"Brothers, there are countless amounts of money in the Assassin's Mansion, kill them, and those will be ours, so you won't have to worry about eating and drinking from now on, and you will kill them." When Yi Feng led these slaves all the way to the gate of the Assassin's Mansion, the team of nearly 10,000 was now less than 6,000 left.

The other slaves did not die in the battle, except for a few who encountered the Qingzhou army that suppressed the chaos, most of them were those who fled because of fear in their hearts.

"Kill, kill Gao Xin's children in pain."

"Kill."

Many of these 6,000 people are in the old department of the bloody village, they are quite angry, and the wild surname is untamable, and now they have the temptation of money, and they can wash away the shame, and they have to take revenge, and they are all excited, and they are all excited, and they are about to rush towards the assassin's mansion behind Yi Feng with red eyes and screaming.

Happy art master is bold, there is usually only one battalion in the Assassin Mansion, supported by three hundred troops, at this time, in the face of the extremely vicious, hideous face rushed in the slaves, except for the battalion commander Xuyi Iron Cavalry, everyone else actually showed a cowardly look,

"Yi Feng, you dog smashed, the adults were kind-hearted and didn't kill you, and now you dare to gather a crowd to rebel, you are really bold, you are looking for a dead end, and those who know each other will be arrested quickly, and the adults may be able to fall lightly, otherwise your dog head will definitely not be protected." The battalion commander was still not afraid, stood in front of the door of the Assassin's Mansion, and shouted angrily with a righteous face,

"Phew." Yi Feng spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said angrily: "Gao Xin'er is extremely shameless, not only killing my brother, plundering my money, and treating me like a dog, what kind of mercy can I say for such despicable acts, now I am going to do the right thing for heaven and calm this assassination mansion, if you retreat like this, I may spare you from dying, otherwise I will give you an order, and you will die without a whole body." ”

The battalion commander suddenly laughed angrily, looked up to the sky and laughed: "I'm so daring, let's call a certain family today to see how you are in charge of the bloody village." ”

"Wow, look for death." Yi Feng was furious, and shouted "rush", and the people rushed to the battalion commander first, but there was also a bit of momentum,

"Brothers, it's time to repay Lord Assassin Shi, come with me to kill all these dogs and smash them." The battalion commander was not afraid, and with a roar, he waved the steel knife in his hand towards Yi Feng, and the desperate and indomitable momentum suddenly shocked the soldiers behind him, and the fear in their hearts disappeared, and they rushed forward one by one with red eyes,

Three hundred people against six thousand, one side is a new ding who has been trained for more than a month, and the other side is a fierce and unscrupulous bandit, maybe the two sides are not much worse in terms of single strength, but the difference in numbers dooms the end of these three hundred people,

However, even though he knew that he would die, the battalion commander never gave up, whether it was for the dream in his heart, or for the soldier's defense, or to repay the grace of his happy acquaintance, he would not be cowardly, he would not retreat, even if his body was broken and his soul was scattered,

"Boom." The battalion commander and Yi Feng fought hard, a spark flew on the blade, and Yi Feng's body suddenly stumbled into the slave group behind him, but the battalion commander's footsteps paused slightly, and then he rubbed his body and rushed forward, and the steel knife in his hand danced rapidly,

"Puff" twice, the two slaves were immediately hit, and they screamed and slowly fell to the ground when blood splashed.

"For the sake of adults, kill." The battalion commander had the blood of the enemy on his face, and his mouth was screaming, and the momentum was great, and behind him, all the soldiers were inspired, and immediately roared and waved the blades in their hands forward,

In contrast, Yi Feng's defeat made the advancing slaves discouraged, and they were forced to retreat a few steps by a wave of attacks by the Qingzhou army, killing and wounding more than a dozen people.

If all the Qingzhou soldiers have the courage of Qin Qiong and Zhang Shunzhi, or the leader is happy with this killing god, then Yi Feng's rabble is really nothing, but that is just an assumption, in fact, these new soldiers are still too immature, and the combat power they can gather is really limited, and their momentum only lasted for a short time before they retreated back in embarrassment under the counterattack of Yi Feng and others, and the defense line was turbulent and could collapse at any time,

Watching the soldiers around him fall one after another, the battalion commander could only shout bitterly, wielding his blade as much as he could, killing and wounding more enemies, and making his death more tragic, but other than that, he had no choice,

"Strongman, I'm here to wish you." Just when the three hundred soldiers were injured nearly 100 times, a clear cheer suddenly came from the Assassin's Mansion, which was very loud and full of energy, which made the battalion commander feel refreshed for a while, he was about to look back, but found that after a gust of wind, there was suddenly a young man in Tsing Yi in his twenties, holding a long sword with a cold light in his hand,

This young man was Ling Xiaoyun, who was cultivating in the Assassin's Mansion, and the previous movements in the city had already alarmed him, but he didn't act rashly, firstly, he didn't understand the cause, and secondly, he was not happy after all, and some things were inconvenient to do, but at this time, someone actually wanted to break through the Assassin's Mansion and kill the Duke of En, but Ling Xiaoyun couldn't hold it anymore,

The long sword in Ling Xiaoyun's hand trembled slightly, and a few flashes of light flashed, and two slaves fell down with a miserable scream, and the red mark on their necks clearly announced the end of the fate of those two people in the world.

"Thank you, Mr. Ling." The battalion commander was overjoyed when he saw that it was Ling Xiaoyun who made a move, he was in charge of the defense of the Assassin Mansion, although he didn't know how powerful Ling Xiaoyun was, but he also knew that he was extraordinary when he saw that he was courteous to him.

