The drawings are very rigorous. It is said that 40 cm is 40 cm, not a minute or a millimeter.
The smelly wastewater flowed out of the pipes. I don’t know if Edward worked part-time in the castle to open a black workshop. Anyway, the smell was very bad.
Ye Huan's face became as green as wastewater, his eyes fixed on the pipes, and his lips were pursed without saying a word.
He Ping looked at the sky and said leisurely: "It will be dawn if it is delayed. We can only withdraw the same way. Maybe Edward will receive the news early in the morning when you meet the British princess. He will immediately move the hostages..."
Ye Huan trembled all over and looked straight at He Ping with his waist: "...Can you not get into the sewer?"
"Can't!"
"Please let me die like a hero!"
"It's a hero in the dead ditch, and I'll burn you the military merits."
"Who the hell came up with the bad idea when drilling into the sewer?" Ye Huan said sadly and angrily.
Everyone didn't say anything, and pointed at him together, laughing in a low voice.
Ye Huan sighed several times.
He often does this kind of thing digging a hole to make himself do, and he never gets tired of it. He should have been used to it long ago. Why do he have a strong sense of self-loathing and a strong urge to slap in the face every time?
"Jump just drill! I'll recognize the woman who saved me and jumped into the pit!" Ye Huan gritted his teeth and hung the mp5 submachine gun around his neck. After checking the equipment, he ignored the suffocating stench emitted from the sewer.
The waist then drilled into it.
Before his head got into the pipe, Ye Huan turned around and stared at He Ping: "Captain, if your sister has not grown into your virtue, I will make her happy when she turns back!"
Not daring to look at He Ping's fire-breathing gaze, Ye Huan slid into the pipe.
The three jackals looked at He Ping's tiny face and smiled secretly. The only one in the Blue Sword Team, Ye Huan, dared to talk to the captain like this in front of him.
Staring at the pipe entrance angrily, He Ping was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "I really want to shoot a shuttle into the sewer..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Huan moved in the pipeline so quickly that he was much faster...
With the sewer, He Ping changed his action plan. Ye Huan sneaked into the castle from the sewer and checked the drawings. The sewer just led to the drainage channel outside the main building of the castle, which was about ten meters away from the main building. The defense of this castle
The form is loose inside and tight outside, so it is not difficult to sneak into the castle.
He Ping and the others launched an attack on the front, attracting all the armed personnel and firepower to the front door, so that Ye Huan can rescue the hostages.
The plan is good, but... the sewer is really smelly!
Ye Huan crawled inside while holding his breath. What an inhuman life experience is this? When I get old, I have to write a memoir.
He was complaining, but Ye Huan's movements did not stop at all.
The heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out of the chest.
Every step further, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the tree...
After the past year, he has changed a lot. What about Qiaomu? Has she changed? Is she doing this year well? Has Edward hurt her?
Too many things to ask, too many worries could not be over, Ye Huan endured the stench of dizziness in the pipe and crawled forward step by step.
The sewer is very long, about 300 meters, and Ye Huan was walking smoothly. Perhaps when the castle was designed for drainage system projects, the diameter of the pipe was based on the physique of European men. They did not expect that this omission would cause an oriental man to do so.
After picking up the cheap, he could actually get into the inside from the pipe. Edward, who was pampered, obviously would not think of that aspect. A nobleman like him felt inferior to the dirty things even when he thought about them. Naturally, he could not think of them.
Someone actually crawled out from there.
After crawling for about forty minutes, Ye Huan finally saw a trace of light in front of the dark pipe, which was silver-white moonlight.
Ye Huan felt ecstatic, Damn, this smelly ditch has finally reached its end!
The closer to the exit, Ye Huan dared to be careless. The speed of crawling was much lower. His knees moved forward carefully in the wastewater of the pipe, trying not to make any sound. Otherwise, if the enemy was attracted to call the pipe, he
There is no place to escape.
After finally climbing to the exit, Ye Huan did not come out for the time being, but held his breath and listened carefully to the footsteps near the exit. He waited patiently for about five minutes. After confirming that there was no sound outside, Ye Huan quietly poked his head out.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside, Ye Huan had the urge to cry. It turned out that he was so pure and careless. A sip of fresh air could make him so touched...
