Chapter 1135: The Trap of Upgrading
Just as he was worrying, he suddenly felt as if his eyes were deceiving him, and saw a huge black spot appear before him. When he could see clearly, his eyes widened. Because what was flying towards him was no longer arrow feathers that could be blocked by shields, but massive wooden stakes.
The wooden stakes were as thick as columns, flying straight at them.
Zuo Jiang almost instinctively stood up, deflecting arrow feathers while running back, but as he was dodging, all around him he heard constant wailing.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that these giant wooden stakes weren't just a single piece; they were mixed in with the arrow rain, and flew whooshing into the soldiers gathered in shield formations. Originally, these shield formations were impenetrable, but under the impact of the wooden stakes, the soldiers were blasted away like worms.
Those exposed immediately became porcupines from the arrow feathers, and some didn't even need the arrow feathers to be hit—they were either sent crashing into the bamboo pit or directly slammed and flattened.
In short, chaos reigned at the scene again, and those with disrupted formations scattered once more.
Who would have thought the previously calm land had once more turned into a quicksand zone? Moreover, this time the quicksand didn't only limit itself to the road back but surrounded all around the bamboo pit and arrow rain zone.
Zuo Jiang awkwardly jumped onto a tree, watching helplessly as tens of thousands of soldiers were swallowed into the quicksand, the scene resembling hell.
Seeing this, Zuo Jiang only felt cold sweat break out on his back.
In the blink of an eye, only he remained, hugging a tree trunk and trembling.
And the wooden stakes and arrow feathers, unable to sense living traces, calmed down again, leaving only the ever-flowing quicksand below.
Zuo Jiang escaped death, his heart trembling incessantly. He stayed on the tree for a long time, long enough for his hands to go numb before cautiously escaping little by little using the branches.
At this time, Bai Junjun, who was dozing off in Wenren Pingting's morality class, silently opened her eyes and sneered, pouting; to think a little shrimp managed to run away.
Oh well, chasing a small shrimp is too exhausting; better to let him go back and stir panic outside among the troops.
Bai Junjun was contemplating a strategy when suddenly a shadow enveloped her.
Looking closely, it was Wenren Pingting.
At the moment, she glared coldly at her, slanting her eyes: "What's this? Do you have an opinion about my class?"
"Uh..." Bai Junjun broke out in cold sweat.
At the time, Lady Lin, who was being punished to stand, voiced soundlessly with a mischievous expression, mouthing: "Come and join me."
"..." Bai Junjun glanced aside to find the good students Wu Nuan and Sasa looking at her with anxious faces, with little Sasa whispering: "Elder sister, Teacher asks what is the virtue of a woman."
"Uh..." Bai Junjun felt her brain twitch: "Women... women yield righteously, upright and proper, prosperous and enduring, enduring to... death."
"..." Wenren Pingting almost suffocated.
Bai Junjun wisely stood up: "I understand. I'll go stand as punishment."
Saying this, she carefully walked over to Lady Lin's side and stood with her.
Lady Lin didn't forget to tease: "I reminded you to memorize the text, but you didn't believe me."
"Then why are you here too?" Bai Junjun retorted.
"I..." Lady Lin shamelessly claimed: "I'm too brilliant, Teacher wants to chip away at my sharpness."
Hmph.
Bai Junjun rolled her eyes speechlessly, thinking it didn't mean she didn't know anything just because she closed her eyes earlier; this one was clearly promoting modern 21st-century moral standards for women, and then was reprimanded by Teacher, then she ended up coming to stand here.
And at least she was just not looking at the text, not defying tradition.