"It seems that my method of using crossbows to shoot grappling hooks is somewhat effective."

Jiang Qingwan, however, was not so optimistic.

"The hit rate is too low, it's only suitable for surprise attacks. If it's a head-on confrontation, the enemy won't give you that chance."

Luo Jiu was somewhat dejected and looked down at the disc.

The disc was very large, taking up almost half of the carriage.

Upon closer inspection, there were actually eight knives.

His brow furrowed even more as he looked at it.

"It can actually combine eight swords?"

Li Dou craned his neck to look inside.

Seeing the blood on the tip of the knife, I felt a chill run down my spine. Some vague memories were churning wildly in my mind, but I couldn't remember anything.

Wang Hao, clutching his stomach, sat down in the carriage. After glancing at Lian'er, who was completely helpless and carrying a red fox, he rolled his eyes.

In his eyes, women were mostly a burden.

A woman who has no skills and only knows how to indulge in romantic love is a burden.

Lian'er tugged at Li Dou's arm, her voice very soft.

"Should we bandage him up?"

Wang Hao refused without hesitation.

"No need. The battlefield is a place for killing enemies; swords and spears have no eyes. This is not a place for leisure!"

Lian'er didn't understand Yin Yang's words, and Li Dou naturally couldn't either, so they both obediently nodded.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"He's amazing that he didn't faint despite such serious injuries."

Wang Hao rolled his eyes to the sky again.

Jiang Qingwan lifted the curtain in another carriage and looked out at the dark street. No lights were on in any of the doors or windows; they all seemed to be asleep.

The heavy stench of blood in the air had already permeated half the street.

She lowered the curtain, feeling a little heavy-hearted.

The motorcade had just arrived at the council hall when it was already brightly lit.

Clearly, the commotion on the city wall had reached them. A deputy general was gathering troops to prepare to go there when he saw a convoy entering, and they all turned to look.

When Qinghui helped Jiang Qingwan down from the carriage.

Mo Yunhan was just coming out of the room when their eyes met, and the man's face instantly turned ashen.

"Who told you to come to a place like this?"

From the side room, Qin Minglang also came out wearing an outer robe. Seeing Jiang Qingwan, who looked like a fairy in the moonlight, he couldn't help but call out to her.

"Wanwan".

This single sentence, brimming with emotion, suddenly froze the atmosphere in the courtyard.