Nanming Engineer

Chapter 62

Su Le gave an order, and the surrounding Manchurian soldiers hurriedly put their weapons on their backs and waists, and rushed to the nearly vertical rock, using both hands and feet, to climb up.

There are many stone gaps on the rocks to draw on, and there are many tree vines hanging from the top to grab. The flag soldiers are all strong and vigorous, grasping the tree vines and stepping on the rock gaps, and quickly climbed up. In the blink of an eye, Several people went up the rock halfway.

Su Le stood at the bottom, looking up and seeing his subordinates jumping up and down, their faces looked a little better. Li Tingyu, who had already obtained it just now, was so powerful that he would rather commit suicide than fall into his own hands. The annoyance caused gradually faded away a little bit.

"My lord." Fuquan also climbed up from the bottom of the small hill bag, and approached Su Le to report: "The servant has checked the package carried by the dead Nanman, and there are some cloths inside, but no gold or silver property was found."

"What?" Suler asked in surprise, turning around and staring at Fuquan: "Cloth? No gold or silver?"

"Yes, a few people found some silver coins in their arms, but the amount is very small. Compared with what we lost, it is far behind." Fuquan said.

Su Le's face suddenly turned livid again. This group of cunning Nanman must have hidden the 200 million taels of gold and silver they took from the Qing Dynasty somewhere else, and traveled lightly.He immediately regretted again, he lost the opportunity to catch Li Tingyu just now, and lost the way to force the whereabouts of the gold and silver from his mouth, this is good, who to ask?
"Where are the other Nanmans who ran away? Did you catch someone alive?" Su Le turned his gaze to the high mountains of Dabie Mountain. The crowd who had been running around all over the mountains and plains just now had already run away. The sound of shouting and cursing came, and it was obvious that the pursuit and fighting were still taking place elsewhere.

Fuquan shook his head, and said bitterly: "This group of Nanban is very tough. Either they can run faster than monkeys, and the sons can't catch up, or they have been surrounded and fought to the death, but they haven't caught a single one alive."

Su Le frowned deeply, thought for a while, turned his eyes, and looked at the stone mountain above his head. The soldiers who were still climbing on the rock shouted: "Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, the Nanman on the top of the mountain must be kept alive! One, plus ten slaves for the reward."

The soldiers attached to the rock screamed and screamed when they heard the sound. Forty slaves were a huge fortune to bring back to Liaodong, so they became more excited and energetic. They used their hands and feet to climb a little faster.The first few were already less than two feet away from the top of the mountain.

At this moment, a bare head poked out from among the rocks on the top of the mountain, looked down, and then stretched out a hand holding a shiny short knife.

Su Le put up the pergola with his hands, raised his head and saw it. He felt a thump in his heart and said, "No!" Before he could cry out, he saw the hand with a sharp knife cutting off a vine.

The soldier clinging to the vine was tall and tall, with big arms and round waist. At the critical moment when he was about to climb to the top, his whole body weight was hanging on the vine. The person was like a weight, and with a scream, he fell from a rock tens of meters high.

With a sound of "baji", a puddle of flesh-like people fell in front of Su Le, and the soldier clinging to the tree vine fell to the point where he lost all breath and was completely dead.

The other soldiers clinging to the rocks stared dumbfounded at their colleagues who had fallen into a pile of meat sauce, and were stunned, even the movement of their hands crawling involuntarily stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the bald head on the top of the mountain kept shaking back and forth, and the short knife in his hand kept slashing at the trees and vines on the rock. The soldiers hanging on the trees and vines turned into countless weights, one after another with a bang, Falling down the mountain, falling four or five times in a row, the remaining people came back to their senses, threw away the vines in a panic, grabbed the cracks in the stone with their fingers, and attached them to the mountain wall, only then did they stop the transformation into a weight. end.

Su Le stopped looking at the men who fell to his death. Without saying a word, he inserted the long knife back into his waist, jumped onto the mountain wall in two steps, turned his anger into the strength of his whole body, and climbed up without a word. Seeing this, he shouted loudly: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and wait for Mr. Suler to clear the way for you?"

Only then did the flag soldiers come to their senses, and resumed their brave appearance, scrambling to climb up.Just kidding, the boss is crawling under his feet, if he is still behind, will there be any good fruit to eat?

