I don't know who let out a roar, and the faces under the firelight changed, becoming terrifying and hideous, brandishing long knives, and rushing towards the courtyard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xu was too loud to finally wake up a sleeping person, squinted his sleepy eyes, and looked out the window. Looking at the heavy torches shaking on the window paper, and seeing the fire in the courtyard, he finally opened his eyes completely, put on his clothes a little sluggishly, dragged his tired body, and ran to the firelight. As he ran, he shouted, "The robbers are coming, everyone hurry up and fight the enemy." The cries echoed in the hallway, and no one was seen getting up, but the snoring could still be heard beneath the cries.

Li Muqi was already standing in the room with an expressionless face, Mu He, who was still a little pale, Du Rukang, who was a little nervous, and Luo Qiuhe, who seemed to be unwilling to do this. Look through the open window and look out the window. Li Muqi's eyebrows were raised high, a pair of shining eyes looked at the figure outside the window, and he couldn't help but sigh low in his heart, he really admired the officials who could still sleep peacefully, and even envied them a little, but also accompanied by thick worry, deep regret, and thick disgust.

This burst of shouts finally woke the drunken man from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw two figures holding long knives, coming towards them. He hurriedly pushed his companion, hoping to shake him awake, but time did not allow him to do so. Just as he hurriedly raised his gun and met the two of them. I felt that my arms were powerless, and the head of the gun was tilted to the left, and there was a ding, stirring up a little spark. Just when the spark just beats, I only felt a chill in my right shoulder, and then I felt a pain that penetrated my bones, and just when the pain through my bones just reached my brain, I saw a piece of blood flash in front of me, and my heart was shocked, and cold sweat oozed from my back instantly, and my clothes were completely soaked. His eyes darkened, and he fell down limply with his own exclamation. At the moment when he fell, yellow urine flowed out of his pants, and a stench immediately rose, instantly filling the entire space.

The yacha who was shaken vigorously by him finally woke up, and the sleepy eyes that had just opened saw a bright red blood light rushing towards him, and before he could dodge, the blood had already sprinkled on his face, almost completely covering his face. A pungent fishy smell rushed into his stomach, and his stomach twitched and squirmed unconsciously. He subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit anything, just lying on the ground, retching. The tears in the corners of his eyes washed away the blood in the corners of his eyes, and he saw a long knife glittering with blood dangling in front of him. When I saw such a scene, I was shocked, and I remembered what I had heard when we were talking: Recently, there have been robbers in the vicinity, who have killed people, set fires, burned, killed, and plundered, and have done all the evil things imaginable. The other person was a little disdainful and said, 'We are soldiers, do they dare to come?' 'How can they be afraid of soldiers, if they are afraid, how can they be robbers.' Whether they are afraid of us or not, we hope they don't come to us. I didn't think they actually came today, and they killed people. Thinking of this moment, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and I saw the bloodied long knife lifted again, as if looking at myself. My heart was tight, I only felt a sweetness in my throat, my stomach twitched more violently, and my heart was bitter. With a whoop, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the person immediately fell to the ground, convulsing in pain, his body almost completely curled together, and the muscles on his face kept throbbing. After only a while, the eyeballs bulged, the pupils dilated, the chest rose and fell two or three times, and the corner of the mouth was stained with blood, and the body stopped twitching. A foul-smelling, yellowed urine erupted from beneath him.

The remaining two people were finally awakened by the pungent stench and bloody smell that permeated the room, and suddenly opened their sleeping eyes. By the light of the lamp, I could clearly see the scene in front of me: one companion had fainted, bleeding from his shoulder, the other companion seemed to be dead, and two men with long knives in their hands, with a look of disdain and pain on their faces. One of them still had bright red blood on his long knife. Peeking in the direction of the small building again: I saw a firelight blocking in front of the small building, only three lights were on, and the other windows were dark, and the noise in the courtyard did not wake up the sleeping companions upstairs and downstairs. Seeing this scene, the two unconsciously glanced at each other, and their hearts were filled with regrets, and they kept complaining in their hearts about their companions who were still asleep and not waking up, and regretting their greed.

Just when they were complaining to each other and resenting their companions: suddenly, I heard the complaining voices from the two men in front of me, "It's all your fault." If you can cut him down with a knife, why only cut him off the shoulder? You see, now he has fainted from you, and he is still peeing his pants, and the other one is even more scared to death, and he has pulled the stinky shit and urine in his stomach in his pants, which is disgusting. "Grandma, how could I have thought that these turtle grandchildren are so timid. Grandma's, Lao Tzu is still sulking in his heart, do you think that Lao Tzu likes to smell these smells. Grandma's, Lao Tzu's own and urine feel invisible, and today I actually want Lao Tzu to smell their stinky and urine, it's really grandma's. "It's not your fault, who is to blame? If it weren't for the fact that you couldn't bear to kill him, how could this happen? "You will blame Lao Tzu, why didn't your grandmother do it?" "They are a human life, if I kill them, I am afraid that I will have nightmares at night." "Your grandmother's, you are afraid, Lao Tzu is not afraid. There was another cold snort. "Are you afraid, there are still things in this world that you are afraid of?" "Lao Tzu is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid of ghosts. Hearing the words of the man with the long knife with blood stains in his hand, another man laughed out loud, pointed to his nose and said, "You actually believe that there are ghosts in this world." "If you're not afraid of ghosts, why don't you do it yourself, let Lao Tzu do it." "I just don't want to wipe my knife afterwards. "Your grandmother's has so many problems. "What about the remaining two?"

