Fu Huaigu was worried. He heard that someone in the city fired a cold arrow. What he was so awful? What he feared most was not the lack of clothes and food, but the depressed morale and mutiny in the camp.

There are four factors in this low morale: one is long-term sleepiness and no help, one is rampant of plague, one is killing people to make food, and the other is that there is change in the city.

If someone in this city fires a cold arrow and has not been caught, it will be a life-threatening person. Everyone is in danger, for fear that someone will come to me to sleep at night and eat. Over time, there is still a lot of morale in the team?

So Fu Huaigu immediately went to the city wall to investigate. He carefully observed and asked the wounded soldiers, but he always felt something was wrong, because no matter what, there was no shooting angle in the city. Judging from his years of experience in leading troops, this cold arrow was definitely not shot from the city.

But what if it's shooting outside the city?

It is still a matter of years of experience. Seeing the enemy camp in the distance, the distance was three or five hundred feet away. Even the Legend of the Condor Heroes did not have the ability to shoot at the top of the city at that place.

There is no cover under the city wall ahead, so where did the crossbow shoot?

Fu Huaigu stood on the city wall and watched, suddenly he heard a whoosh. Then he felt a sharp pain coming. He looked down and found that a crossbow arrow was inserted into his arm...

So fucking hurts...

But as the head coach, he had to endure even if he had a cold sweat in the pain, and quickly took a few steps back and left the city tower surrounded by soldiers.

"Rise the shield! Raise the shield!"

With the roar of anger when he left, the soldiers on the city wall quickly raised their shields. Seeing this scene, Song Beiyun turned to the soldier who was opening the market helplessly spread his hands: "Oh, I have nothing to play."

"well……"

The soldiers who lost money were dejected and were very excited to win money. But what made them even happier was that Yun Shuai's crossbow was too strong, right?

That's three or five hundred feet away. This arrow shot can still hurt the enemy's power. If it's within a hundred feet, then it's not what you mean to hit?

This thing is a baby...super baby.

"By the way, this thing has to be kept secret. If you don't keep it secret, just wait for this thing to ejaculate in your chest that day."

This was not something Song Beiyun scared them. Although this composite crossbow is advanced, it is not impossible to imitate. As long as there is a little bit of a master with greater ability, you can figure out its principles.

The materials on the top can be replaced. Even if they are not as good as Song Beiyun, they will still have enough power if they are made.

These soldiers are not stupid either, so they naturally know this truth. After all, if this thing is lost, the first one who dies is not guaranteed to be himself.

After verifying the strength of the new equipment, Song Beiyun was quite happy. This thing can be equipped on a large scale, especially a composite crossbow. It will be further modified and strengthened at that time, mainly to complete the improvement of the ammunition speed and replacement parts. Then the infantry can fully achieve the effect of a positional battle in the first battle, and then it will be equipped with cannons...

Perfect!

However, correspondingly, the musket system is still to be developed. After all, the crossbow arrow is a crossbow arrow. If it holds it to death, it will touch the butt of the hot weapon. If it wants to compete with the real hot weapon, it will not even be able to carry its shoes.

But even so, even a little bit of improvement and innovation is actually no less than a super earthquake for this era of slow technological progress. For example, from no stirrups to stirrups, from no steel to steel.

At the other side, Hengyang Guardian Fu Huaigu was lying in the room. A doctor was carefully cutting the wound and taking out the crossbow arrow. During this process, Fu Huaigu bit the towel, his face pale and sweating all over.

The severe pain left him in a semi-confused state, while the crossbow arrow embedded in the flesh ruthlessly bit his flesh and blood.

"Master, you have to hold it back."

After the doctor finished speaking, he pulled out a crossbow arrow that was still stuck in blood and flesh. Fu Huaigu let out a wail from his throat. The man fainted from the pain. The doctor quickly applied a golden sore medicine to him and bandaged it.

"Doctor, how about the Grand Marshal?"

When he walked out of the room, the soldiers under Fu Huaigu asked nervously, and the doctor just sighed: "Now, whether the medicine in the city can overcome the tribulation depends on the commander himself."

"Hey! Damn Song Gou!" The general cursed angrily: "If Song Bing hadn't attacked, how could this happen!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. When he thought about the fact that the general had made such a mess when he was dealing with the matter of shooting arrows on the city, he walked out with anger and scolded the commander in charge of the security in the city on the spot. Because he was excited, he said a lot of unpleasant words.

The commander felt wronged but couldn't say anything, but he didn't expect that Fu Huaigu's confidant would curse him harder and he slapped the commander and said in the face: "If there is another next time, I will definitely move your head!"

The commander did not dare to say much, so he could only wait silently for the other party to vent his temper, and then retreated silently. However, when the general thought of Fu Huaigu's injuries, his heart was even more turbulent and he walked out with a knife.

