Gong Laoba sneered in his heart, and said in his heart, if all the officials of Daheng are like you, then Daheng will die sooner or later.

This Lin He is just a pampered Yanei, who has lived for more than 20 years and fought for a lifetime, and finally found that he really can't do it himself, and now he can only think about saving his own life.

Gong Laoba was slandering in his heart, he didn't pay attention to how Lin He complimented him for a long time, and shook his chair absentmindedly, until Lin He called him several times, and then came back to his senses.

"What's the matter, General Gong, what I said, you plan to respond." Lin He raised his hand and took a sip of tea from his cup, "This deal is really cost-effective, if I am in the position of General Gong, I will definitely have to come down, I am a villain with no ambitions, and General Gong will spare my life." ”

"Hmm." Gong Laoba responded, still absent-minded, he looked left and right, as if he was waiting for something, with an inexplicable irritability.

Lin He held the teacup and stared at Gong Laoba's eyes, feeling that his reaction was so strange now.

What is he waiting for?

Before Lin He could finish his doubts, he suddenly heard a few night owls chirping outside the door, which was particularly creepy in the middle of the night.

Lin and a spirit, but Gong Laoba seemed to come to life, pulled out the knife on his waist, kicked over the table in front of him with a bang, and laughed three times: "General Lin Bing, I'm sorry!" ”

After the twenty people brought by Gong Laoba left the camp tent, they immediately dispersed, they were originally wearing the armor of the Sichuan army, and when they dispersed like this, they couldn't tell who was who.

The two Sichuan soldiers who were together whispered a few words to each other, and others could only hear the muttering, and they couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

If someone sticks it to their mouth, they can hear it clearly, this group of people is not speaking Daheng official dialect, nor is it any kind of Daheng native dialect, they are speaking Dongying dialect!

More than half of these twenty people were Dongying people, and they quietly went up to the city gate.

The sentry on duty turned around and said to a soldier, "Now is not the time to change the value, what are you all doing here?" ”

Without saying a word, the Dongying soldier pulled out a long knife from his waist, and slashed at the soldier's neck with one sword, and blood flowed everywhere. The surrounding soldiers felt that something was wrong, and screamed at the Dongying soldiers.

The Dongying soldier quickly wiped his hand on his waist, and he didn't know what he felt from his waist, and the goddess threw it at the faces of several people in front of him like a flower.

Those few people screamed, and they were all knocked to the ground by the Dongying soldiers, and only then could they see that they all had steel knives several inches long in their eyes - they were commonly used shurikens by Dongying warriors!

There are not many soldiers on duty at the guard gate, and they are all Sichuan troops, they are used to it, and now such a big defensive task, it is inevitable that there are no tired people, and there are few people who do not doze off in the middle of the night. Now that such a surprise attack suddenly came, he couldn't react at all, and before he could move his arms and legs, which were stiff when he was dozing, he was slashed and killed by the Dongying soldiers.

This group of Dongying soldiers was obviously specially trained, and they shot extremely fast, and they played a dazzling knife technique without waiting for anyone to react, and then they either splashed blood or screamed again and again.

They didn't love to fight at all, and after slashing and killing the soldiers at the guard gate, a group of people grabbed the lever that raised the jack gate.

Several people shouted, the heavy jack gate was raised, and the Dongying soldiers under the city slashed left and right, clearing all the surrounding obstacles, and then slashed at the gate latch.

He slashed several times, and at last the latch snapped into two pieces of wood, which hung loosely on the door.

At this time, the jack gate was raised, and there were 100,000 chaotic troops in ambush outside the clamping gate, as well as countless Dongying warriors, and they marched towards the clamping gate of Nanjing City.

The city of Nanjing is extremely fortified, but this is for people on the outside. It is extremely difficult to attack the city from the outside, but it is easy to open it from the inside.

……

Lin He has a sword on his body, but the sword is a more civilized thing after all, and this Lian Jie still has a sword on his body. Therefore, when facing the knife in Gong Laoba's hand, he couldn't resist at all.

What's more, Gong Laoba's speed of drawing the knife was too fast, and it took Lin He a lot of time to block the overturned table in front of him.

Gong Laoba didn't care about Lin He's actions, raised his knife and slashed at the person, shouting in his mouth: "Little Wang Ba Lamb, you and Daheng's group of dog officials are all the same dog, I can't let you get your wish!" ”

When Lin He was sick for a while, Gong Laoba had a lot of strength, and he fought with him left and right, and he was out of breath after a few moves.

"Sick seedlings." Gong Laoba smiled, "Today you have to die at the hands of my grandfather!" ”

After that, he avoided Lin He's sword and slashed down diagonally.

Lin He's head didn't have the slightest nostalgia for his neck, and he simply rolled off his cavity and rolled on the ground like a ball several times.

Rolling all over the ground was covered in blood.

The hot blood that spurted from Lin He's neck nourished Gong Laoba's face on the spot, and Gong Laoba kicked Lin He's headless body that was still standing and staggering, wiped his face, and killed him with a knife with a cruel smile.

He didn't want to negotiate peace with Lin He from the beginning, this was a pretense to ask Lin He to put his people into the city of Nanjing, and he opened the city gate from the inside in one go. The night owl chirped just now, and it was the number of the cup!

He didn't want to spare Lin He's life, not only did Takei Ichiro ask for Lin He's head by name, but also because he looked down on Lin He at all, and simply didn't want to leave him alive.

He admired Lian Jie, and even admired Mu Chengye, but he hated this Lin He.

In addition to the eunuch of Fuzhou Wei, there was also the governor of Fujian who was slashed to death by him, and this was the third time he had seen such a person who met the standards of Daheng's "dog official".

Why did he pretend to say "don't touch the people of Nanjing", why should you listen to him!

The team he led was also full of people, and he also wanted to eat, and he also wanted the girl from Qin Huaihe to warm his bed......

The rebel army entered Nanjing City from the Jiagang Gate, and the Zhongchuan army in Gencheng couldn't resist it at all, and the rebel army cut off their heads one by one like cutting leeks.

Some people even strung the severed heads into a string, hung them around their waists like treasures, and shouted: "General Gong said, a person's head is two taels of silver!" Brothers, when the war is over, we will all get rich, and marry the little lady on the Qinhuai River as a wife! ”

"Kill!" The rebel army scattered in all directions.

The ghost cries in the middle of the night, the sky and the earth change color, and the panic is like hell on earth.