In fact, the riots in Lin'an came much faster than predicted.

That night, word came back - the patrol lurking outside the village had spotted a trail in the distance, and there were not a few people.

After receiving the news, Shen Manchu quickly notified all households, and then led the patrol team to stand at the entrance of the village, and the handle of the knife in his hand trembled again.

From Qingshanzhai to Fucheng, this is a must-pass place for the mob.

If they go straight to the city, it's fine, but if they stop.

No matter how powerful Shenjia Village is, it is impossible to withstand the 20,000 mob.

"Xingluo, how is our trap strengthening?"

To be honest, Shen Manchu was a little panicked.

It was even more panicked than when he was about to face more than 200 mountain bandits.

The knife in his hand was unstable - of course, he hadn't cut a few people with a knife before.

"Three times as many as before."

Shen Xingluo's tone was calm, not flustered at all, "Don't worry, they won't put all their hands in the village, and taking the city is the purpose of the mob." ”

In the dark, the handsome facial features are more three-dimensional, the scar on the side of the face is completely hidden because of the shadow, and the black deep eyes look even more unfathomable.

This made Jiang Lao have to look at him again.

In the face of such a dangerous situation, this nineteen-year-old boy has achieved such composure, which is rare in the world.

This person is set to be a big tool.

"Shen Li Zhengda can rest assured, my Song Xiaoyou will lead people to ambush nearby, if the mob really comes to the village, they will definitely attack."

Jiang Lao had thought of this a long time ago and made arrangements in advance.

The people of Shenjia Village must not be in danger.

"That's good, that's good, I'm just a little worried, and I'll laugh and laugh."

Shen Manchu breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have the mood to observe the trap outside the village that had been strengthened by three times.

Since Jiang Lao and Song Zhi visited Shenjia Village one after another, Shen Xingluo knew that danger was coming, and led the patrol team and Cheng Daqian to rearm the village.

The range of traps on the outskirts of the village was tripled, so the patrol went to the Fucheng Iron Shop to buy iron tools in batches to make sharp arrows for backup.

And there are a few more stone walls originally used for defense, so the mountain bandits led by the big boss can be regarded as tired.

The current Shenjia Village is very different from the past.

Cheng Xi looked up and looked around, pausing when his gaze touched a few inconspicuous stone walls.

Unlike the previous stone walls, which were purely defensive, the extra ones had a man-deep ravine under each of them, which eventually connected them together.

It extends in all directions to the village.

Attacking with a bow and arrow can be taken by surprise and can also be defensive, but patrols are like ghosts when they hide in ravines.

This was not the first time she had seen too many stone walls, but Cheng Xi was still deeply shocked.

If these ravines were a little more secretive, it would become a real tunnel war.

An ancient, could his thinking be so advanced?

Demons.

Cheng Xi silently sneered, and Shen Xingluo next to him looked sideways into the distance.

"Here we are."

As soon as the words fell, there was a faint sound of running in Cheng Xi's ears, and then the sound became louder and more chaotic.

It did come.

Most of the people in the patrol team didn't hear any running, but everyone firmly believed in Shen Xingluo's words and began to wait for them.

The crowd didn't wait long, and the distant noise and footsteps reached their ears.

The mob really came.

(End of chapter)