Wang Sandonkey was silent, and with a slight button, he opened the wooden box and took out a long black knife from it.

"Ahh

Wang Sandonkey smiled, and said angrily: "You sleep with you! I'll go and do a favor!"

His tone was very simple, as if he was going to sweep the floor next door, but if he didn't have to carry a knife, it would be more like.

"What are you helping with? You are a thousand-knife killer! What can you do to help? Do you have a level? Or do you have equipment? Why don't you go to bed quickly? Don't think about those who don't have it all the time!" said the big-footed daughter-in-law with a glare.

She thought that her husband was obedient and went to bed as usual.

Who knows, Wang Sandonkey's eyes revealed a rare touch of tenderness.

This rough man from the northwest shook his head and said with a sincere face: "No! It's different! I heard the show on the street say that the Qingyu Newspaper will make the prescription of the antidote to the plague public to everyone early tomorrow morning, and those noble lords will not let them do this! Tonight, it is destined to be not peaceful! I have to go!"

"With this recipe, the plague will be gone! The life of the common people will be better again, I can't let those bad-hearted nobles and lords get their way, I have to go!"

"You, you can't fight again!" stammered the bigfoot daughter-in-law.

"Let him go! He's the son of Wang Wu! His father was the same man back then! You can't stop him. From the next room came the desolate voice of the blind mother-in-law.

"The newspaper is full of good people!" At this moment, Wang Sandonkey's eyes have light, in his life, he can't write, he can't do martial arts, and his life is tight, but he feels that he should stand up to the sky and the earth once, but the time has not come.

Now, the time has finally come, he must pick up the knife, go out of the house, and fight for a chance to live for the people of the world.

"Daughter-in-law, my mother will leave it to you! I'm leaving!" With that, Wang San rushed out of the house like a donkey.

His big-footed daughter-in-law was still standing by the bed, as if she had met her cowardly husband on the first day.

There are many people who have the same choice as Wang Sandonkey, they rushed out of the house with knives and guns, maybe their level is not high, their combat power is not strong, but at this moment, they do not hesitate to die, because they know that if they don't work hard tonight, no one will fight hard for their wives and children in the future.

Instead of dying under the plague in an unknown way, it is better to pick up a knife, fight happily, and die without regrets, this is the real bloody god nation.

In the night, I don't know how many people jumped out of their yards and automatically gathered at the door of the Qingyu Newspaper House.

The caravan guards guarding the gate were panicked for a while, and when they found that the black shadows gathered from all directions were all familiar faces, they couldn't help but smile with relief.

This is a righteous war, and these people are obviously on the side of justice, no matter how strong the enemy is, they have no regrets, it is worth it!

"Neighbors, everyone has heard the noise outside, but I'm afraid that those aristocratic lords are going to attack the Qingyu Newspaper House! We have to protect the newspaper hall and protect the justice of the people!" said a middle-aged Xiucai in a long robe.

The robe on his body had been washed a little white, with a few inconspicuous patches on it, and an iron deadbolt in his hand, which looked nondescript, but also majestic.

"Xiucai, are you going to fight too?" someone in the crowd laughed.

The neighbors all know him, he is Lu Xiucai from Dongjiekou, who usually teaches a few children to read, and has always been polite and polite.

Unexpectedly, even Lu Xiucai came, and he also brought the iron door bolts of the private school.

"Although I am a scholar, I know the righteousness and justice, I must come!"

Lu Xiucai paused, and said with a vigilant face: "Fellow villagers, we have to protect the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion, but we also have to talk about methods, and we can't come nonsense! At present, the enemy is dark and I am clear, and the situation is very unfavorable, so you should listen to me." ”

Everyone held their breath and listened to Lu Xiucai's words.

"If there is a large group of enemies later, we will meet them, but we can't turn back, and keep rushing forward to kill, otherwise, the guard brothers guarding the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion will not be able to distinguish between friend and foe, and will only cause trouble for them. Got it?"

Hearing that Lu Xiucai was reasonable, everyone agreed with a bang.

Lu Xiucai turned his head again and said to the caravan guards guarding the gate of the Qingyu Newspaper Building: "Brothers, you must remember that tonight is better to defend than to attack, as long as you hold the newspaper hall, when dawn comes, we will win." ”

"Therefore, the first wave of attrition will be completed by us, you only need to rely on the terrain and defend with all your might! In addition, the high places on both sides of the newspaper hall are guarded by two brothers on each side, and once there is a change, notify the lower side in time, we must stick to the danger and buy time!"

Lu Xiucai's words were not unreasonable, and even the caravan guards nodded again and again.

I didn't expect that in this market, there are people who are well versed in the art of war, hidden in the city, and the ancients did not deceive me!

After Lu Xiucai finished speaking, he immediately set his eyes on the dark night ahead.

