"Leave no one, kill!"

A deep voice gave a brutal order, what comparison is there between five thousand elites and ordinary townspeople?

Immersed in sleep, a loud and powerful hand silently grabbed his throat and twisted it! There was a crackling sound and a complete sinking of consciousness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

None of the townspeople, men, women, children, and unweaned babies escaped, and they did not even see the face of the murderer until they died.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no blood, only a chilling silence. However, for those who have passed away, it can be regarded as the greatest luck to be able to die peacefully without pain.

Although the town of Mizhuang is small, it is close to the southern part of the town, and there is a river that connects to the Han River. And a group of Mongolian elites can use the Han River to bypass Xiangyang and directly attack the hinterland of the rear, forming a two-sided attack on Xiangyang City!

It's just that Guo Jing is deep in the art of war, and of course he will not ignore the waterway. There are only a few small rivers in the villages and towns in the upper reaches of the Han River that cannot cross the big boats, and the towns along the banks of the entire river have soldier handles, so it is almost impossible to cross the Han River and attack the rear without knowing it.

However, almost impossible does not mean impossible. In less than eight minutes, all the Mongolian elites had cleaned up their traces and rushed to gather. The leader of the Mongolian soldiers looked at the tall and thin man in the front row: "Hutar, you lead your subordinates to lurk here, if anyone finds the trace in advance, there will be no mercy!" ”

"Yes, General Uliang!"

Hutar and four of his subordinates stood aside, and the Mongol leader, General Uliang, nodded flatly. Turning his head to look at the large army, he shouted, "Prepare the tools, and set off in three minutes." ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of Mongolian elites dispersed. Break down the tables, smash the chairs, tear down the houses, remove the door panels, and when they gather again, everyone has a big plank and a long stick in their hands. Is it all demolition and relocation?

Without hesitation, General Wuliang immediately ordered: "Cross the river and go!" ”

There was a soft sound, and the soldiers in the front row threw the planks in their hands on the water. Before they could do their best, the planks continued to sprint forward on the water, and the soldiers jumped up and landed firmly on the planks.

The thin planks carried the weight of hundreds of pounds of the whole person and rushed downstream along the river. When the speed slowed down, the wooden stick and artemisia in his hand gently pushed a little to the surface of the water behind him, and the speed climbed again! Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed is nothing more than that!

A large army of nearly 5,000 people just pulled out a long dragon on the narrow river and rushed into the Han River! No wonder the elites of the army were chosen for this operation, who would have expected the Mongols to come up with such a way to evade!

The river flowed, and under the watchful eyes of Hutar and others on the bank, the troops quickly disappeared into the darkness. The five people who stayed behind glanced at each other, split into three, and quickly hid in a house without a burning man. The village fell into complete silence.

With an unexpected way of crossing the river, this special force avoided various checkpoints along the way without anyone knowing, and soon crossed Xiangyang to reach its destination - Yicheng!

Jumping onto the riverbank, General Wuliang let out a long breath, and the other soldiers also gasped. Even if it is an elite, there is a great loss of physical strength when swimming over this "support boat".

"Rest in place for half an hour."

Looking back in the direction of Xiangyang, General Wuliang's brown pupils reflected the color of burning like fire. The unbroken city of Xiangyang? This time, even if you Guo Jing and Huang Rong are resourceful, don't want to break the deadlock!

Time passed and the night grew darker. Darkness is the best protective color for night raiders, and the people of Yicheng are still immersed in sleep.

On the city wall, several soldiers are sleepy insects, and chickens peck rice-like heads little by little, which is very interesting. Suddenly, one after another black shadows silently jumped up from outside the city wall, and their shots were like lightning, spitting vigorously, and there was no sound of broken bones, and the defending soldiers had fallen into a deep sleep forever!

After succeeding, the vanguard beckoned downward, and a Mongolian elite under the city wall didn't even need to borrow strength, and jumped up the city wall several feet high!

Shing mun? Arrow Tower? The Song Dynasty army was tightly guarded in front of this group of Mongolian elites.

Running silently, walking like flying, breaking the heart with a finger press, raising his palm to pat the brain marrow into white pulp! It wasn't until they were killed from the city gate to the central city lord's mansion that the Song Dynasty masters discovered the traces of the enemy.

"Who dares to assassinate the imperial court!"

Before I saw him, I heard a loud shout, full of energy. Immediately afterwards, a majestic man walked into the compound from the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings like lightning, and he suddenly saw through the traces of the killer hidden in the shadows.

Staring at the dark shadow in the dark, the man sneered: "Who should I be, it turned out to be a Mongolian dog, and I can smell that smell from afar." A mad dog is a mad dog, thinking that just a congenital level can be in my Great Song Dynasty? Hmph, this seat tells you to come and go...... Cannot?!! ”

Before he finished speaking, three black shadows appeared one after another, causing his face to change suddenly. There are three more masters, and the one at the head is still the grandmaster! Now it's tricky.

After thinking about it, the majestic man had secretly made up his mind to pay attention to running, but on the surface he refused to weaken his momentum: "What kind of hero is it if there are many people, even if you besiege it, no one will ...... if you want to run."

The rest of the words could not be continued, and a thrilling and terrifying aura enveloped every corner of his body. As if being targeted by a peerless beast, the slightest movement will usher in a thunderous blow!

