"Archers prepare, shoot!"

Lynch gave the order indifferently, and the squad of archers lined up behind him, and in front of him was the chaotic long street. On the long street, there were constant cries and insults everywhere. In the flickering light and shadow of the house, some suddenly calmed down, and all kinds of men came out of it.

Some of them tightened their belts while holding their pants, and their faces still had a residual charm, and the light of obscenity unconsciously appeared. Some scolded and scolded, holding a ball of clothes in their hands, and they didn't know what they were holding inside. After stumbling and "banging" a few times, the man scolded even louder, but he had to bend down with difficulty and pick up the small items that were suspected to be copper plates. After a sweep of the afterglow, he suddenly raised his head, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The "...... of the "Boom" arrows pierced through the air, and in the noisy environment, the whistling sound was undoubtedly unnoticeable. In the ears of these people, it was a bolt from the blue, and when they saw the soldiers standing at the corner of the street, they had no chance.

"Flutter." The arrows pierced through the body, and the iron arrows sank into the flesh, taking away too many of their thoughts. All the madness just now, at this moment of life and death, seems so ridiculous.

Some of them died directly, while others screamed in pain, touched the shaft of the arrow with their hands, and tried to pull it out. It's a pity that when the hand touched lightly, there was a scream like killing a pig, and the whole person collapsed to the ground. The lucky few hurriedly hid in the houses they had just come out of, secretly observing through the windows, and racking their brains to find a way to escape.

"Bang." The back of the head was hit hard, and the man who had just escaped was in a coma with his eyes rolled. "Bang bang bang." There was another series of dull sounds, and the owner of the house, with red eyes, shook the weight he had taken out of the house, and smashed it again and again, until the enemies were already covered with flesh and blood, and then collapsed to the ground.

"You ......" and when someone received the first heavy blow, he did not pass out, and his hand touched back and felt the warm liquid. The whole person turned his head in surprise, and saw a man with a little ferocity on his face, a little cowardice, and a happy man after revenge.

He stretched out his fingers, and with a fierce look on his face, he staggered forward a few steps, closing in on the people who had attacked him. This kind of coward, a man who has just entered the house and behaved extremely weak, how dare he? How dare you?

The man in the cloth robe stepped back in panic, and his heart was stabbed as he watched the man keep approaching. Thinking of the injured old father, thinking of the mess in the house, and the few times the family had worked hard to save for his daughter-in-law, a wave of anger suddenly spread out from the deepest part of his heart, and at the same time, there was also a force!

Grab the wooden stool, concentrate on the strength of your whole body, and slam it downward. "Smack." The sturdy wooden stool collided with the sturdy head, and suddenly scattered, and some pieces of wood that flew past the man's cheek, bringing out a bloody mark, but he didn't feel half of the pain.

How dare he?! The last thought appeared under the deflated brain, and the man's face was covered with blood, and he fell down completely, and his body twitched a few times from time to time.

Squatting down, the man wept bitterly, hating his cowardice and incompetence, so that his old father could be injured. With tears in his eyes, he swept over the hoe behind the door, and he instantly stopped his tears, stood up, walked towards the back of the door, picked up the hoe, and stepped out of the door.

"Soldiers, listen to my commands, and those who plunder property will be killed! Anyone who rapes and insults a woman will be killed! Kill, kill, kill! Lynch drew his knife, his eyes cold in his eyes. Every word that came out of his mouth was tyrannical and merciless, so that when the thugs in the street who were still wailing and humming in pain heard the words, the pain instantly turned into a fear of death.

Behind him, more soldiers drew their swords and walked towards the houses on the long street. The steps forward, the steps are extremely firm, and there is the same emotion that Lynch has in his eyes, and when he passes by those thugs who are not dead, he will not hesitate to kill these people!

They may have been citizens at one time, but when they took this step and started a riot in the city, they became enemies! In the face of the enemy, in the face of the enemy who destroys his own homeland, he must give complete destruction!

"I didn't expect it to come so quickly." The night owl muttered to himself, and through the window he saw what was happening on the street where he was.

Now it is likely that in Beihai City, the operation to suppress the riots in the city has begun, otherwise the chaos in the city is enough for the soldiers defending the city at the head of the city to make them have no intention of fighting. This is also a night owl, why not like those other guilds, the target is the high-ranking family, because it takes time to conquer, but it is not as fast as looting the common people.

Just like now, the soldiers in Beihai City are coming so quickly, I'm afraid that none of those people will be able to break into their respective target gates. He had never thought of confronting the official forces head-on.

The wind howled. When the wind is tight, it's time to run. Whoever wins or loses in the end, it's time to think about a way out for yourself, and now is the time to prepare for the way out. The night owl hopes that the government can hold Beihai City in the end, and if the Yellow Turban Army breaks through the city, I am afraid that even these people will not be left behind. Of course, more importantly, his retreat, if used once, there will be a danger of increasing exposure, and of course he does not want to use it until he has to.

I opened the window, twisted my thumb and forefinger together, put it in my mouth, and blew lightly, and a sharp whistle sounded. When this whistle sounded, the same whistle sounded in farther directions, street after street, conveying the message to farther places.

The night owl's ears moved, his head tilted back quickly, and two arrows passed in front of his eyes. The shape of the arrows, the sharp arrows, and the night owl with some black tail feathers could see it clearly, and the air currents that drove him by on the first day of the year made his eyes a little sour. "Duh, duh." The wooden edge of the window was shot by an arrow, and the sawdust flew in all directions, and the shaft of the arrow trembled until it finally stopped after a long time.

"The wind is howling!" In the distant streets, the players of the Night Meow Hall who heard the whistle understood the meaning of the whistle and began an orderly retreat. Without the slightest nostalgia, greed could not confuse their sanity, and they quickly ran towards the place where they had agreed to meet from the beginning.

(End of chapter)

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