But with a light touch from the leader of the black armor, Yang Meng came to his senses:

As soon as Zhao Guangzhi dies, the territory he has beaten down will become a borderless land, and the first person to react will have a chance!

If Yang Meng can seize the opportunity to pocket them, his territory, population, and army will expand accordingly.

The more his strength grew, the less of a threat the Liu family posed to him.

"Thanks for mentioning it!"

"God help those who help themselves."

"What do you mean?" What does this mean, Yang Meng was confused and asked respectfully.

"Changes are coming in the Shining Gold Plain, if you persist for another three or five years, you will definitely be able to keep the clouds."

"Change?" Yang Meng asked, "What kind of change?" ”

But the leader of the black armor did not answer, and with a flick of the reins, the horse began to trot again. Dozens of horsemen followed closely, all passing in front of Yang Meng's eyes, and they didn't look back.

The forest was filled with fog at some point, and this strange cavalry disappeared into the fog in a blink of an eye.

Yang Meng's ears echoed with the advice of the leader of the black armor:

"Accumulate more good fortune and less sinful karma. Otherwise, I'll look for you in advance. ”

The gloomy words made Yang Meng think of the other party's methods again, and subconsciously shuddered.

When he returned to the city, his men reported:

When everyone cleaned up the battlefield, they found that there was an extra relief on the brick wall next to the city gate.

The image carved in relief has sharp eyes and fangs, a short horn on the head, and a beard under the jaw.

Everyone didn't know what it was, Yang Meng carefully identified it, and said uncertainly: "This look, isn't it a dragon?" ”

How this relief came to be, no one knows. Anyway, before last night's battle, there were no miles on the wall.

Some city citizens cautiously asked Yang Meng: "Lord Yang, isn't it related to those black-armored gods who just left?" ”

In retrospect, the mask worn by the leader of the black armor is very similar to the relief on this wall.

Yang Meng thought so too.

He reached out and stroked the relief on the wall. Isn't that a team of people secretly carving?

Soon, the people of Shijiatou found three other reliefs in the city, which were also Jiaoshou patterns.

Everyone was amazed.

The Black Armor Army stayed in Shijiatou for a limited time, and most of them were used to kill enemies. If they want to carve these patterns, they'll have to use their magical powers, right?

As time passed, the relief of the head became more and more blurred.

After three days, they were completely gone.

What the walls looked like originally, and what they still look like now, as if these reliefs never existed.

……

Liuping.

In this half night, the defenders of Liuping opened the city gate six times, because Zhao Guangzhi's rout fled back to more than 400 people one after another.

The news of Zhao Guangzhi's death also returned with them, and spread quickly among the defenders.

General Zhao is dead!

What should I do with this group of big-headed soldiers, whose ones will I eat in the future, and whose ones will I use...... Who are you going to listen to?

Frustration and confusion swept through the whole army, and these six hundred people were at a loss.

A snake can't be without a head.

Two leaders saw an opportunity and offered to stand up for themselves as the new leaders.

In troubled times, where there is power, there is everything.

The other leader didn't want to participate and planned to leave with his cronies, but the others blocked their way: there were only 600 defenders in the city, and he took 200 with him, and the rest could still be successful?

The three of them attacked each other, and soon turned from a war of words to a fight, and then to a group battle and a scuffle.

When the three sides fought fiercely, the city gate changed.

In the midst of the chaos, someone opened the city gates.

This action was not eye-catching, after all, Zhao Jun returned to the city all night.

Who would have thought that this time it was not the rout army that fled back that entered the city, but more than dozens of demon-like black-armored cavalry!

As soon as they entered the city, they went on a killing spree.

Zhao Jun had already experienced a night of horror in Shijiatou, and in this trance, the black-armored cavalry actually followed up Liuping again!

Nightmares are back.

Most of the Zhao army scattered and fled, unwilling to relive the experience of Shi Guantou; After the rest of the black-armored cavalry sprinted back and forth for two rounds, they were also frightened, and they couldn't organize a decent resistance at all, and they fled again!

The battle before dawn was rather sloppy, and it took less than two quarters of an hour for the Blackarmies to defeat the opponent and jump with their heads in their hands.

The battle for Liuping was also over.

But this brief lurking of restlessness and restlessness.

Afterwards, He Lingchuan ordered his subordinates to disperse and go to the streets and alleys to gather crowds.

The battle of just two quarters of an hour made most of the residents of Liuping tremble.

But they have become accustomed to being driven away by Zhao Jun, at this time, like well-behaved sheep, and like moles driven out of the hole, they lowered their eyebrows and slowly converged to the open space at the mouth of the vegetable market.

The space behind the Liuping City Gate is too small, so you can only choose the vegetable market.

However, what appeared here was no longer the extremely vicious Zhao army, but another strange army.

More mysterious, darker, and more terrifying than Zhao Jun.

No one dared to squeak, only the torches around the clearing were blown by the wind.

Wan Qifeng and Dong Rui looked at these villagers, all of them had yellow faces and thin muscles, and their bodies were shrunk, some looked frightened, and some looked insensitive, like walking corpses.

But the eyes they cast on He Lingchuan and the others did not contain any kindness.

Liuping is here, and it is Zhao Jun who occupies it today, and it may be replaced by Li Jun and Wang Jun tomorrow......

The city head changes the king's flag, who will be different? The only thing that remains unchanged is that they, the civilians, will still be oppressed, exploited, and eaten!

In this dead air, the leader of the black armor spoke:

"I'm giving you a gift!"

Wan Qifeng immediately dragged Zhao Guangzhi off the horse, and then took off the hood, exposing his face to the public.

There was a gasp of gasp all around.

"Who knows him?"

There were many people who recognized Zhao Guangzhi, but they didn't dare to respond.

No one knew which one these black-armored knights were singing.

At this time, a large cauldron had been set up in the clearing, water was poured into it, and firewood was burned underneath.

The pot is very large, can cook a large pot of rice, and can throw a mouthful of fat pig.

Two black-armored cavalrymen tied Zhao Guangzhi to a log.

"He's yours." He Lingchuan pointed at Zhao Guangzhi with the tip of his gun, and then pointed at the cauldron, "Who is coming?" ”

The crowd was as quiet as chickens.

The villagers looked at them in a daze, some with their mouths half open, most of them cowering and confused, and a few of them looked numb and could only gasp quietly.

Dong Rui couldn't help it: "You don't want revenge?" ”

Enmity?

Avenge?

A few villagers tilted their heads, as if pondering the meaning of the sentence.

They looked at the black-armored knight, and the other looked at them. Wan Qiliang noticed that even if Zhao Guangzhi was tied up like a dumpling, they didn't dare to look at it, as if they would be killed at a glance.

He couldn't help but curse in a low voice:

"Rubbish!"

Others tied up their enemies and sent them to the door, but they didn't even dare to have the idea of revenge?