There was a bang, the gate of the courtyard in front of him was shattered, and General Wuliang stepped into the compound step by step. With each step, the man's face turned half pale, and his eyes jumped out of his sockets like frogs.

When General Wuliang took the fifth step, the man's eyeballs violently shattered and sprinkled a cloud of plasma, and his body fell straight and fell to the ground without breathing! was actually crushed to death by momentum!

In this era of abundant and active aura, the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker.

If it is said that in the past, grandmaster-level figures such as Xi Ying and Du Fuwei could still entangle Ning Daoqi and other great masters for a while and a half. So now, seven or eight more together can't go a trick!

After killing a grandmaster master, General Wuliang's expression did not change in the slightest, and he strode forward without looking back.

Pushing open the door, what greeted him was a middle-aged man who turned pale due to fright, this is the Yicheng County Order.

On the bed, Mrs. County Ling didn't have time to get dressed, although she wrapped herself tightly in a quilt, and her small half-scented shoulders were exposed and white and attractive. The delicate body trembled, and her beautiful face was full of horror and pity.

The county commander barely suppressed the panic in his heart, and finally controlled the trembling muscles and opened his mouth.

"You are Mongols? How is my third uncle? ”

General Uliang did not answer, instead focusing his attention on the ink painting placed in the center of the room.

Approaching, General Wuliang watched carefully and said nothing. But the county order was bitter, and the dull and suppressed almost drove him crazy.

After a long while, General Wuliang praised sincerely: "What a Mi Yun Mountain, the faith is full of care, the smoke and clouds are shrouded, and the divine will is transcendent. Sure enough, it's good to draw and calligraphy.

This Mi Fu at least genuine is worth hundreds of pounds of gold, Meng County Ling family is quite rich. ”

The smile that seemed to have a deep meaning made Meng Xian Ling couldn't help but feel shocked, and lowered his head and didn't speak.

There is a saying in the Qing Dynasty called three years of Qing prefect and 100,000 snowflakes of silver. After serving for three years, ordinary officials only receive 100,000 taels of silver to be considered incorruptible, and it is conceivable that there was darkness in the officialdom at that time.

And this situation is very suitable in today's Song Dynasty.

Seeing that Meng Xianling had kept his head down, General Wuliang was not angry, and continued to carry out a psychological offensive: "Mengxian Ling, the Song Dynasty has been weak for a long time, and you, as a person in the officialdom, understand the situation best.

You are a smart man, why don't you submit to my Great Yuan Dynasty. General Ben promised that as long as you are sincere and obedient, you will have all kinds of gold, precious stones, and beautiful women. It's ten million times better than being a small county here. ”

Meng Xianling's eyes showed a look of struggle, and he fought fiercely against the fear of death, his greed for money and power, and his own sense of belonging to the Song Dynasty and this nation.

"Husband......

The frightened county lady whispered timidly, not knowing what it meant.

Hearing his wife's call, Meng County Ling made a decision. Although his body trembled, he still used all his strength to shout: "Mongolian dog, don't be delusional!" Although I, Meng Tieshan, am greedy for money and lustful, I will never do anything to betray the country! Life is a Song Dynasty person, and death is a Song Dynasty ghost. Die for it! ”

After speaking, Meng Tieshan looked at his wife apologetically. When I turned around, I saw Mrs. County Ling smiling at her, and her heart suddenly swelled with great courage.

Turning his head, his eyes widened to reveal unwavering faith. Life and death have been forgotten, where righteousness goes, what does it matter to die!

Instead of being angry, General Wuliang showed a look of appreciation: "Good man! is worthy of being the uncle of the famous general Meng Heng, and he did not embarrass the Yue family's army. ”

Meng Tieshan's face changed, and his heart suddenly sank. These Mongolian dogs know who I am! and this calm and calm tone, there must be a backhand. They cannot be allowed to succeed.

Meng Tieshan opened his mouth violently and bit his tongue fiercely, biting his tongue and committing suicide! But as soon as he opened his mouth, his body suddenly froze and could no longer move.

"It's a pity that the object of my heart is not my Dayuan."

General Wuliang's expression turned cold, and his eyes staring at Meng Tieshan revealed a strange divine light.

In a trance, Meng Tieshan only felt that the man in front of him had become his most trustworthy person. Leave everything to him, what else can't be assured?

Divine Consciousness is no stranger to any innate master, let alone a great grandmaster who is close to shattering. Naturally, a little mystical art is nothing.

Although Meng Tieshan is also a disciple of the military family, he has not attained deep attainments in the early days, so naturally he cannot live with the power of the great grandmaster.

After completely controlling Meng Tieshan, Wu Liang was also relieved. In this way, there is an explanation for Wanyan Zongbi.

Of course, there is one more thing to do before taking Xiangyang. Wu Liang looked coldly at Mrs. County Ling, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots can never cause trouble.

I didn't know that Mrs. County Ling's expression when she was generously dying just now suddenly changed, her eyes were full of spring, and she loosened the quilt to reveal her delicate body wearing only a belly pocket. Jiao Didi knelt down and saluted Wuliang, and the snow white on her chest was unusually conspicuous.

"Yin Kui sent foreign deacon Yun Niang, I have met General Wuliang Hetai." (To be continued.) )