Field artillery, even if it is a light field artillery, is fired at this distance, and the shotgun hits the idol and the human body, which immediately has a very deterrent "cannonball" effect, and any existence is instantly erased from the physical integrity.

But Rao was like this, and after a short period of confusion, the remaining Pushen Guanluo believers rushed over as if their spirits had been seriously stimulated and began to go crazy...... It is indeed very serious, and the statue of the god "invited" from the Pu Shen Temple was broken, which is undoubtedly a matter of the collapse of the sky for this small group of people.

But the good news is that it's limited to these people.

Of course, Jiang Xinghuo will not show mercy to these people, on the contrary, although he adheres to the people-oriented, these stubborn enemies are not the people he loves, and they must be resolutely eliminated from the spiritual to the physical.

Jiang Xinghuo bowed slightly at Zhang Anshi, Zhang Anshi pulled out the long knife in his hand, and ordered with a trembling voice. "Firebolts, ignition!"

Under the canopy, the firecrackers lit flints and aimed at the Urajin cultists who were trying to rush up the embankment from the mud.

The effective range of the Yongle First Year Arquebus was only 60 paces, and the villagers who stopped in place were not within the range of the attack, and only those fanatical believers who had become completely crazy because of the destruction of the statue of Pujin would be sent to the door and be killed in line.

The fire rope burned silently under the protection of the rain cloth overhead, and in the next moment, it was the moment when the buckshot hit the target.

"Shoot!" Zhang Anshi's long knife swung down heavily.

With the trigger pulled, the arquebus's chamber was quickly dipped black with gunpowder, followed by a dull sound, and the lead shot spun rapidly in the chamber before finally erupting.....

Dense buckshot shot out, and against the backdrop of the rain curtain, it seemed as if thousands of sharp blades were waving in the air.

"Puff~Puff~"

The muffled sound of the lead shot hitting the body was like some kind of special catalyst, which made those who wanted to move forward completely lose control and become hysterical..... Some collapsed in pools of blood, while others died with twitching limbs.

The terrible screams resounded through the dikes and tidal flats, and under the dense sound of guns and the killing of lead pellets, those Pushen fanatics who were still rushing towards this side fell down one after another, and the blood dissipated into the air along the rain, and the rich fishy smell permeated the air, making this place a Shura hell......

"Bang bang-"

Without receiving the commander's order to stop shooting, the rear two rows of musketeers fired in turn, and the dense sound of gunners still echoed on the land, filled with gunsmoke, accompanied by the flickering of firelight, and the last part of the Pushen believers, who were still struggling to run forward, slowly stopped in despair, and their bodies fell one after another, turning this place into a dead field.

Among these people, several men wearing sacred robes stand out.

Because, even if the lead shot hit their torso, they still didn't fall, they just swayed and looked very embarrassed.

"Urajin blesses, invulnerable!"

They muttered prayers in their mouths, as if they didn't care that they were covered in blood, and their eyes were fixed on the broken position of the idol not far away, and their eyes were full of fiery piety.

Jiang Xinghuo squinted his eyes and glanced at the group of guys, then looked up at the bronze field cannon that was ready again not far away, and sneered in his heart.

Most of these guys have iron plates hidden under their clothes, and they still want to use "invulnerability" to fool people?

Oh, times have changed.

With an order, the muzzle of the bronze field cannon was aimed at the remaining Pushen spectators.

The dark muzzle of the cannon made every villager have the same feeling of suffocation, especially those Pu Shen spectators who were locked by the muzzle, and their faces turned pale with fear, and their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably.

They knew very well that the iron plate under their robes could not stop the magic weapon of the national teacher, and they wanted to escape, but they didn't even have the strength to run.

"Bang!"

The cannonballs burst through the chamber, the shotguns exploded in midair, and one after another of the believers fell in pools of blood. Seeing this scene, so

Someone was stunned.

However, the remaining shotguns did not stop or diminish in the slightest due to their deaths, and they continued to fly quickly, fiercely, and swiftly, arcing down the muddy road and finally landing in front of them, piercing one believer after another through the chest.

The aftermath of the atmosphere was far more deterrent than the pain of being pierced, and the believers who had been pierced through their chests let out a terrible howl as they were dying, and even their voices changed their tone, like a terrible ghost's scream.

In desperation, several believers suddenly fell to their knees in the muddy water and shouted, "Pray for help.....