With Ling Xiaoyun's help, the morale of the three hundred Qingzhou troops was suddenly greatly boosted, and they quickly recovered their declining momentum, and they were inseparable from the slaves.

"Who art thou, that thou art so mad?" When Yi Feng saw Ling Xiaoyun beheading several of his brothers, he was immediately frightened and angry, and couldn't help shouting,

"How can you be worthy of knowing, you, take your life." Although Ling Xiaoyun has a kind face, he is not a gentle person in his bones, how can a person who dares to compete with the Hundred Flowers Palace and the Heavenly Dao Sect be a good man and a woman, before the words fell, the long sword in Ling Xiaoyun's hand beckoned to Yi Feng,

Yi Feng's ability is only between him and the battalion commander, where is Ling Xiaoyun's opponent, just three or two rounds of left and right, and his body is even more colorful, seeing that Ling Xiaoyun is difficult, Yi Feng retreated in his heart and wanted to retreat,

How could Ling Xiaoyun and the battalion commander do what Yi Feng wanted, Ling Xiaoyun made a false move, forcing Yi Feng to reveal a flaw, the battalion commander saw the opportunity and suddenly slashed at Yi Feng's abdomen, "poof", blood splashed, and a mouth more than a foot long appeared in Yi Feng's abdomen,

Yi Feng screamed, his body staggered and fell to the ground, his face turned pale for a while, but before he could react again, Ling Xiaoyun raised his sword and fell, and Yi Feng's big head left his body.

"The leader of the thieves is dead, do you still have to resist?" The battalion commander was dumbfounded, and his voice was like thunder, which was quite shocking,

The slaves were frightened in their hearts, and the movements in their hands couldn't help but lose a little bit of strength, and the pressure of the three hundred Qingzhou troops suddenly decreased greatly, and under the leadership of Ling Xiaoyun and the battalion commander, they slowly forced the slaves outside the gate of the Assassin's Mansion.

Ling Xiaoyun and the battalion commander are like the god of war possessed, and the warriors who are in charge of the gate have made thousands of slaves helpless in a short period of time, which is really a sighing thing.

At the same time, from a big mansion in the south of Qingzhou City, five hundred men dressed in Shen Zhuo's linen cloth suddenly rushed out, all of them wrapped their heads in red scarves, holding ox ears sharp knives in their hands, with a cold face.

These five hundred red scarf strong men are all the Xuanwutang disciples of the Beggar Gang, because they are happy to have an unstable foundation in Qingzhou City, so they are not scattered and stationed in Yecheng and Yingzhou rudder, nor do they stay in Xuyi Rudder, but guard in Qingzhou City, and they are the trump card force in Xingxing's hands.

With the addition of Xuanwutang, Lu Zhishen's pressure suddenly decreased, and he also knew that the situation was critical at this time, and he could not tolerate any woman's kindness, so he personally killed a few people who were rushing around, and he would not show mercy to those who dared to take the opportunity to make trouble, and killed all the way, and the number of people who died in the Qingzhou army exceeded 100, which also curbed the chaos in the city very well.

Knowing that there was an enemy attacking outside the city, after the West City Gate was attacked, where did Lu Zhishen still have the energy to take care of the fire in the military camp, he led his subordinates, ran wildly all the way, and finally broke through the chaotic crowd, came to the West City Gate, and met the Xuanwutang warriors.

"Kill all the rebels, rush." Lu Zhishen shouted, and ran wildly with his sword, and strangled the rioters under the West City Gate with the people of Xuanwu Hall.

And Happy had already come to the East City Gate at this time, and saw nearly 10,000 horses and horses running towards him with rolling dust in the distance, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, Happy had been guarding against the army of the imperial court, but he didn't expect them to come so quickly,

"Lord Thorn is back, Lord Thorn is back." The chaotic scene in the city is naturally in full view of the soldiers in the city, but there are strong enemies outside, without the order of the chief, they can only watch the riot happen and can not do anything, many newcomers are even more afraid, cowardly before the battle, and now they are happy, so that everyone is happy, the nervous and fearful emotions have also dissipated, and the soldiers in charge of the city gate also saw the opportunity to open the city gate,

"Enter the city and meet the enemy." He shouted happily, then took a deep breath, looked at the fifteen-meter-tall city wall, and rushed towards the city wall with a happy shout.

"Your Excellency, you." Qin Qiong and the others didn't know why, they saw that Happy swept to two meters below the city wall like the wind and suddenly rose into the air, and jumped up three meters high, when the rising momentum of Happy was about to stop, Happy Toe quickly kicked on the city wall, and the next moment his body jumped up again,

In this way, whenever he was exhausted, he was happy to borrow strength on the city wall, and after repeating it seven times, his happy hands climbed up to the city, he paused slightly, roared, and in a swing, a somersault rushed up to the city head, and landed steadily on the city wall.

Happy's swift and dexterous movements immediately shocked everyone, Qin Qiong thought to himself that his ability was not good, and he was not a problem with one enemy, but if he wanted to climb the wall like happy, he couldn't, and he admired happiness even more in his heart.

Not to mention the other soldiers, watching Happy climb the fifteen-meter city wall with his bare hands, such a skill is almost a god in their eyes.

"Enter the city and meet the enemy." Happy looked at the enemy troops who were speeding in the distance with a calm face, and shouted in a deep voice,