Just as he asked the man with the long knife with blood stains in his hand, the two yamen who had already woken up looked at each other unconsciously, and when they saw each other's eyes, they nodded slightly. At that moment one of them rose up and leaped in the direction of the two men, while the other also stood up and jumped up with all the strength of his body, but instead of leaping towards the two men, he looked at the window. Seeing this, the yacha who jumped towards the two men couldn't help but feel like ashes, and his heart was full of hatred, and he shouted angrily, as if he wanted to pierce the whole night sky; and although the yacha who jumped out of the window had a trace of joy in his heart that his treacherous plan had succeeded, he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the roar full of anger and resentment, and his back was faintly cold, and the fine sweat on his back couldn't stop dripping. In my heart, I really hoped that the yacha would die and he would become a hero, or if he didn't, he would become a hero, and he would be accompanied by an inexplicable notoriety.

He was not worried about his conscience, and if he was, he would not have done such a thing, and would have acted like that.

The golden bell in the courtyard finally rang, the loud golden sound resounded throughout the night sky, the black cloud in the sky, as if shocked by its sound, obliquely exposed a corner of the bright moon, the bright moonlight immediately shone on the golden bell, illuminating half of the official inn.

"Whoosh" There was a loud sound of breaking the sky, and then one person fell down in response to the sound and fell in front of the Admiralty.

Li Antong's eyes slowly contracted, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a cold smile. His constricted pupils looked at the priest who had just jumped out of the window under the Admiralty: the arrow had not reached any part of his body at all, and he had already seen the arrow, and saw that it had fallen under the Admiralty, and made the illusion of being shot dead. Li Antong looked at the yacha who pretended to be dead, and even imagined that at the end of the war, his various realistic, exciting, and brilliant words, coupled with his expression, would definitely make people believe what a strong man he was, and what an amazing hero he was, and his story would even be talked about and even passed down as a legend. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sick to my stomach for a while, and even want to find a place to spit out all the food in my stomach, until I can't think of that person anymore, and I can't think of it, even if it will be painful because of vomiting, I don't hesitate to do it, but at this moment, he is not allowed to do this, so he can only endure, he can only forcibly suppress the pain in his heart, and he can only wait...

The loud sound of Jin Ming finally woke up all the yacha. When the officials opened their eyes, they saw the light of the fire in the courtyard, the light of the flickering torches, and the hideous and terrifying faces reflected in the firelight. Seeing this, he hurriedly put on his clothes, and did not have time to put on his armor, picked up his spear, and hurriedly looked at the fire in the courtyard. As he walked, he scolded the hideous faces under the torches. I want to drive away the timidity in my heart, and I also want to use this to ignite a courage in my heart. Otherwise, how will you face those hideous faces, how to face those cold and shining blades, how to face those unspeakable, inexhaustible, and inexplicable cowardice that resounded in the depths of your heart...

That section of the corridor seems to have walked for a long time, so long that I have forgotten my name; that section of the corridor seems to have experienced many, many imaginary battlefield battles, and I seem to be still a hero; that section of the corridor, as if I have seen all the evils in the world, as if I have seen the most murderous person in the world, I can't help but ignite the anger in my chest, and awaken the courage in my heart.

If not, they will lose all courage, all faith, and all strength at the moment when their blades meet, and there will be only one door waiting in front of them - the door to death.

War is about courage, strength is comparative, and the decisive victory is the momentum in the heart, the anger in the heart, the killing intent in the heart, and the hope in the heart...

The moment they jumped out of the door, their bodies were full of strength, their chests were full of courage, and their eyes were full of anger. Looking around at the hideous faces under the firelight, a strong killing intent erupted from all corners of his body in an instant. The cold killing intent seemed to turn into a cold wind, looking at the robbers blowing away, as if the robbers felt the thick killing intent erupting from them, and unconsciously took a step back, another step. It wasn't until he took five or six steps back that he paused, opened his cold gaze, and looked at the yacha who looked at death as if he were at home in the firelight...

A gust of wind blew from the darkness, stirring up a raging fire, and in the beating firelight, there were cold and angry eyes flashing, and there were cold swords and guns, and the roar suppressed in the chest...