Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Night Deepens, and the Killing Begins

There is a curfew in the city, and there is hardly a single figure on the streets. The night was deep, and there were dark clouds in the sky, and there was no moonlight at all. Only a few wind lamps along the street swayed lonely in the night, showing a bit of an eerie atmosphere.

The red light hangs high at the entrance of Wanchun Building, and the laughter of guests and women is heard in the building from time to time, occasionally sandwiched between one or two high-pitched or low reverie-inducing cries, which adds a touch of ambiguity to this dark winter night.

In a small two-story building opposite Wanchun Building, a light is like a bean. A wooden table, next to a person dressed in white like snow, sits upright and meditate.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a person quietly flashed in, approached the man in white and said softly: "Childe, Wanchun Building has been surrounded all around, and there are also people arranged for the front yard and back doors, and I have also arranged people for the street entrances outside the front and back doors." ”

Of course, this person is Shen Lian, and the man in white is naturally Bai Jinxiu.

"Nothing out of the ordinary?" Bai Jinxiu asked in a deep voice.

"So far, everything seems to be in order." Shen Lian replied in a low voice.

"I have a hunch that tonight will not go well. Remember to be smart when you act, and no one is allowed to leave. Bai Jinxiu pondered for a while.

Although Shen Lian was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask more, and nodded: "My subordinates understand." After saying that, he saluted and quietly went out again.

At this time, in Wanchun Building, in a quiet room in the backyard, Liu Zhong, the owner of Wanchun Building, that is, the middle-aged man who ordered to attack the post house before, his apparent identity is the owner of Wanchun Building, the elder brother of the concubine of the prefect of Datong, but the real identity is actually the head of the Manchu State in Datong.

And the person who discussed things with him before was called Liu Tianzong, and he was his deputy. Both of them were people with white flags in the Han army, originally Ming people, and later took refuge in the Manchu Qing Dynasty and became Manchus.

"Tianzhong, have all the manpower been arranged?" Liu Zhong asked as he paced indoors a little uneasily.

"My lord, the minions have been arranged. There were fifty people in total, all of whom were dead soldiers from Shengjing. Now waiting in the secret room, as long as the adult gives the order, he can leave at any time. Liu Tian said in a deep voice.

"Okay, is there any movement over there?" Liu Zhong's flustered heart became a little steady, and he asked again.

"Everything seems to be calm. I inquired with the janitor of the post house, and said that the kid surnamed Jiang didn't leave the post house today, and his people were guarding the door, and I didn't know the specific situation inside. However, the small courtyard where the surname Jiang lives can only live a dozen people, and obviously his guards can't all live in it, and everyone else lives in other courtyards. Moreover, the servant heard from the innkeeper that those guards were also in their own courtyard today, and there was no abnormal movement. Therefore, as long as the fifty of us enter the small courtyard in one go, it will be too late for his other guards to come, and the one surnamed Jiang will already be awarded the head. ”

Liu Tianzong said in a low voice.

I don't know why, Liu Zhong's original anxious mood has an inexplicable apprehension at this moment, as if something is wrong. But he couldn't tell what was wrong. It made him feel like a trapped beast. But the action is imminent, and he can't show it, so as not to affect the morale of the army.

"Is that innkeeper reliable?" Liu Zhong stopped and asked in a low voice.

"It should be reliable, the slave has dealt with him many times, and this person is very greedy for money." Liu Tian's words are concise and to the point, but the meaning is very clear.

Liu Zhong didn't say anything anymore, and after pacing back and forth in the room a few more times, he finally hissed: "Okay, there is no turning back when you open the bow, success or failure is in this move." Divide the people into two groups, one wave from the back door, one wave from the tunnel, and guard the back road. ”

"Minions understand." After finishing speaking, Liu Tianzong flashed out of the quiet room and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

In the post house, Jiang Chuan stood in front of the window and looked at the dark night, and asked, "That post house official didn't make a mistake, right?" “

"Rest assured, the lord is doing everything according to the lord's orders." Behind him, Bai Mu said in a deep voice.

"That's good. It was just a guess before, but I didn't expect someone to really hit my idea. In that case, let's catch turtles in an urn. Jiang Chuan said lightly.

After he realized the danger today, he gathered all the people in the post house and interrogated him. He knew very well that if someone really wanted to do it to himself, he would definitely inquire about the news from these people in the post house.

Sure enough, a person was found under the first trial, and this person confessed that someone had repeatedly asked him for information about his group.

And this person confessed that the person who inquired about the news with him seemed to be a person in charge of procurement in Wanchun Building.

People who are greedy for money generally spare their lives, and people often know very well how to choose in the face of life and a little petty profit.

Hearing the news, Jiang Chuan laughed in his heart, and it really had something to do with Wanchun Tower. In that case, you might as well count it out. I had a plan in my heart, explained it, and waited for the enemy to come to the door.

Jin Yiwei's side is moving tonight, and his side is also ready, as long as someone dares to move, he will definitely make them regret this trip.

When the hour was approaching, the back door of Wanchun Tower opened silently, and a figure flashed out, looked left and right, and pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a moment to confirm that it was safe before learning to bark twice.

After a while, the back door opened, and a group of black-clothed masked people flashed out of the back door silently, the long knives in the hands of these people, even the blades were painted black, the bows and arrows behind their backs, and the whole body was black, and they were all running in the direction of the post house under the leadership of a black-clothed leader, all of them were light and agile, without a sound, and they were obviously all good hands.

At this time, the Jinyi guards who were ambushed behind Wanchun Tower also discovered these black-clothed people who thought they were unaware. Sitting at the back door is a hundred households of the Black Ice Terrace, and now it is also a hundred households of Jinyi Wei on the surface, and it was originally an official of the Iron Guard Hundred Households next to Jiang Chuan.

"The direction of these people seems to be going in the direction of the post house, which is obviously not good for the lord. The first and second squads intercepted them at the street entrance, quickly resolved the battle, and did not startle the snake. The others were not allowed to move. Baihu groaned for a moment and ordered categorically.

Soon, the order was passed down, and two squads of brocade guards quietly appeared from their hiding place on the dark street, one team was just blocking the street entrance, and the other team was outflanking from behind.

When the team of black-clothed men ran all the way to the corner of the street without any danger or danger, they secretly said in their hearts that it seemed that the operation would go smoothly tonight, but the leader of the team suddenly stopped and shouted: "Not good!" Before the words fell, there was a screeching sound in the air, and anyone with a little experience could hear that it was the sound of a sharp arrow breaking through the air.