What rope bridge?!
All that could be seen were a few broken, wet vines, swaying forlornly in the howling wind of the ravine!
The bottomless, murky stream roared and surged beneath our feet, creating a deafening roar!
Jiang Chan stood at the edge of the ravine, the howling wind whipping up the hem of her tattered old coat.
Take a deep breath.
Jiang Chan made a clenched fist in the air with her right hand and pulled out a strangely shaped metal object from her space. It was completely black with cold, hard lines. The front end was a triangular spearhead with sharp barbs, and the back was connected to a neatly coiled, tough rope.
Grappling hook gun!
She leaned back slightly, her right arm muscles tensed instantly, and with an extremely smooth and explosive throwing motion, she hurled the grappling hook gun toward the huge rocky platform on the opposite bank!
Waaah—!
The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp!
The grappling hook and rope drew a sharp straight line, crossing the ravine more than ten feet wide with perfect precision!
Clang! Snap!
The crisp sound of metal striking rock rang out clearly!
The barb, propelled by immense inertia, slammed into a crevice in the rocks on the opposite bank, instantly taut the rope behind it!
Jiang Chan flicked her wrist and pulled sharply to test the stability of the grappling hook.
It didn't budge an inch!
The whole process took no more than two or three breaths!
She grabbed the taut rope with lightning speed and secured it, then took out a wide and sturdy canvas strap from her storage space and placed it on the rope.
Then, she grabbed the ends of the canvas strap with both hands, swung her body lightly, and planted her feet firmly on the edge of the cliff, her whole body like a bow ready to be released!
Jiang Chan pushed off with both legs with tremendous force!
laugh--!
The canvas straps rubbed against the ropes, producing a sharp, teeth-grinding sound!
Jiang Chan's body shot off like an arrow, using the momentum of her fall and the sliding of the canvas belt to glide at high speed along the taut rope toward the platform on the opposite bank!
The wind howled in her ears, the roar of the stream was left at her feet, and she could even clearly see the turbid, churning waves below the rope.
But her body was unusually stable, her core strength was taut, and there was no swaying at all.
The zipline is incredibly fast!
Jiang Chan's figure disappeared swiftly into the distance like a flying bird.
Slide to the middle of the rope and slow down slightly.
laugh--!
Zipline all the way to the bottom!
Jiang Chan landed precisely on the solid rock platform on the opposite bank!
The enormous impact was easily neutralized by her clean and swift forward roll.
He got up unharmed, only covered in dust.
He raised his hand, decisively untied the canvas strap, and casually tossed it into the storage space.
Then, she reached out and grasped the end of the grappling hook that was deeply embedded in the rock, twisting, pulling, and swinging her wrist with force.
Click!
The grappling hook fell with a thud, but she easily retrieved it.
The rope was coiled up and, along with the grappling hook gun, was put back into the space.
The entire movement was fluid and graceful.
After doing all this, she dusted herself off and turned her gaze to the mountains and fields beyond the ravine.
The system map in my mind unfolded clearly, with a striking green path winding forward, pointing to the outline of the gray-black military camp, which resembled a lurking behemoth.
The distance is not far.
She took a step, following the directional sign, and headed towards her destination with steady yet quick strides.
A mountain breeze swept by, ruffling the hem of her tattered clothes, her silhouette appearing exceptionally upright and sharp in the gradually brightening morning light.
The gray-black military camp gate revealed its cold, hard outline in the morning mist, with towering sentry towers.
Two guards, armed with spears, stood like gatekeepers, their sharp eyes scanning the open field ahead.
Jiang Chan's figure emerged steadily from the swirling morning mist, stepping onto the rammed earth road leading to the gate.
She walked steadily and at full speed, heading straight for the gate of the military camp.
His old coat was torn in several places and covered with mud and withered leaves. His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead. There were several dried scratches and stains on his face. He looked disheveled, but his steps were firm and his eyes were calm and sharp, without the slightest panic.
"Halt! This is military camp, no trespassing allowed!" The guard on the left stepped forward abruptly, his long spear's sharp blade pointing diagonally at the ground, and shouted sternly to stop them.
Another guard had his hand on the hilt of his sword, eyeing the suddenly appearing, ragged intruder warily.
Jiang Chan stopped steadily a few feet away from the gate.
Without the slightest hesitation or explanation, she swiftly reached her right hand into her bosom.
The next moment, she held up a perfectly preserved scroll of jute paper!
At the top of the scroll, three blood-stained, stiff feathers shone brightly in the dim morning light!
"Urgent dispatch! Military intelligence from the Three Feathers! Delivered by Zhang Xiaohe, a courier at Qingshan Post Station!" Her voice was not loud, hoarse from the long journey, but exceptionally clear and steady, carrying a force that pierced through the morning mist. "You cannot afford to delay military intelligence!"
"Three Feathers!" The guard captain's pupils suddenly contracted, and the wariness on his face instantly turned into solemnity and horror!
He knew perfectly well what that symbol represented!
"Report to the warlord's personal guard immediately! Quickly!" He abruptly withdrew his long spear and shouted urgently to his companion.
The other guard turned around and rushed into the gate as fast as he could.
The guard captain's eyes were fixed on Jiang Chan and the official documents in her hand.
Jiang Chan held the scroll steadily, motionless like a sculpture, with only the slight rise and fall of her chest indicating her previous exertion.
She remained silent, simply waiting.
The atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.
Heavy footsteps soon came from inside the door.
Several heavily armored guards escorted a middle-aged officer in captain's uniform with a resolute face as he strode out.
The captain's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, instantly locked onto the scroll and the three bloody feathers.
"Present!" The command was brief and forceful.
Jiang Chan then lowered her arm and handed the scroll to the nearby guard.
The guard took it with both hands and quickly presented it to the captain.
The captain did not open it immediately, but carefully examined the wax seal on the scroll—although it was covered with mud, the key outline of the seal and the integrity of the wax seal were still intact.
He twitched his fingertips slightly, untied the rope, and carefully unfolded a corner of the scroll, his gaze sweeping over the specific secret mark and the opening content.
His expression suddenly became even more solemn, and a hint of shock even flashed across his face!
"Send it to the Commander-in-Chief for his personal review immediately! No delays allowed!" the captain ordered decisively, his tone urgent.
A guard took the scroll and rushed into the heart of the camp.
The captain's gaze returned to Jiang Chan, filled with scrutiny and inquiry.
"Zhang Xiaohe? A courier from Qingshan Post Station? Why was it you who delivered it? Why are you in such a state? Where are the courier's identification number and the horse's documents?" A series of questions were posed, the tone carrying an unquestionable authority.
Jiang Chan lowered her head slightly, her voice remaining calm. "Reporting to Your Excellency, my elder brother Zhang Dashan has suddenly fallen ill and is unable to deliver the documents. The deadline for the official correspondence is fast approaching, the post station is dilapidated, and there is no one else available. I, Zhang Xiaohe, have no choice but to risk my life to deliver the documents in my brother's stead. I took a shortcut through the mountains, but on the way, I encountered a torrential rain and a landslide. My horse was startled and fell off a cliff, and all the documents and tags were lost. Only the official documents were kept close to my body, and I dared not lose them."
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