Ezhe has been furious.

The duck that reached its mouth flew.

He tried his best to come here and arrange all this. Although this place was a desert, it was too close to the Ming Dynasty's pass, and there were many Ming army's city blocks and fortresses nearby. If it weren't for Zhou La here, he would never have made up his mind.

And now... everything is gone.

But at this time, there was still a desperate person saying, "This is true. It really fell from the sky. Such a big ball fell like this. I swear to the sky."

"Stop!" Ezhe was furious, holding a horse whip in his hand, and sucked at the man hard.

Suddenly, the man started to scream, his head covered with blood.

Ezhe roared in anger: "Even if there is a god, something will come from the sky, they will bless our descendants of Genghis Khan, not those Han people. Now, you still want to talk nonsense. Do you really think I will believe you nonsense? If you have enough, you must have let him go privately. It must be like this. Come on, tie them up and cut off their heads."

Everyone on the night patrol beg for mercy.

Ezhe laughed: "Haha, I am following my father Khan. I have never seen any kind of world, but I will never believe your lies. Such a bizarre thing, I..."

When he raised his head and laughed, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Then, I saw a black dot in the sky.

Is that... a bird?

But why did the bird fall vertically?

The most important thing is why birds only have one wing.

The thing fell very quickly. Without even thinking about it, he suddenly saw that it was an axe, an axe from the sky.

All the legends cannot tell such things. I have only heard of Lin Meimei falling from the sky and gold ingots falling from the sky, but... why is it an axe?

This is a sharp hand axe, and the whirring wind fell straight down, carrying a shocking power.

Things that fall from a thousand meters above the altitude are amazing, not to mention an axe or a stone.

Ezhe was silent.

He didn't laugh anymore, a little confused.

He subconsciously wanted to hide.

But they found that these damn Night Shooting tribe members were holding his thighs.

They howled, kept begging for mercy, hugged his thigh humbly, and repeatedly said, "It's true, it's really a flying ball that fell from the sky, and it really fell from the sky..."

Ezhe's feet kept struggling, but it was too late, everything was too late.

He has been skilled in bowing and horse since childhood and is known as the "Batter" on the grassland. The so-called "Batter" means warriors and heroes. Although, as the son of the Khan, the so-called "Batter" may have some moisture, and it may be that other warriors always leave room for their fight with him. If they may have won such a title, Ezhe's force is extraordinary.

Originally, with his agility like a cheetah, perhaps... could have been avoided.

But when several tribe members hugged his feet, an extremely terrible thought instantly passed through his mind, would I... be killed by an axe that fell from the sky...

This idea is ridiculous, because even a person with rich imagination cannot imagine that a person will have such a way of dying.

But it just...

At this moment, in the flash, the axe fell down vertically.

The sound of breaking through the air was whistling. The sharpness of the axe was especially sharp.

Click...

A dull sound.

No one responded.

And Ezhe's eyes were already wide open.

Blood is blood... From his forehead slowly flowing down, the sharp axe was inserted straight into his skull. The skull is the hardest part of a person. Most people may not be able to split it with swords, but this axe was unbiased and directly smashed into his skull.

Then, the blood flowed more and more, like a canopy, and the blood was sprayed out.

The tribes around him did not react.

They didn't even know where this axe came from.

Someone started to react, pressed the hilt of the knife around his waist, looked around in panic, and exclaimed: "There are assassins, there are assassins..."

But...there are any assassins around.

The person who was lying on the ground begging for mercy was also stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

Ezhe was still standing, his eyes were still wide open. At that moment, he felt heartbroken, but at this moment, countless incredible thoughts passed by his mind.

This...maybe it was a joke made by God?

Then, his burly figure fell to the ground.

This is no joke, at least, there is no one who can laugh at it now.

Well, I'm dead...

Those who die can't die anymore.

The uneasy tribesmen made terrified screams.

Even though they claimed to be men on the grassland and were not afraid of heaven or earth, they were still extremely panicked when they suddenly saw such a supernatural thing.

"Where did the axe... come from?"

"Heaven... It fell from the sky, it seems...it seems to be like this..."

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There were two people suddenly in the vine basket. In addition, the balloon leaked a little. Although it was not serious, it was obviously much slower.

Yang Biao tilted his head, and he suddenly missed his axe. It was a very good axe, which looked like himself and square. At that time, he really shouldn't have lost it. If he still kept it, he could still chop firewood when he went home. His wife was reluctant to buy a silver hairpin. She sold the axe and raised some of her own wages. This silver hairpin might come.

