The whole wooden bones were bound in the city, many torches lit up the streets, the surging voices of people and horses' hooves, set off waves of sound, the scene began to gradually get out of control, this is not a well-organized modern army, even those patrolling cavalry are not, they need the enemy, and after discovering the corpses of the patrol team of thirty people, panic and fright, make them need the enemy even more.

Human beings are a group of creative powers, regardless of race and country, except for human beings, no kind of creature can create all kinds of civilization and technology; At the same time, no living creature will create a lot of torture to deal with its own kind.

Therefore, when there was no enemy, the chaotic crowds that began to be dominated by terror spontaneously created enemies, and some of the doors of the houses facing the street were knocked open, and people assumed that the enemy was hiding in them; And slowly, no longer knocking on the door, but smashing it open, and no longer telling the owner of the house why, some of those who wanted to defend their rights to their private homes became suitable imaginary enemies - and they were so powerless in the face of the crowds.

The occasional sporadic sound of gunfire, though sharp, was overshadowed by the sound of the crowd and the cursing of those imaginary enemies who had been pulled out; And the training that the shooters have received in the special brigade makes them choose a good angle, and the flashing muzzle flame is not too eye-catching among the many torches.

The leaders of the small groups of people, maybe Ah Lu, maybe they are usually well-known people, and the shooters, including Ding Yi, do not know their identities, but they can see people gathering around them, and their exaggerated body language. and high-pitched voices, which make them targets and then die.

"Start the second phase." Ding Yi looked at the increasingly chaotic crowd. Said to his robe. They disappeared into the alley again. When they emerged from another alleyway, their tightly wrapped arabesque robes obscuring their ordnance and equipment, they looked just as much like the rest of the crowd, though the stiff and unnatural, agitated and aimless crowd was as stiff and unnatural as they parroted their voices, shouting, and cursing at those around them. No one pays attention to these issues.

Ding and his party have a clear purpose, and they will not stay in one place for a long time in the crowd. At the entrance of an alley, they break away from the crowd and walk through the alley until they find that they can't get to their target - most of the time. It's lost. They can only ensure the correct direction, but cannot familiarize themselves with every alley, at which point they will reappear in the crowd, repeating the previous move at the intersection of another alley.

"This is it." The soldiers of the pistol squad who followed Guo Jin, after all, had been tied up here for a long time, and they could still identify some landmarks, "This is the tax officer's house." ”

"Group A protects the doctors and porters and prepares fire support." Ding Yi said to Guo Jin. The porter refers to Morena, which is the positioning given to her by Ding Yi. In fact, she was doing the same thing, and under her robe, she had collected at least two hundred bullet casings, and she was carrying three hundred pistol rounds, ready to be restocked.

Seeing that Guo Jin made a tactical gesture to show that he understood, Ding Yi took off his white robe, pulled out his bayonet, and said to Cao Jixiang: "Don't make a sound, can you do it?" ”

The latter, too, took off his Arab robes, nodded, but demanded, "Give the old slave another bayonet." Emperor Jing quickly pulled out the bayonet on his body and handed it over, indicating that he would probably commit suicide if he took the effect of this thing, but if he wanted to do so, he felt that the scalpel was more comfortable.

Ding Yi made a gesture to the fat man, and the latter, who had already ripped off his robe to reveal his black military uniform, immediately climbed the wall, like a fat pig as dexterous as a cat, slid down comically but silently, under the surging crowd on the street, Ding Yi, who was listening intently to the movement, could vaguely hear the sound of broken bones coming from inside the wall, and then heard the sound of gently knocking on the wall, Ding Yi and Cao Jixiang also climbed the wall.

The tax officer's home is quite spacious, and there are many nursing homes, as soon as Ding Yi landed, he listened to the chaotic footsteps, he did not stay in place, and immediately led Wen Fat Man and Cao Jixiang to meet him, because the guy who was broken by Wen Fatman's neck bone, although he did not bleed much, but the smell of incontinence and urine at the time of death, and the smell of blood are generally difficult to cover up immediately.

The guards held torches and cursed the people outside, not realizing at all that Ding Yi, dressed in a black military uniform, was among the flowers beside them, and when the last person walked by, Ding Yi stood up from behind him, covered his mouth and cut the throat of the other party; And the fat man directly twisted the neck of the guard in front of him.

Cao Jixiang, a person who has a kung fu foundation, when he became familiar with Ding Yi's way of killing, he grew up much faster than ordinary soldiers, he suddenly appeared in the middle of the two guards, and then stabbed the chin of the back with a bayonet in his left hand, and the bayonet with his right hand pierced through the white hat on the head of the front guard, and plunged straight into his Baihui acupoint. However, his movements were still a little fancy, and when he pulled out the bayonet from the two men, Ding Yi and Wen Fatzi had already solved the other six courtyards.