I decided to donate five million to the Beijing Sanitation Bureau after returning to China, especially those sanitation workers who dig out the sewer, and reward them with a heavy reward!
After a few breaths, Ye Huan quietly crawled out of the pipe. When he looked down, he saw that he was dirty all over, his camouflage combat uniform was covered in mud, and he emitted a strong stench, which was within a few meters.
Can smell it.
Ye Huan frowned.
I'm not afraid of being dirty. Anyway, he is not a person who loves cleaning. It's common for him to not take a bath for ten days and half a month. What's scary is the smell on his body. He will sneak into the main building of the castle soon. If he just goes in,
In less than half a minute, the people in the castle will smell it. If you find it, it will be a stupid joke to sneak in. Therefore, this stinky set of clothes must not be worn into the castle. Wear it.
It's a way to die.
Ye Huan lowered his head and thought for a while, a hint of sadness gradually floated in his eyebrows.
Is it...are you going to fight with your bare ass again?
Will it be too perverted if you get naked every time you fight?
After hesitating and struggling for a while, Ye Huan finally gritted his teeth and took off! The soldiers are not afraid of death, but are they afraid of bare butts? Everything is for Qiao Mu.
When he flashed to an uninhabited corner outside the main building, Ye Huan took off his clothes with a rustling sound. This time he was more restrained and at least he had a pair of shorts.
So, a white figure trembled in the cold wind holding a gun, wearing only a pair of pink shorts, a belt around her waist, and was covered with mobile equipment, such as grenades and night vision goggles
, military daggers, etc.
He looked down at his appearance, and even he couldn't stand it.
"Bah, I'm so shameless!" Ye Huan's face was stained with stigma and scolded herself with anger.
He did not prepare communication equipment to contact He Ping and the others, for fear that there were instruments in the castle to monitor the mysterious band and then alarm the snake, so Ye Huan had to act alone, which required him and his comrades outside to cooperate tacitly.
After estimating the time, the time to launch the attack was only about 20 minutes short of He Ping's appointment. In other words, Ye Huan must find Qiao Mu within 20 minutes, or... directly kill Edward.
Time was tight, and Ye Huan checked his equipment and hugged. Under the night, a white body flashed quietly into the main building of the castle like a spirit cat.
There were two guards in the main building, sitting lazily on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, watching TV with a sleepy look on their faces.
I guess they didn't expect that someone could sneak in here without knowing it, so they were very alert, and they were a bit like the Japanese puppet army guarding the artillery tower back then.
The two guards turned their backs to the door, Ye Huan tiptoed toward him, and murderous intent rose in his eyes. Then he thought that if these two guys were killed, it would be impossible to protect the bodies of them. It is not appropriate to kill them in such a conspicuous place in the main building lobby.
.
With his eyes rolling, Ye Huan picked up a stone from the ground and threw it out the door. Then he hid in the back of a huge antique clock cabinet beside him like lightning. The stone fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, and the two guards were stunned.
I immediately looked at each other alertly, got up and ran to the door to check.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Huan flashed and ran quickly towards the stairs on the second floor. As soon as he stepped up a few steps, the two guards had already returned with a relaxed look on their faces.
Ye Huan smiled secretly. The idiot foreigner must have never read Sun Tzu's Art of War. Even such a simple lure away from the mountain was fooled. China's grandson was dedicated to treating you foreign grandsons.
The second floor was also quiet. Ye Huan tiptoed up, but saw two guards standing at the corner of the stairs on the second floor. Ye Huan's eyelids twitched, and now he couldn't avoid it.
With a slight tide in his heart, Ye Huan simply went up to face, pulled out his military dagger, walked carefully to the corner, took a deep breath, and then the dagger swung out like lightning, and a cold light passed by, a guard covered his neck with his hands,
His eyes were wide open, looking at him with horror, but blood kept spurting out of his fingers, trying to make a sound and scream, but found that his throat had been cut off, and he could not shout at all except for his desperate hissing.
Let's write a word.
Another guard, who was just a few feet apart, saw a piece of white flesh popping out and killing a companion. Even if he was stunned, he probably didn't expect that there would suddenly be a piece of extra in the heavily guarded castle main building.
He could kill people... meat, but in just one second, he sent him to hell.