"It's so bad, it's so bad." He found a skin from the vine basket, hid aside and took a sip of wine, looking very melancholy, full of sorrow, and was slightly drunk, and then slapped himself in the face.

Zhou La, who was trembling and curled up in the blanket, was startled and said quickly: "If you have something to say, don't hit someone, don't hit someone, gentlemen don't play." When he realized that he was not the one who was going to hit him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, stop drinking."

"Why?" Yang Biao glared at him.

Zhou La hurriedly changed into a smile and said in a gentle tone: "Didn't you say that you controlled this balloon? You are drunk, what should we do?"

"Oh." Yang Biao cheered up. He almost forgot that his benefactor asked him to take them back.

He stood up and took his skin away. He remembered that after drinking, he felt urged to pee again. Without saying a word, he released water directly. Facing the wind, the hot liquid drifted back to the bamboo basket like snow, and dripped on Zhou La's face. Zhou La said: "You guy..."

"What's wrong?" Yang Biao looked back at him.

Zhou La smiled again: "Good urine, this urine should only be found in the sky."

Chen Ao held the telescope and kept poking his head out, looking at the ground: "Hey, hey, it's almost time to Yanshan. Look, Shanhaiguan is not far away, so land soon, and prepare to land."

Yang Biao nodded, and he began to adjust the firepower of the tinder tank with familiarity. Suddenly, he screamed: "Oh no, I forgot something big."

Chen Ao couldn't help but say, "What?"

"Iron anchor, we have no anchor. Didn't we cut off the rope of the anchor just now? The anchor is still in place and there is no anchor, what should we do?"

"What does it mean?" Zhou La's heart skipped a beat, and looked at the mountains and rivers underground, and his head was a little dizzy.

"That means we may not be able to land." Yang Biao said.

"What, then why are you here to save me?" Zhou La felt like he was going crazy. He endured Yang Biao's violent temper here, endured the cold wind in the sky, overcame the fear at the sky, and even endured the fishy smell.

The purpose is to be able to go home safely. He wants to go home. He misses his grandmother, his eldest father, his father, and his delicate wife. But... Then why do you save me? I will be killed by the Tatars at most. At least this way of death is acceptable. You tell me now that I want to fall from here and my body cannot be found.

"Stop talking." Yang Biao was upset.

"You guy..."

Yang Biao glared at him: "I'm so furious."

When it comes to this balloon, Yang Biao is the master of everything.

Zhou La has no temper at all.

Chen Ao pursed his lips and was ready to make the worst plan.

"Now, we throw out all the hard objects in the vine basket, whether it is a sword or a sword, anyway, and prepare to force the landing. I will slowly reduce the amount of fire, and the balloon will slowly fall down. This vine basket has an advantage, which is to help us block the gravel when it falls. Therefore, we have to tie ourselves to the vine basket. Not only that, there are several layers of blankets and quilts here, you all wrap them around."

Yang Biao gritted his teeth and began to discard his sharp weapons. Then, he searched for the ropes and tied them all into a vine basket, wrapping them all with blankets and cotton cloth, leaving only one eye and nostril to them.

Everything was ready, and he began to slowly close the valve of the temp, but there was still a little fire. So the heat began to decrease and the balloon began to slowly drop.

Seeing that he was still standing, Zhou La couldn't help but say, "You can wrap it in too, you will fall to death."

Yang Biao couldn't help but say, "Oh, look at my hot temper. If you are blind, try to see if my name is Biaozi, do you know? I promised my benefactor and will definitely bring you back alive and say that you will go back alive. I don't read much, I will believe whatever my mother says. I will do whatever my benefactor asks me to do. In short, you will live, don't be too long-winded, and you will fall."

He stared at the balloons began to fall rapidly. He grabbed the vine basket tightly and shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while. If I die, remember one thing to take good care of my mother.

The ears were whistling, and the balloons kept falling, a little violently.

It began to slowly pass through the wall of the gate, and separated by this wall were inside and outside the gate.

At this time, Yang Biao did not dare to be idle, and quickly began to open some valves to increase the heat, so the speed of decline suddenly slowed down.

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Chapter 5: I have a cold and can’t stand it anymore. I’m so drowsy. Can I give you a monthly ticket? At least I can make the tiger pretend that someone still cares about it.
Chapter completed!