They hoped to be saved by the gods, but the gods didn't know what was happening, and the gods couldn't even hear their prayers, and the only thing they could do seemed to be to wait for death.

In any case, most of the remaining villagers have lost the courage to continue making trouble, a few choose to escape, and most choose to kneel on the ground, begging for forgiveness from the fertilizer immortals.

The terrifying "magic weapon" of the fertilizer immortals gave them an indelible impression, which could be seen from their kneeling posture raised high.

Up and down the riverbank, there was a deathly silence.

They will not forget the lesson of this time, they will no longer dare to resist, they are willing to become faithful believers of the fertilizer immortals, but everything that has anything to do with the fertilizer immortals, they will willingly worship.

- Just as the god of Urajin made them believe because he could destroy their farmland.

Song Li stood on the embankment on the riverbank, watched this scene, and sighed on the side: "Fear of power but not virtue, see small profits and lose great righteousness......

The psychology of the rest of the people is also quite subtle.

Zheng He looked at Jiang Xinghuo with some concern, while Huang Ziwei looked at the minced meat near the river embankment, and the villagers who were kneeling in the distance, and inexplicably remembered a word, "Jing Wei is distinct".

The original meaning is, of course, that the water of the Jing River is clear, the water of the Wei River is muddy, and when the water of the Jing River flows into the Wei River, the clear and turbid division is obvious, and the metaphorical boundary is clear or not, and it is quite appropriate to put it in the here and now...... Bloody and ignorant constitute an equally distinct picture.

However, Ye Xiucai breathed a long sigh of relief, this was already the best ending he expected.

In the face of the prestige of the "Fertilizer Immortals" known to everyone in Jiangnan, ordinary villagers lost their faith in following the Pushen fanatics.

It's a bit of a fanciful move, but it's certainly a great move.

Only Cao Song, who had half of his disfigured face, hid behind everyone and watched Jiang Xinghuo silently.

"This national teacher is still too soft-hearted to ordinary people, and I don't know if such a bodhisattva has such a heart, even if he has thunder means, he can do a great thing to change the world."

Cao Song laughed at himself, he had almost reached the point of incognito doing dirty work for the national teacher, if the national teacher failed, he would not end well.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't know the thoughts of the people around him, he looked at the scene in front of him, but he was inexplicably a little ..... Sorrowful? Jiang Xinghuo VIII has been reincarnated and has countless life experiences, but he is still a person, he is not an immortal.

He has his own feelings, even if his goal is to save the common people and let Huaxia rise to the top of the world, but in the face of these ignorant, stupid, greedy, and selfish villagers, there will still be uncontrollable anger.

The moment he closed his eyes, he also thought about whether to kill them all.

It was he who held back his anger and came up with a way to let these villagers survive.

However, these villagers, even now, are not in awe of his benevolence, but in awe of his godhead, and in awe of his magic weapon that can make thunderous sounds.

The people around him probably won't understand him, and they will only think that his mother-in-law and mother are soft-hearted and not refreshing enough.

Since ancient times, if you want to do great things, how can there be no bloodshed?

Of course, Jiang Xinghuo knows that many things can be done if he doesn't want a bad ending to happen

to, but he is still doing his best to save every living life.

Perhaps, this is where he lives and screws his jaw...... He has suffered too much, so he doesn't want all the hard-working people like him to lose their lives easily, but on the contrary, these people will not understand him, and will even go to fight against him for their own petty profits, which has become a stumbling block on his way to saving more people.

Which is more important than the lives of a small number of people and the lives of many more? Is it possible to sacrifice this small group of people for the sake of more people?

The answer given by Jiang Xinghuo is to do the smallest killing, sacrificing a small part of the small group of people, in order to save the largest number of people.

Even if he makes himself feel unhappy, this is really Jiang Xinghuo's choice to weigh the pros and cons in a dilemma and achieve the least damage.

But Jiang Xinghuo was still holding his breath in his heart, and he was still not happy.

Jiang Xinghuo was the first to walk out of the canopy, he twitched the long knife on his waist as he walked, step by step, steadily and calmly walked down the embankment.

People looked at him in fear, and some people secretly raised their heads and quickly buried themselves in the mud, not daring to look at him directly.

He clenched the long knife in his hand and walked slowly towards the crowd, the blade of the knife reflected the cold light in the air Jiang Xinghuo did not speak, nor did he have an expression, but every time he took a step, a footprint would be left on the river beach,

The reflection of his figure was like a silent but determined mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it difficult for people to breathe.