After he went out, he killed several patrol managers, and then whipped the deputy general who was rotating in the city defense for twenty whips. He scolded the useless before returning to Fu Huaigu to wait.

At this time, Fu Huaigu had already started to have a fever. He closed his eyes tightly, his forehead and face were covered with sweat, and his body became red due to the fever. The people who served him around him kept wiping his body, but it seemed that there was not much effect.

As the sky gradually became night, Fu Huaigu began to speak nonsense. From time to time, he would wave his still-moving arm, as if he was going to catch something, but in the end he still let it go softly.

Seeing that the former general who had galloped on the battlefield has now become like this, the general who was a close confidant was completely in unreasonable anger.

He walked back and forth in front of the hall, and as soon as the doctor came out of it once, he would ask the doctor about the situation.

But... the situation is really bad. If Fu Huaigu's high fever had not yet subsided before dawn, his life would be in danger, and the herbs in the city were insufficient...

"No, I will take people out!" The general of the gang said angrily: "I must fight for a bloody path, at least I must save the general's life."

After saying that, he turned around and went out again. As the deputy general, when Fu Huaigu was away, he was the biggest man. He immediately ordered his troops and was about to go out of the city to attack Song Beiyun's troops so that he could fight a bloody path.

"Open the city gate!"

"Sorry, General Xue Shen, no one can leave the city without the order of the commander!"

The city gate guard stood there and looked at him condescendingly, with a firm look: "Even if you are the same, we only believe in the Grand Marshal!"

"Bastard! Open your eyes and see who I am!"

"See, but even you need to have the oral order of the Grandmaster, this is the command of the Grandmaster!"

The general waved the whip in his hand and pointed at the city wall: "Bastard! I think you want to surrender to the Song army!"

"Hahaha, General Xue Shen, it seems that who wants to join Song?"

One stood by the city gate, the other was anxious to seek medical treatment. The two sides gathered together, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

This general cannot say that Fu Huaigu was injured and unconscious. The reason is actually the same as Song Beiyun's inability to get sick. Whoever has lost his backbone in front of the two armies will be cleared directly from his organization and morale.

So at this moment, even the general of ginseng was anxious but could only keep his mouth shut. But if he delayed it any longer, he could not break through and get medicine for Fu Huaigu, I'm afraid...

"You can't open it!"

His tone became impatient, while the man on the city tower was also stubborn. After hearing this threatening sentence, he raised his hand: "Put the bow!"

The soldiers who were originally guarding the city turned all the way, and the bows and arrows pointed at the soldiers below. Until then, a follower under Fu Huaigu ran over and shouted hurriedly: "The general has an order, no internal strife!"

After seeing the man, General Ginseng snorted coldly and turned his horse to leave the base of the city wall, and the guard on the city wall also turned his face coldly.

General Gan returned to the Grand Marshal's Mansion quickly. When he saw Fu Huaigu, he still had a high fever, but his consciousness was much clearer than before. After seeing the General Gan, Fu Huaigu sighed and said softly, "I knew you would do that, don't be impatient."

"Master..." The tears of the gangster general flowed out from the corners of his eyes: "But your illness..."

"Do your best and know your destiny..." Fu Huaigu trembled and asked someone to help him sit up: "Since God has caused me to be injured by the ravine, this is my destiny. If I can't do it, you will take charge of...Ship seal..."

"Master!" The general of the ginseng was already crying: "You must hold on! I am willing to get medicine for you, even if my life is exchanged."

Fu Huaigu shook his head gently, but before he could speak again, he fainted again. The general of the ginseng walked forward and was at a loss...

"Doctor!!!"

Called the doctor and the general sternly strangled his neck: "If you can't save the Grand Marshal! Next year and today will be your death!"

The doctor was helpless, but at this time of siege, he had no good prescription...

The sky was getting brighter outside, and Fu Huaigu seemed to be getting weaker. The fatigue of these days and the arrow wounds of yesterday made this veteran in his sixties unable to withstand it.

At this moment, Song Beiyun woke up because the bed was too hard to sleep. He sat outside and pulled out a few black taro eggs from the stove last night, and came to the door to eat while enjoying the sunrise.

Xiaoyu appeared beside him at some point. Song Beiyun looked at him and smiled: "Littleyu, if you are a girl, you are really beautiful."

"This..." Xiaoyu smiled a little embarrassedly: "What about the next life?"

"Hahahaha... OK." Song Beiyun smiled and ate a taro: "By the way, I didn't finish talking to you yesterday. Didn't you ask me why I have wind, cold, dry and hot symptoms after being injured? Come on, let me tell you what infection is."
Chapter completed!