In fact, although he thought of some words, he couldn't say them.

Because of the battle of Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion, the decisive role is not at all these generous and enthusiastic righteous soldiers, nor the caravan guards who ask for the people's lives, the key is the top powerhouse, once the magnates dispatch the real masters, those combat power far exceeds the existence of ordinary people, and everything will be meaningless.

With just one blood, they can't stop those really top powerhouses, they can directly break through the defense line, rush into the Qingyu Newspaper Building, and carry out decapitation tactics, or choose to burn down the printing house on the first floor of the newspaper building.

If you are the commander of the enemy, you can completely mix those top powerhouses in the team that storms the newspaper, and then suddenly kill in the melee, and there is no master on the newspaper's side, so you can't resist it at all.

Therefore, Lu Xiucai let the neighbors bury their heads and rush forward to kill, in fact, he hoped that there would be fewer senseless sacrifices.

A biting autumn wind blew, and the deserted long street showed a sense of slaughter.

The enemy has finally appeared!

There was a crowd of people in front of him, and a large ghost shadow under black pressure, holding a bright and dangling blade in his hand, took a big stride and rushed towards the Qingyu Newspaper Hall.

These black-clothed people were shrouded in black shadows all over their bodies, they didn't have any signs on them, even the weapons in their hands were all standard straight knives, no one spoke, only heavy breathing and footsteps getting closer and closer.

These black-clothed people are like the god of death hidden in the dark night, and they also know that their identities cannot be seen, so they all cover their faces with black scarves, and only the few people in the lead cover their faces with red scarves to show the difference.

"Kill!" Wang Sandonkey was the first to rush out, brandishing the black war knife in his hand, and bravely faced the group of black-clothed people.

The righteous men from the bottom followed, holding all kinds of weapons and rushing towards the group of black-clothed men who could not see the light with a brave attitude.

Bang!

The men and horses on both sides were in close contact, like two torrents, colliding fiercely.

Everywhere there was the sound of pounding gas, the sound of knives and guns slashing into flesh, and the muffled grunts of the wounded.

The bursts of light streak energy were like lightning bolts piercing the darkness, instantly illuminating the long dark street as if it were day.

With a brute strength, Wang Sandonkey was the first to kill the man in black.

The battle knife in his hand flew up and down, continuously injecting the light pattern power in his body into the blade, rushing left and right, killing those black-clothed people to retreat again and again.

In his heart, a sense of pride welled up for no reason.

Do you see? Your husband is not a wreck!

Although Wang Sandonkey did not pass the recruitment test of Fashen City, it did not mean that he did not have strength! That time it was because he was unwilling and had no money to bribe him, so he lost his qualification to be a soldier.

And at this moment, Wang Sandonkey feels that he is a general on the battlefield, fighting to protect his homeland and protect his relatives, which is supremely glorious!

Those men in black obviously did not expect that they would encounter the sniping of this group of folk masters, these people who fought in an orderly manner, and looked clearly dressed as the opponents of a group of ordinary people, but there was something that they lacked, which could be called courage.

These ordinary people of the Divine Nation are just fighting with a bloody bravery, and their strength is uneven, and they are far from being opponents who can be matched, but this group of people in black actually retreated, and many of them were reluctant to fight against such an opponent, because it was a shame for them as professional soldiers.

That's right, the true identity of this group of black-clothed people is actually a certain army from Fashen City, they were ordered to come here to complete this shady mission, but they didn't expect that the first thing they encountered was not those soft caravan guards, but a group of real people.

The mission of the soldiers is supposed to protect these people! But they want to harm these people and take away what they value most in their own land!

Seeing that the subordinates were not strong in battle, they were forced to retreat again and again by a group of flat-headed people, and the leaders wearing red scarves in the black clothes shouted one after another.

"Don't retreat! Kill the enemy!"

"Kill them!"

"Complete the task, treat everyone equally!

At the urging of the chief, the men in black had no choice but to harden their hearts and swing the sharp blades in their hands towards their opponents.

The men in black were in groups of three or five, and it was easy to form a formation, and with the precise tactical cooperation, it would not take long to kill these people.

Moreover, in addition to the few front-row warriors among them, there are also a large number of back-row mages, and the spells are extremely lethal, almost only need to form a horn formation, and then with a round of hell thunder, those people around them will be injured and fall to the ground, powerless.

The caravan guards behind watched this scene, and everyone was filled with righteous indignation, but they could only grit their teeth and watch those venerable warriors being knocked to the ground, struggling in pain, but they could not come forward to support, because they had a more important task, which was to defend the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion.

In fact, the people on both sides are very clear about each other's identities, that kind of monster-brushing hell thunder, only a well-trained military squad can cooperate seamlessly, and this group of black-clothed people who came is a certain army in Fashen City!