Wen Fatzi and Cao Jixiang were dragging those corpses away, while Ding Yi returned to the wall, knocked out the code, and let the robe outside in.

"Where's the tax officer?" After dealing with the other team of guards, the bayonet was pressed against the jaw of the living mouth who had been left behind, and Morena asked him, "You must know that lying will not do you any good, it will only teach you to die, and die a painful death." ”

So they quickly got the news they wanted, and the fat man smashed his palm on the neck of the nursing home, and the other party went limp down, but after walking a few steps, Cao Jixiang whispered to Ding Yi: "Young master, the old slave is relieved." He secretly touched it back, ready to make up for the nursing home, but as soon as he touched it, the whole person lost his breath, and groped for the cervical vertebrae, and he soon found that the fat man directly smashed the cervical vertebrae, and couldn't help nodding, secretly vigilant in his heart, the people around Ding Yi really don't have fuel-efficient lamps, and they have to use more thought to become Ding Yi's henchmen.

"What are you going to do?" The tax collector was pulled out of bed and didn't panic too much.

People in high positions, over the years, always have a bit of the bearing of a superior, unless they come up directly, they will be beaten indiscriminately, and the prestige will be directly knocked out. Otherwise, people like him have a somewhat tiger-to-death tone, which makes Ding Yi very satisfied, if this guy is a soft egg who will only seek benefits, then Ding Yi can only kill him, and then change the plan of tonight's operation.

Ding Yi motioned for the tax collector to sit down: "We are from an ancient civilization in the East, and my people are all educated; I don't know under whose rule the current wooden bones are bundled, but judging by the customs and language of this city, it must be a tradition of Persia or the ancient Arab Empire, right? And you should also be the heir of the Arab Empire, not the local black native, so, I think you are also a cultured person who knows etiquette, is this correct? ”

"Of course." The tax collector sat down and motioned to the woman on his bed not to panic, "If you let go of the hand covering her mouth and remove the knife that rests on her neck, I promise that she will not scream or make any noise; Or you just kill her, or it makes me feel awkward. ”

When Mo Rena translated this to Ding Yi, who in turn changed it to the official dialect of the Great Ming Dynasty to tell sù Cao Jixiang, the latter immediately cut the poor woman's throat and then let go of his hand. Ding Yi did not have the hypocrisy to scold Cao Jixiang for being ruthless, if he let go of his hand, in case this woman screamed, it would be a gamble with the safety of Ding Yi and their group, Ding has never been a virgin, and he does not claim to be based on this.

"As you wish." Ding Yi said to the tax officer, "The main reason for my visit tonight is to ask you to help me copy something. Then Ding Yi took out the paper that he had asked Morena to write in Arabic and put it in front of the tax officer, "Please rest assured, I will only use it for my own collection and appreciation, and will never make it public, do you understand?" I'll think of this as an art of calligraphy, not as a blackmail on you. ”

The tax collector looked at the thing and felt only sweat oozing from his forehead, because it was written a declaration that the theocratic system was wrong, that Allah was to Allah, and that the secular was to be secular, and that the Qur'an had been tampered with, and that the religious personnel in the mosque who did not work were bloodsucking worms entrenched in the believers.

However, Cao Jixiang's simple knife made the tax officer not hesitate for long, and often the more high-level personnel, the more they understand the truth, and some things are just political needs. After weighing his life and his religious beliefs, the tax collector happily chose his life.

After he finished writing, Ding Yi taught him to put his seal and his fingerprints on it.

The tax collector knew very well that if this thing was published, he would definitely be killed by the angry believers and the rulers, the former because he had blasphemed the faith; The latter is because he tries to look down on power. However, it is not by chance that he was able to climb to this position, although his hands trembled slightly, he was still able to control himself without losing his temper too much: "What do you want?" Again, he asked the question.

"I don't need you to do anything for me." Ding Yi stood up with a smile, patted the tax officer on the shoulder, and said to him, "What do you need?" We came to you just to bribe, bribe......" he asked Morena, "can you translate the word?" Well, we're here to pay you a bribe, depending on what you need, of course. ”

The tax officer smiled bitterly, but he heard Ding Yi say to him: "For example, what do you think of sitting in the position of the city lord of the wooden bones?" ”

"Don't tease me, it doesn't mean anything to you, what you need me to do, just say it."

"Okay, then, I want you to become the lord of the city of Wood and Bone." Ding Yi said this to him very seriously. (To be continued......)