Jiang Pengji said before that most of the people in this era had night blindness, and most of the Tsing Yi soldiers were almost equivalent to being blind if they did not have torches to light them in the dark night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoA group of blind people are nothing more than moving human targets in the eyes of the trilogy.

"Where did they go—"

"Did you find it?"

"Didn't find it! The thief has fled?"

"Let's look over there—"

"Where is the thief? As soon as there is news, he will reply immediately. ”

The Tsing Yi soldiers who arrived later held torches aloft and illuminated the place as if it were daylight, but apart from hundreds of corpses, there was no trace of the enemy at all. The Tsing Yi soldiers were terrified, angry, and at the same time, they had an irrepressible fear of the elusive enemy.

Meng Hun saw the Tsing Yi army coming in batches, smiled suddenly, and ordered to continue the ambush, put on the crossbow, and aim.

Buzz Buzz –

In the darkness, life-threatening arrows roared out.

This time, instead of aiming at the torches, they aimed at the heads of the Tsing Yi soldiers who were holding the torches.

Poof-

The deceased didn't even have time to let out a short scream, and a dead chill spread from the soles of his feet and collapsed to the ground.

"They're here—"

Someone noticed the movement and was about to shout a warning, but he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of his companions.

The range of the improved crossbow gave the troops a great long-range advantage, and the sky was even darker tonight, and the moon was shrouded behind heavy dark clouds, and they were ambushed in the darkness, and they were so far away that the Tsing Yi army could not touch them at all.

It can be said that the trilogy side has the upper hand steadily.

After several sneak attacks and ambushes, the corpses lying in the alleys had piled up, and the blood that flowed out gathered into a "stream", flowing down the cracks of the stone slabs. The night breeze blows, bringing a strong smell of rust, telling of the tragic battles that once took place here.

The Tsing Yi army kept coming, dying, and the number of souls was increasing.

Under such a powerful death threat, many people are on the verge of mental collapse and lose their coolness.

They used to be honest people with hoes and ploughing the land, but now they were instigated to pick up firewood knives and flat poles and become violent mobs, but after a few days of happy life, the soul messenger has come to their side and take away the people around them one by one.

Soon, it will be your turn!

Seeing that the arrows in the quiver had been exhausted, Meng Hun spat and pulled out the big knife at his waist with a brush.

With fierce eyes, he jumped from the eaves with a knife, "Up!"

"Ahh

Screams rang out, and the head of a Tsing Yi soldier was split in half from top to bottom, and brains and blood splattered out.

Meng Hun drew his knife and slashed at the other Tsing Yi army non-stop, and more troops rushed up behind him.

For a while, the scuffle in the alley became a mess, and the screams rang out without stopping for a moment.

Drawing a knife directly to fight, killing people is far less fast than long-range shooting, but undoubtedly, it is more tragic to do so.

Everyone knew how to cooperate in battle, and the Tsing Yi army was like a headless fly, without even defensive clothing.

Even if the Tsing Yi army has more than one part, the battle situation is still one-sided.

When the people nearby heard the cries of killing outside, where could they sleep soundly?

After the ground movement, the already poor Xiangyang County was full of devastation, many people died in the ground movement, the people were not hungry, but the county government was indifferent, until Xiangyang County was captured, the Tsing Yi Army committed a lot of crimes, and the people of Xiangyang County were already rumors, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

Every house closed its door, day or night, refusing to take half a step out of the door.

Now that the Tsing Yi Army is fighting with unknown and strange forces, many people can only hide in their homes trembling and hold the gate to death.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the shouts of killing gradually became quieter, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

At this time, excited shouts spread all over the streets and alleys.

"The enemy bandits will be given the head, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

"The enemy bandits will be given the head, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

"The enemy bandits will be given the head, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

The high-pitched voice was like a relay, and it spread throughout Xiangyang County through the mouth of one part by one.

Meng Hun, who had already killed the red-eyed man, heard this, and pulled his knife out of the heart of a corpse with a brush.

Not only him, but most of the parts have been killed to the point that they have lost track of time.

The excited news reached their ears and pulled their sanity back.

After settling down, many people find that their arms are sore and weak, and their muscles are swollen, making their skin tense and painful.

Some of them gasped for breath, and there was a sense of escape.

Some people even sit on the ground with their butts out of their strength, regardless of how much blood there is on the ground.

Most of them were painted and wounded, but this little injury was nothing compared to death.

At this time, there were very few Tsing Yi troops still standing, most of them were either dead or seriously injured and barely breathing, as for those who were still on the way, they heard that General Nine had been beheaded, they were at a loss at first, and then dropped their weapons and ran away.

Of course, in the end, more than a thousand people were captured, and these people were all "trophies"!

Meng Hun calmed down and said to the subordinates beside him, "Clean up the battlefield and bandage the wounds of the wounded brother." As for the brothers who have already died...... Remember to collect their corpses, and it will be convenient to bury them in the future. ”

These parts are not only Jiang Pengji's private soldiers, but also the "children" brought up by Meng Hun.

He spent years of hard work on the trilogy, and he was like a knife when he lost a person.

But as a soldier, he understands a truth - born as a general, and died on the battlefield, this is glory.

Meng Hun waved his knife expressionlessly, throwing the blood stained on the surface of the knife to the ground, and then retracted the scabbard.

He needs to meet with Lang Jun as soon as possible to stabilize the situation, lest the remnants of the Tsing Yi army fight back to death.

At this time, the more than 50 parts taken by Jiang Pengji had occupied the county government, guarding the entrances and exits of the county government and various key crossings.

When everyone saw Meng Hun bringing people over, they saluted one after another.

Meng Hun opened his mouth and asked, "Is Lang Jun okay?"

The two guards said with adoring faces, "Lang Jun is fine, he is waiting for you in the hall." ”

Meng Hun nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped into the door with his feet raised.

The county government is still lit up like day, the candles have not yet been burned, and the corpses that have long been cold and bleeding are still lying on the ground, and no one has collected them.

He didn't look at it, he just walked over the stumps and the broken bones, and walked straight forward.

Jiang Pengji sat upright, the head of the ninth general was placed on one side, and a pair of eyes were always open, not blinding.

The room is full of blood stains and luxurious decorations, and there are unfinished food and wine on the dining table below, which looks out of place.

The audience in the live broadcast room kept wanting to talk to Jiang Pengji, and the barrage flew by like a screen, but she was still indifferent.

Since stabilizing the situation in the county government, she has sat on the head, as if she is waiting for someone.

Meng Hun strode over and knelt down abruptly in front of Jiang Pengji, his voice like thunder.

"Subordinate Meng Hun, meet the lord!"