness prevailed, with only the whistling of the cold wind. While admiring, everyone became nervous again, fearing that the sharp knife team members would drag down Guo Dajing.
But their worries were somewhat unnecessary. Guo Dajing was willing to accept such deployment and arrangements, and had already figured out the enemy's patrol patterns in the city.
Especially in the second half of the night, the enemy's patrols seemed very lax, and the interval was enough for these thirty people to sneak close to the city.
"The one under the city..." Zhang Pan's eyesight was very good. Through his narrowed eyes, he saw the vaguely moving figure under the city. "It's Guo Dajing. He has already arrived."
Liu Xingzuo nodded and said: "So fast! He is going to climb the city."
That's right, Guo Dajing started to climb the city.
He inserted two truncated steel bars into the gaps in the city wall, alternating left and right. At first, his body was suspended in the air, hanging purely by the strength of his arms. Then he stepped on the unevenness of the wall bricks, and his speed increased.
This is the safest way to climb the city. You don't have to worry about throwing the hook on the top of the city to attract the enemy's attention. People on the city won't notice anyone climbing the city unless they stick their heads out of the city wall.
Liu Qishi lay in the snow and watched with wide eyes as Guo Dajing climbed higher and higher on the city wall. He did not expect Guo Dajing to be so powerful. In comparison, his two moves were nothing to mention.
The city wall, which is more than five meters high, is indeed not very tall compared to the Central Plains. Guo Dajing's seemingly thrilling performance did not take too long.
Holding the entrance of the battlement with his hands, Guo Dajing pulled himself up, quickly glanced left and right, then kicked off his feet, put his left elbow on it, reached forward with his right hand, grabbed the city wall to use force, rushed up, and rolled sideways.
, turned over to the city.
"Okay." Zhang Pan clenched his fist, waved it vigorously, turned around and ordered: "Get ready to attack the city."
Liu Xingzuo breathed a sigh of relief. The operation was almost half successful, and the certainty of victory increased to 70%.
Time was short, and two ropes were hung from the top of the city. Liu Qishi smiled bitterly, jumped up from the snow nest, ran up quickly, grabbed the rope and climbed up.
At this time, there was no need for his two moves. With the rope, who would bother to bother? With Guo Dajing performing in front of him, he would be embarrassed to show off his ugliness.
Liu Qishi climbed up to the top of the city and saw that Guo Dajing had thrown off his disguise and was dressed in the clothes of a Jianlu, with a leather hat on his head.
Grinning silently, Liu Qishi also took off his disguise, tied the rope around his waist to the battlement, and threw it off.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, distanced themselves on the city wall, both as a warning and to make space for the soldiers who followed.
The soldiers of the Sharp Saber Team climbed up to the top of the city one by one, followed the example of Guo Dajing and Liu Qishi, and turned into prisoners or barbers. They also hung the ropes they carried down the city wall. Then they huddled behind the city wall, pretending to be sleeping and resting.
There were more and more ropes, and the speed of climbing up the city became faster and faster. When all thirty people were on the city, the operation to seize the door began.
Several people were left here, with Liu Qishi taking the lead, followed by Guo Dajing, who led more than 20 people along the city wall towards the south gate.
"Go!" Liu Xingzuo waved his hand and took the lead, followed closely by a hundred commandos, who quickly rushed toward the city wall.
At this time, Zhang Pan had already rushed outside the south gate, leading the main force, hiding in the woods and behind the snow hills, nervously waiting for the city gate to open.
Liu Qishi led a fake inspection team as he walked struttingly on the city wall. A fire was burning in the lee of the city. The defenders were sitting or standing around to keep warm. The voices of voices could be heard from time to time.
From what I heard, I knew that the shavers were the main ones. It was freezing cold and windy and snowy, so of course it was them who did the hard work of defending the city. And the builders would also pay a bloody price for their comfort and negligence.
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Although there were shaved men on duty outside the city, they were not nervous at all, let alone responsible, and were not alert to the leisurely footsteps on the city.
There were only a few sentries on the city wall, either huddled under the city wall to take shelter from the wind and snow, or surrounding the small fire on the city wall to keep warm.
A sentry with his neck hunched and holding a spear appeared in front of him. Liu Qishi took the initiative and asked in a deep voice in Manchu: "Is there anything unusual?"
The sentry quickly stood up straight and replied: "Sir, everything is normal."
Liu Qishi snorted, walked over with his head held high, and passed by the sentry.
There was a flash of cold light, and then Guo Dajing, who was walking by, suddenly made a move, grabbed the sentry's neck with his left hand, inserted the dagger in his hand into his chest, and stirred with force on his wrist.
The sentry opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Guo Dajing. Then he turned up and his body collapsed.
Guo Dajing slowly released his strength as the sentry fell, and sat the body against the city wall. Then he took out his dagger, took two steps, and followed Liu Qishi.
Liu Qishi turned his head and glanced, then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
Soldiers passed by the bodies with their heads hanging down one after another, their eyes involuntarily stopping for a moment.
Gulu! Someone swallowed hard, the sound was so loud that even he was surprised.
Another sentry appeared in front, hiding behind the city wall and taking a breather. When he heard the footsteps, he quickly got up and stood up.
Liu Qishi repeated his old tricks and frightened this guy. Guo Dajing then took action and solved the problem cleanly and accurately, as if a machine was running according to a fixed program.
A larger fire appeared in front, and there were several sentries in the simple city gate building surrounding the fire to keep warm.
Liu Qishi's hand pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist. He might not be able to get through this. It was impossible to deal with these sentries silently.
"Is there anything unusual?" Liu Qishi choked up at the Manchu voice coming from the other side. He was already about to say his lines!
Liu Qishi rolled his eyes and responded angrily in Manchu: "Everything is normal."
Walking closer, Liu Qishi, Guo Dajing and others also saw the enemy's appearance clearly under the light of the fire.
A Jianlu stood up from the chair next to the fire, and several other sentries also cast their eyes on this small team, which was obviously more numerous than the sentries.
"You-" Jianlu frowned, doubts flashing in his eyes, but he still hesitated to make a decision.
Liu Qishi asked in a deep voice: "Kill?"
"Kill!" Guo Dajing burst out one word from between his teeth, which was enough for the people behind him to hear.
"Stop!" Jianlu's doubts turned into vigilance, and he pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.