"It's Lord Weikang!!"

Compared with Wei Meng, who is opposite to Wei Kang, it is inevitable that others will be slower to recognize Wei Kang who only has one head left, but the shock brought to them is more significant. In the eyes of ordinary mountain people, or an ordinary soldier of the garrison guards, Wei Kang, the head of the twelve guards, is already a big man on the top. But now, he had only one head left, hanging from the north exit like this.

The soldiers of the garrison obeyed the orders of their commander and tried to separate the gathered mountain people. But while they themselves carried out the order, they kept peeking at the contents of the strip of cloth, and were about to say a few words when the commander was not paying attention.

"Another one!"

This word has become the sentence with the highest probability of appearing, and even if many people don't say it, they clearly mean it in their eyes.

This kind of scene, such a scene, has been staged in various parts of the Xiafeng District since the emergence of the Nightingale organization more than three years ago. From the remote border towns to Xiafeng City, the main city of the Xiafeng District, one after another wicked people were punished by them and displayed to the public.

The black letters on the white cloth list the crimes of these wicked people. And the nightingale, under their background, has become the embodiment of justice in the minds of many mountain people.

"Scattered, scattered!!" the guard at the north exit kept shouting at the crowd. However, instead of dispersing, the crowd tends to gather more and more.

Wei Kang, it's Wei Kang! Wei Kang was killed by the nightingale.

The news was spreading rapidly, much faster than the spies sent by Wei Meng to deliver the letters. Such a big man was disposed of, and people's expectations of the nightingale were pushed to a new level.

The crowd could not be evacuated for a long time, and the soldiers of the garrison were even squeezed out of the crowd. I watched as Wei Kang's head continued to hang there. I watched the white cloth list many of Weikang's unsightly behaviors. But there is no way to deal with it.

"Block the intersection for me!Don't let anyone come again!Disperse, let them all disperse!" The guard commanded his subordinates with thunder, but to little avail. The standing garrison at the north exit was not enough to cope with the enthusiasm of the mountain people that was ignited in an instant.

"Rubbish!" a shout came into the ears of the guard.

"Who?" the guard who was in an anxious mood roared subconsciously, but when he looked around, he couldn't see who was talking to him.

"Disobedient, kill!" the voice came again, but the guard still couldn't find who was speaking. However, there is already a realization of a possibility.

I only heard its voice, but I didn't see its people, which was obviously the use of supernatural sound transmission, and among the twelve guards, there was such a master of the sound of the spirit.

Lord Wei Meng?

The guard subconsciously shrank his head. The Twelve Guards had no official position, but their power was far greater than that of their lower-level officials. Realizing that the "waste" might be Wei Meng's evaluation of him, the guard officer's face suddenly became even more mournful than before. At this time, where would he care about anything else, and immediately frantically gave instructions from Wei Meng.

"Let them disperse! The soldiers heard it, and so did the people who gathered here. Before the soldiers could act. There was already an uproar among the people.

Not out of fear, but out of anger. Everyone's feelings were in a state of excitement because Wei Kang was killed, and they were originally restrained by the fear of the rule of power, but the cruel and brutal order of the guard officer completely shattered this last bit of suppressed thoughts.

Anger burned in everyone's eyes, and they all pointed at the guard who gave the order. And just this gaze as if he was about to eat people was a reaction that the guard officer did not expect at all. He subconsciously took a step back, pressed one hand on the hilt of the knife, and shouted at all the mountain people: "What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? ”

There were two personal guards behind the guard, but when they saw such a scene, they didn't dare to step forward.

They are just ordinary soldiers, because of long-term training, they may have the threshold to touch a little bit of courage, but after all, they are not those who have the ability to penetrate the realm. In the face of such a crowd, their little realm strength would not play any role at all.

"What's the matter, are you deaf, or do you want to rebel too?" the guard shouted when he noticed that the two guys behind him hesitated and did not move. Seeing the guards like this, the mountain people boosted their confidence. These soldiers and commanders, who usually make them fearful, don't look scary at all.

"If you don't disperse, you won't be killed?" said one of the mountain people who walked at the front, looking at the wary guard and his two guards with a sneer. This kind of look usually only appears on the faces of ordinary people!

"Yes. A reply.

The guard did not speak, nor did the two guards, but almost everyone in the room heard the answer. Everyone looked around for the source of the sound, and when they turned their eyes to the boulder with the north exit written on it, they saw a figure flying high, and the head of Wei Kang hanging on the boulder had been removed, and long strips of cloth flew up, as if they had opened their eyes. Before anyone could react, the strip of cloth had already flown back, but a person was dragged back from the tail, it was the mountain man who spoke and mocked the instructions of "no scattering, no mercy will be killed".

Wei Meng stood on the boulder at the north exit, holding Wei Kang's head in his left hand and the white cloth in his right hand. The mountain people's necks were strangled and hung up, and they were struggling desperately.

"Yes. Wei Meng repeated again, using the voice of Naruto, and everyone present could hear it clearly, "If you don't disperse, you won't be killed." ”

Anger was still written on the faces of all the mountain people, but now, little by little, it was hiding, replaced by the fear to which they had become accustomed. Some were still staring, while others were already on the verge of leaving. And the mountain man who was hung in the air by Wei Meng and saw that he was about to die, but no one cared at all.

"One last time, disperse. Wei Meng said.

Those mountain people who were still stunned finally made a move and were about to leave in a hurry. People push people, people block people, some people are pretending to be in pain, but they don't dare to make any sound at all, everyone is trying their best to suppress and hide, lest they be noticed. So many people moved together and left, but not one spoke, only the uninterrupted, dull sound of footsteps.

Wei Meng stared coldly at this qiē, his right hand still hanging the poor mountain man, his struggling movements were getting weaker and weaker, and at this moment, an arrow flew from the far end.

There have been people behind me when I code words today, and the pressure is great!(To be continued......)