Zheng Quchi's meaning was clear: she planned to imitate the gibbon, swinging on vines in the air and leaping from one cliff to the other.
Upon hearing her risky idea, Gan Xin strongly objected: "Master, this is too dangerous!"
What if you jump halfway and find you can't hook onto it, or something unexpected happens along the way...?
"It should be...not a big problem."
Seeing that she had made up her mind, Gan Xin came up with a compromise: "Then why don't I do it?"
"No, it's no use if you go. I have to talk to Yuwen Sheng about this myself. Don't worry, I won't risk my life."
Zheng Quchi, however, still had some confidence.
Firstly, she has mastered the art of bone flexibility over many years, making her not only physically strong but also agile and free. While she may not have reached the physical standards of a first-class athlete, she is not far off.
Secondly, she wouldn't act recklessly; she would definitely assess the costs and benefits before taking any action.
First, the formula for a parabola is too complicated to consider. She was standing about 50-60 meters away from the opposite side, so the required rope length and height needed to be calculated, along with the acceleration due to gravity. Zheng Quchi began measuring the data and calculating the angles…
Gan Xin watched as his master, like a nimble monkey, leaped and bounded about, sometimes lying on the ground squinting, sometimes gesturing with her hands outstretched, and finally falling into deep thought. He couldn't persuade her, nor could he persuade her otherwise, so he could only stand aside sullenly with his arms crossed, quietly waiting.
Zheng Quchi's dazed and blank gaze suddenly lit up with inspiration. She blinked, her eyes sparkling with confidence.
"Gan Xin, twist the dry vines on the wall into a net, and then hang it between those two trees."
The cliffs nearby are covered with many green vines, some as thin as fingers and some as wide as wrists, in an inexhaustible quantity.
These deep mountains and dense forests are never short of tall trees, some hundreds of years old. Thousands of cavalrymen line the mountain peaks, and she can easily select a few to stand proudly in the forest.
"Master, where do you plan to tie me?" Gan Xin leaped up the tree.
Zheng Quchi stood under the tree, picked up a dead branch, and used a sketching method to statically measure the proportions before saying, "Five feet higher, yes, that's about right, right there."
Gan Xin quickly tied a knot to secure the rope before leaping down.
"In a moment, you will use another knotted rope to swing me up from below. I will judge the force and weight. Once I reach the height I want, I will tell you to stop, and you should quickly let go."
Gan Xin nodded solemnly: "Yes."
Zheng Quchi took off Gan Xin's coat and returned it to him. After testing the strength of the twisted vines and confirming that there were no problems, Gan Xin carefully carried Zheng Quchi up.
She squatted in the middle of the U-shaped rattan net, secured by two rattan ropes on the left and right, with a traction rope connected to the bottom, which was pulled by Gan Xin.
After she steadied herself, she gripped the handles tightly to regain her balance, and then called out to those below, "Gan Xin, let's begin."
Upon hearing this, Gan Xin began to run into the woods. When he was pulled to a similar position, Zheng Quchi shouted "Let go!" and Gan Xin immediately released his grip.
Like swinging on a swing, Zheng Quchi used this force to soar straight into the air.
Facing the strong wind, her hair flew up behind her head, and her vision suddenly opened up. She felt as if she had become a bird flying in the sky.
She had already thrown more than halfway off the cliff, but was still some distance away. However, this was something Zheng Quchi had anticipated. She immediately adjusted her posture and shot a nail rope from her sleeve.
It was long and sharp, and it easily pierced the opposite stone wall as if it were to pierce tofu. Then the internal mechanism was activated, and five claws extended from the crown, which gripped the edge of the stone wall firmly like the feet of a gecko.
The other end of the rope was tied to Zheng Quchi's arm. She abandoned the rattan net and was pulled over by the force of the forward momentum.
Just as she was about to crash into the opposite cliff face, she managed to pull her legs back in time and land safely with a somersault.
All of this happened in a very short time. Throughout the process, she maintained a self-disciplined calmness and focus, not allowing herself to be distracted by the terrible consequences of failure, nor by paying attention to the perilous and terrifying scene below the precipice, where the cold wind was biting.
She was like a sea surging through a storm, thrilling and exciting, but determined to overcome it all.
It was only afterward that she allowed herself to feel lingering fear.
Turning around, although her face was pale, her hands and feet were weak, and her emotions had not yet fully calmed down, she tried her best to smile at Gan Xin and wave to let him know she was safe.
"Gan Xin, I'm here!"
Gan Xin had already run to the edge of the cliff. His fists were clenched tightly without him realizing it, and his face was as tense as a stone from the excessive force. His tension and fear were no less than Zheng Quchi's.
Just now, when she was suspended in mid-air above the cliff, her body hovering without any support, his eyes widened, his heart tightened, and even his breath stopped.
Only when she firmly touched the ground, only when she turned around unharmed, only when she smiled and called out to him, did the huge weight in his heart finally lift.
“Master, you must be careful. Gan Xin will definitely find a way to come find you,” he called out to her.
"good--"
Zheng Quchi nodded to him, then waved his hand again and turned to run towards the Ye army.
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Fu Rong was urging the cooks in the logistics department to prepare food. People need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal.
Logically speaking, the battlefield should belong to the soldiers who charge into battle. Unless the entire army is wiped out, the cooks, who are in charge of logistics, have no reason to go to the battlefield. But this time the situation is different. The general said that this may be a protracted war, and they must ensure that the soldiers have enough strength to fight. Eating is essential.
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