It's just that without the support of the trees and vines, the speed of crawling will inevitably slow down just by relying on the gaps in the stones. During the crawling process, the Qing soldiers would look up from time to time to see if anyone threw stones down. It is very uncomfortable to be hit by a stone on the ground.

The Qing soldiers were uncomfortable climbing the rocks, and Wang Huan on the top of the mountain was also uncomfortable. Just now, in a hurry, he cut off the vines with a short knife, slowing down the rhythm of the Qing soldiers coming up, but it was not the solution to the problem. It will climb up, and the top of this stone mountain is full of huge stone mountains. There is not a single piece of broken stone. If you want to find a piece to smash people, you can't find it, and you can't hold it at all.

Wang Huan rushed to the young monks in a hurry, and asked, "How is it? Is the rope connected?"

Xu Goudan didn't lift his sweaty head, and replied in a muffled voice, "It's still far away. There are too few vines and they are not long enough."

The thirteen young monks gathered together and tied the collected vines together and tied them into ropes. There were fine beads of sweat on everyone's heads. Everyone knew that now it was really a critical moment of life and death. Trapped here On the top of the mountain, which is only the size of a hall, even if the Qing soldiers below do not come up, if they guard it for ten days and a half, they will starve to death.

Wang Huan looked at the length of the rattan rope, estimated it, and said decisively: "Don't use three strands of rattan, it's too troublesome, use one rattan later to save time!"

Xu Goudan said urgently: "Wang Huan, no way, one vine is too thin to bear so many of us."

Wang Huan was sweating profusely and without saying a word, he picked up the already formed rattan rope and rushed to the cliff side of the top of the mountain in a few steps. He looked down and felt the mountain wind howling. He felt dizzy when he looked down. The trees below were small. Like bonsai, the cliff is as high as hundreds of meters.

Wang Huan didn't care too much, tied one end of the tied rattan rope with a knot, and firmly wrapped it on a huge rock as big as a millstone. Just after tying the rope, he saw a Qing soldier with his head exposed on the other side of the mountain.

The Qing soldier was a Bashiku, wearing a leather helmet and iron armor, with a long stainless steel knife in his mouth. He pressed his hand on the rock on the top of the mountain, turned over and jumped up. I arrived at a group of young monks gathered on the edge of the cliff.

Bashku was obviously stunned for a moment. He never expected that there would be a group of monks on the top of the mountain. Before he came up, he thought that there would be a few extremely powerful warriors waiting for him to fight, and he himself was ready for a fierce battle. The fighting blood in his veins was already boiling, his nose seemed to smell the smell of blood, and the muscles all over his body were throbbing, but he was waiting for such a scene in front of him.

Where did the monk come from?

Wang Huan took advantage of his stupefied moment and said anxiously: "Get down quickly!" Pulling a thin companion, he pushed him towards the rattan rope.

The little monks were already trembling with fear, and without waiting for Wang Huan to say anything else, one after another, they grabbed the rattan rope and slid down the hill. They went down two or three times in the blink of an eye. With a roar, he stepped forward and rushed towards this side.

Wang Huan's eyes turned cold, his teeth were clenched, and he was about to step forward to stop him with a dagger in his hand, but Chen Ergou grabbed him, threw him on the rattan rope, and shouted: "You can't die, let me kill you!" Come stop him!"

The rest of the young monks also stood up at the same time, although they were trembling, they stood resolutely in front of Bashiku, holding branches in their hands, and shouted in trembling voices: "Wang Huan, hurry up! "

Wang Huan's head was already burning, and he still pushed forward regardless, but Xu Goudan stopped him and hugged him, crying: "Wang Huan, let's go quickly, we can't let their death be in vain! Let's go quickly!"

Chen Ergou was also blocked by other monks. He glanced at the Qing soldier who looked like a murderous ghost, gritted his teeth, and stretched out a hand to hold Xu Goudan and Wang Huan together Hugging, freeing one hand to grab the rattan rope, closing the eyes, the three of them rushed to the bottom of the cliff and slid down!

Wang Huan was hugged tightly by the two people, unable to struggle, only had time to see the last scene on the top of the mountain, the Qing soldier Bashiku grinning, dragging his long knife sideways, and slowly approaching the remaining young monks who were surrounded by a group step by step. They walked, squinting their eyes, as if looking at a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Wang Huan closed his eyes, a string of tears flowed from his eyes, and let his body fall freely along the rattan rope, the mountain wind whistling in his ears, like weeping, tears sprinkled all over the stone wall.

(End of this chapter)