His gaze crossed the crowd, his lips pursed into a straight line.

With all his might, he shouted at the people who were kneeling down at the embankment. "One-Stand up!"

Everyone stood up in confusion and blindly, but although they stood up, Jiang Xinghuo seemed to see that there were still invisible figures, kneeling on the muddy ground, afraid of the shattered idol.

Jiang Xinghuo had nothing more to say, and the words on his lips were swallowed back by him. A deep sorrow came to my heart like a thick mist.

At this moment, he truly realized that if he wanted to change people's understanding of the world, it was like moving mountains alone.

No one understood him, neither the mountains nor the people around him.

It seems that there are countless voices urging him to give up, this road is destined to be lonely and bumpy. "Do you want to give up?"

Jiang Xinghuo asked himself, and immediately shook his head heavily.

The people under the embankment, although confused, finally stood up, even if it was only in the flesh.

"This is the first time I've encountered this mountain, and I want to move the mountain and reclaim the sea with a mortal body, so naturally I can't hear anything...... Good words to persuade you."

The wild geese on the horizon flew through the rain, reflecting the figure of Xiao Suo standing on the beachhead with Jiang Xinghuozi.

A cold wind blew, sweeping the reeds all over the mountains, fluttering under the cover of the night sky.

At night, in the wilderness, in front of a ruin, more than a dozen middle-ranking and high-ranking members of the White Lotus Sect in black robes were gathering here to "..... the Holy Maiden"

One of the Dharma Protectors asked in a low voice, "The Sect Master has been very irritable lately, and he is about to kill people at every turn, and he hasn't slept for a long time, only sleeping soundly right now, or why don't we all wait here and wait for the Sect Master to wake up?"

"Of course not."

A beautiful woman in a black dress slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water, and she said softly: "This operation, we originally wanted to make that national teacher bear the reputation of indiscriminately killing innocents, but it didn't succeed, but whether it succeeded or not, we had to report to the sect leader in time."

The masked White Lotus Sect elder asked, "Is it your intention to let Jiang Xinghuo be forced to 'kill innocents indiscriminately', or is it the sect leader's intention?"

The beautiful woman replied, "It is the meaning of the sect master, and it is also the meaning of many of the great men in the eunuch hall...... This national teacher has provoked the anger of the people."

Hearing this, the middle and high-ranking members of the White Lotus Sect invariably showed expressions of "you know".

The White Lotus Sect has formed a large number of professional believers with families, called the White Lotus Taoists. In Jiangnan, it is formed by the White Lotus Dao people

The hall and nunnery are all over the place, and there are thousands of disciples who gather, and there are dozens of few, and the scale can be compared with the Buddhist temple and Taoist temple.

The temple is generally dedicated to Buddha statues such as Amitabha, Guanyin, and Dashi Zhi (collectively known as the three saints of Amitabha), and the upper part is blessed and prayed for longevity for local officials, and the lower part is for the landlord to do Buddhist affairs, and there are also some good deeds such as building roads and bridges..... The property of the temple is actually the family property of the host, and these White Lotus Dao people collude with the government, make friends with the strong and strong, and become a local tyrant.

Therefore, the middle and high-level members of the White Lotus Sect here are not mud legs, on the contrary, most of them have read books and are also very familiar with the characters in the Jiangnan Eunuch Field.

The national teacher washed the eunuch field of Changzhou Mansion with thunderous means, killed people's heads, and forced the gentry of Songjiang Mansion to pay grain.

All these actions are not without a price.

It's like Jiang Xinghuo is desperately squeezing a spring, which is difficult to destroy, so it is almost inevitable to incur a rebound.

The officials and gentry on the bright side, of course, can't do anything to Jiang Xinghuo, but they still have the glove of the White Lotus Sect. Therefore, attacking Jiang Xinghuo in public opinion and making his reputation bad naturally became the best choice.

It's a pity that Jiang Xinghuo himself doesn't have any common hobbies in the eunuchs of the Ming Dynasty, he doesn't like extravagance and waste, he never uses power for personal gain, and there is no family member who can climb the chicken and dog to ascend to heaven, and almost all the property under his name is a public gift from the emperor or prince.

Even in terms of women, the top-ranked prostitutes on the Qinhuai River also admired the talent of this "Xiao Yanagiyong", and lined up to recommend themselves to the pillow, but they had never heard of anyone who had the opportunity.

