As if to answer his doubts, as the rout continued to flee back, Langli Baitiao saw a familiar person, this person was Langli Jiao, who had just escaped from the vicinity of the Wuwen River!

It's just that Lang Lijiao's appearance is very miserable, his lean upper body is covered with dirt and dirt, and he is even more scarred, and his original gray-black hemp pants are full of gray-black spots.

Behind him was no longer the hordes of Wuwen River**, but more than a dozen down-and-out bandits who looked like him, obviously suffering a big defeat.

Seeing this scene, he had just fled back, and some of the ghosts in the river who had stabilized his mind let out a strange sigh.

"Isn't this our Wuwen River's second-in-command Langlijiao, how did he become this grass?"

Langli Jiao glared at the ghost in the river, gritted his teeth but didn't say anything, looked at the white strip in the waves who looked him up and down, and said weakly.

"The waves are white, the Wuwen River is over, the Wendeng camp attacked the Wuwen River at night, it's all over."

The conjecture in his heart was verified, and Baitiao in the waves was still inevitably surprised, even Wu Weizhong, the deputy general of the Wendeng battalion, came to Ninghaizhou, presumably the main force of the Wendeng battalion must also be here.

There must not be many people who sneak attack the Wuwen River, who is the leader of the team who can actually defeat the River Dragon King?

Thinking of this, Langli Baitiao stepped forward to support Langli Jiao, causing the latter to look at him a few more times, and then smiled: "Brother Langli Jiao, our Jinshui River and Wuwen River are originally one family, and they are very angry after hearing this news, I don't know where the Dragon King is now?" ”

Hearing this, Langlijiao choked up several times, and looked in the direction of Wuwen River hatefully.

"Dead, when I fled, my eldest brother's head was hanging on the stockade by those officers and soldiers."

"What?"

"The River Dragon King is dead!"

"Is the River Dragon King really dead?"

Hearing this news, the ghost in the river and several other Jinshui River village owners were very shocked, and even the white strip in the waves was trembling and asked again and again, and after getting the exact news, the white stripe in the waves became very exciting.

One of his biggest enemies, the only stumbling block to unify the two river basins, actually died in his own water village like this, and he didn't even know who killed him!

With a cold snort, Baitiao in the waves let go of the Jiao in the waves and looked at the water bandits who had fled back.

"River Dragon King, you can be regarded as dominating the Wuwen River, your Wuwen River, from now on, Lao Tzu will take care of it for you."

Langli Baitiao turned around and asked, "Langli Jiao, do you want to avenge the River Dragon King, do you want to recapture the village?" ”

"Yes! I dreamed of killing those hateful officers and soldiers! ”

When Lang Lijiao heard this, he clenched his fist and creaked, and he didn't want to answer.

"Well, Lao Tzu will give you this opportunity, your prestige is not as good as the River Dragon King, even if you recapture the village, you can't give it to you, the brothers don't believe in it, it's better to be like this."

Hearing the meaning of Langli Baitiao's words, Langli Jiao's eyes lit up, nodded again and again, and listened to the past.

"Right now, the state city is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and this last knife will be cut out by you, and the brothers who have broken through the city will be convinced, and then the foundation of the River Dragon King will be returned to you."

Hearing this, Langli Jiao's eyes were full of disbelief when he looked at the white stripes in the waves, and gradually poured out a burst of ecstasy, hugging his fists.

"If the Wuwen River can be recaptured, the Langli Jiaowei Baitiao Village Master is the head of the horse, and the Wuwen River and the Jinshui River will be one from now on!"

Nodding, the white strip in the waves let people bring nearly two thousand homeless people, and said solemnly: "Swing this last knife to avenge the dead dragon king." ”

"Hmm!"

Looking at the back of Langli Jiao holding the knife and leaving, the corners of Langli Baitiao's mouth twitched, and he let out a sneer.

"Stupid pig, how can Lao Tzu return it to you where he has already arrived, hahaha."

......

Lang Lijiao's heart was hot, and he was bent on finding Xiao Yi for revenge, but the dozen or so bandits who escaped from the Wuwen River behind him didn't all think like this.

"I'm afraid that the white strip in the waves doesn't have any good intentions, the second boss doesn't want to fall for this guy, there is really such a good thing, how can it be handed over to us Wuwenhe to do?"

"Hmph, I am afraid that it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky to return the white strips in the waves!"

Hearing the words of these people, Lang Lijiao gradually calmed down, looked at the group of people following behind him, and frowned, where are these people capable bandits, they are clearly a group of rabble.

But this rabble should also have more than 2,000 people, so it's better to... Take these 2,000 people back to Wuwen River, maybe you can recapture the water village!

As soon as he thought of this, Lang Lijiao, who was about to give an order, heard the sound of a cannon at the head of Ninghaizhou City in the distance, and the city gate suddenly opened, and many officers and soldiers rushed out of it, heading straight for him.

These officers and soldiers waved the banner of Wendeng, and the new-style mandarin duck battle jackets were red, red, yellow and yellow, and immediately turned into a neat small square when they left the city, and rushed towards them in a clear way.

frowned, these officers and soldiers are so familiar!

"Second master, I recognize! These people killed our brothers with earth-shattering thunder! ”

"These are the people!"

The more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes, and Lang Lijiao can't help laughing.

"It's really effortless, brother, I can avenge your revenge today!"

Seeing that there were only 200 people on the other side, Lang Lijiao didn't take it in his eyes at all, but there were nearly 2,000 people behind him, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't beat just 200 officers and soldiers, this was simply a blessing from heaven!

"Kill!"

"Kill the officers and soldiers!"

Seeing the homeless people brandishing sticks and dung forks rushing towards them, the recruits of the six sentinels who marched in formation were still a little nervous, this was not a defensive battle, this was a complete field battle.

200 Wendeng battalions vs. 2,000 water bandits, who can be better?

Even Wu Weizhong, who was about to fire a cannon at the head of the city, sweated for Xiao Yi, I don't know what Xiao Yi thought, and he was determined to go out of the city to fight.

In retrospect, Xiao Yi's training methods are different, these soldiers look like wolves and tigers, and they have just won a big victory in Wuwen River, and they seem to have the strength to fight.

sighed heavily, the matter had come to this, and he could only follow the agreement with Xiao Yi and send artillery support on time.

Nearly 2,000 displaced people, even a rabble, rushed over in a black oppression, compared to the phalanx of the Wendeng camp was like a star on the edge of the bright moon, dim.

As they walked, the recruits of the Wenden battalion inadvertently clenched the standard spears in their hands, and their palms were covered with dense sweat, wet and sticky.

This is not like the Battle of Watergate, when he occupied a favorable location, and with the help of earth firearms such as thunder and divine fire crows, and now seeing so many people roaring towards him, this kind of huge pressure is indeed not something that ordinary people can withstand.

Some of the recruits even had their legs trembling, and if it weren't for the shoulders of the rest of the recruits, they might have collapsed long ago.

Those water bandits who escaped from the Wuwen River were like a dozen vicious wolves in a flock of sheep, and when they saw such officers and soldiers, they had no worries at all, as if they had forgotten the fiasco outside the water gate that day, and they were crying and running away.

Now in order to take revenge, he rushed over in the crowd.

With an eagle's cry in the sky, fierce shouts of killing jumped up.