Ye Huan succeeded with a blow, but his body did not stop and quickly rushed up. With a wave of the dagger, another guard had no time to pull out the pistol at his waist, but his throat had been cut by Ye Huan.
He killed two people in five seconds, and his movements were neat and beautiful.
——But the image was a bit bad. The two guards didn't close their eyes until death, and their eyes were filled with deep doubts and reluctance.
No matter who is cut off his throat by a piece of white flesh and is killed in a mess, he will be unwilling to accept it.
Ye Huan didn't care about so much, it was not the first time he killed people. Now he has already developed a heart of iron. Life on the battlefield cannot be considered human life, so he can only treat them as pigs.
I was too lazy to clean up the body, and since I had made a move, I didn't plan to hide my traces anymore.
According to Princess Ginny, Qiaomu was locked in a room on the second floor. Ye Huan, who was extremely calm when he just killed someone, felt his heartbeat was much faster now.
It may be only one step away from success.
Which room is Qiao Mu in?
Ye Huan looked at it anxiously. There were rooms on both sides, and there were about twenty rooms in a long row. Which one was Qiao Mu?
When he saw the time, it was only five minutes before He Ping launched a frontal attack. Ye Huan gritted his teeth and looked for it one by one.
Carrying a gun, Ye Huan opened the first door on the left with a fierce look. As soon as the door opened, Ye Huan's fierce momentum was hit hard, and he even felt a sense of despair of crying but no tears.
In the room, about one or two dozen burly men were silently wiping guns, and the picture was spectacular...
Seeing a pile of white flesh breaking in with a gun, the big men looked at him in shock.
silence……
Ye Huan squeezed out a smiley face that was even worse than crying: "...I just took a shower in your bathroom and came out to borrow some soap and I won't bother you."
Facing the shocked gazes of the men, Ye Huan closed the door with tears in her eyes, showing a very good manner.
Immediately afterwards, there was a chaotic gunshot, and the wooden door was shot through countless holes by the big men.
Ye Huan ran away with tears in her head...
What luck do I have to do with this!
The gunshots sounded, and Ye Huan's infiltration was over. He was almost no different from a mouse crossing the street. He ran wildly in the corridor on the second floor. A group of burly men behind him shot and chased him. Ye Huan rolled in and out.
I don’t know how far I had climbed, but he ran a circle on the entire back-shaped corridor on the second floor of the castle, and the guys behind him were still chasing him.
Just as he was about to despair, a mess of gunfire sounded outside the castle.
The big men who were chasing Ye Huan were stunned and then felt that something was wrong, so they divided up more than half of their men and ran downstairs, leaving a few big men... continuing to chase Ye Huan.
When Ye Huan heard the gunshots coming from outside, he was overjoyed. He Ping and the others finally launched an attack. Fortunately, it was not too late, otherwise he would have really become a martyr.
There were several people behind him chasing him. Ye Huan grinned, ran a few steps and suddenly fell to the ground. A string of flames spurted out from the MP5 submachine gun, and ruthlessly knocked several big men to the ground.
The people who chased him were dealt with, and the second floor fell into a brief silence.
"Qiaomu!" Ye Huan shouted loudly.
"Qiaomu, where are you? I am Ye Huan, I... am here to pick you up home!"
After walking a few steps, Ye Huan suddenly stopped in front of a vermilion-red room door.
A strange feeling appeared in his heart, perhaps because of the spiritual wisdom that had been cultivated for many years, or because he felt the familiar aura, Ye Huan calmed down, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently pushed open the door.
The flowers inside the door are elegantly decorated. Nan Qiaomu was wearing a ground-length white dress, her hair was softly draped to her shoulders. She turned her back to the windowsill in the room. The bright moonlight outside the window was softly scattered on her body.
A trace of dew does not touch a grain of mortal world, like a holy angel that is coming to this sad but still full of hope.
Qiao Mu stood by the window, Ye Huan stood at the door. None of them took a step, just looked at each other with a smile, but tears fell like a sudden rain.
Separation is like a poem, gathering is like a song, after separation for years, can you be safe?
The beautiful body trembled slightly. Qiaomu looked at the familiar face in front of him that was deeply imprinted in his heart, and couldn't help but choke and make a sound.
"Ye Huan, you have lost weight. Have you suffered a lot this year? My heart hurts so much..."