Fletcher's Descent into the Abyss Chapter 167

The night sky is dark and starless. Liu'er breathed out white air between breaths, and he could no longer tell whether he was dead or alive. He hangs here, like a rag in the wind, as light as a feather.

Jida did not step on the crossbow. He pushed aside his subordinates to check, and continued to ask questions in Biansha dialect. They were not familiar with these heavy ordnance, so his subordinates called a few bandits to take a look. Jida unscrewed the water bag and drank water, standing shirtless in the cold night and waiting.

The old man was afraid that he would be affected by the six ears, so he lay on the ground and did not dare to move. He stared at the trampled mud puddle on the ground and saw the mud inside trembling faintly. He thought it was because he was breathing too fast, so he covered his mouth and nose with both hands. Unexpectedly, the trembling not only did not stop, but became more obvious.

Jida was the first to notice something was wrong. He stopped drinking water, listened attentively for a while, then suddenly threw away the water bag and said loudly: "There is a cavalry------!"

But it was too late. The Libei Iron Cavalry, which had been crawling in the dark for half the night, was like a tiger that jumped out. It hit the carriage beside Jeddah and turned over with a crash. The horses neighed in fright and were dragged to the ground by the carriage weighing a hundred kilograms. The crossbow on the bed splashed mud. The carriages next to the old department also moved, and several heavy carriages collided with each other in an irregular manner, causing people to flip over.