Morally speaking, this is a perfect person who is close to a saint. So what can be attacked, naturally, is the only thing he does.

But whether it is the promotion of chemical fertilizers, or the proposal of policies such as "apportionment into the mu", it is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people, and it is not a point that can be attacked.

So, the White Lotus Sect tried every possible way and invested a lot of resources to set up a set for Jiang Xinghuo. It is not only for the respite of the rebels of the White Lotus Sect, but also to give an explanation to the Jiangnan gentry.

It's a pity that Jiang Xinghuo suppressed God at the last moment, and because of his good thoughts, he accidentally avoided it, so that the plans of the White Lotus Sect and the Jiangnan gentry were completely frustrated.

"I asked the Sect Master to show me the next steps...... The believers and the nunnery near Dahuangpu have been completely exposed and swept away, and we have suffered heavy losses and casualties, so we can't just leave it at that, otherwise, we won't be able to explain to the sect leader at all."

The beautiful woman in the black dress said, "Moreover, even for the sake of the army in the Three Lakes Sect, we have to find a way to continue to prevent Jiang Xinghuo from opening up the Great Huangpu-Shanghai Pu."

"Does the Holy Maiden have a plan?" "It's a bit superficial."

The masked White Lotus Sect elder suddenly raised his hand and said, "Then the holy woman should tell the sect leader in person." "That's right, what Elder Xu said is extremely true!"

"Holy Maiden, you can represent us." Everyone said.

"Okay." A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman in the black dress, but she still nodded, and immediately walked forward.

A moment later, she walked to the door of the ruined temple ruins.

The temple's exterior walls are mottled and decayed, and the courtyard walls are covered with green vines and weeds. In the dark and gloomy night, the faint sound of insects could be heard inside the temple.

The beautiful woman in the black dress stood in place, silent for several seconds. Then, she pushed the door open and walked in.

In the temple, there was a faint smell of rancidity, and two strings of copper bells hung from a half-new wooden door, tinkling as the wooden door she pushed open moved.

In the hall of the main hall, the lights are dim, and a huge Buddha statue stands at the end of the hall.

The beautiful woman in black walked up the stairs with her messy footprints, bypassing the two rows of dilapidated futons and offering tables, and walked straight to the Buddha statue.

She pressed the Buddha's fingers and twisted them gently, and then, there was a creaking sound, and a small hole stretched out of the back of the Buddha statue.

She turned away from the front of the statue and walked down the small cave. The closer I got, the more gloomy I feel.

Finally, at the end of a long corridor there was an iron door, and on the iron door hung a few rusty iron chains, which showed that it was a long time ago.

The beautiful woman in the black dress looked around, then slowly pushed open the iron door and got in. "Squeaky ······"

The iron door made a palpitating sound, accompanied by the blowing of the cold wind, giving people an inexplicable sense of fear. It's like goblins lurking in the dark, waiting for food to approach.

Here, it looks very weird.

Behind the iron gate is a cramped hut.

There was only one candlestick lit in the darkness, emitting a faint light.

"Vacuum hometown, no biological mother."

The night watchman with the knife saluted the saint, and then tugged on the rope beside him.

After a few moments, the rope was pulled again, and the Night's Watch took out the key and opened another iron door in the hut, making way for it.

And as soon as this door opened, there was a hole inside. Bright lights shone in.

The originally cramped room stepped into a door, and instantly became spacious and bright, with luxurious and elegant furnishings, all kinds of exquisite furniture, and valuable antiques.

Here, it is like the emperor's bedroom.

An old man was lying on his side on the collapse, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

In front of him, there was a glass table, on which were placed all kinds of delicate and delicious dishes and drinks, but none of the chopsticks were moved, and it was cold.

The beautiful woman in the black dress stood quietly on one side, looking at her nose and nose, and did not dare to say anything.

After a long time, the old man opened his eyes and asked the beautiful woman in the black dress, "How is the matter?" His voice was hoarse and low, and he could not hear joy or sorrow.

The beautiful woman in the black dress said with a slight guilt: "We failed." "Huh?"

The old man on the bed squinted, he didn't get angry, but asked, "Jiang Xinghuo, how did you break the game?" The beautiful woman in the black dress told the story of the day as it was.

"Not only has the backbone of Shanghai County been lost, but also the more than 3,000 Pushen believers, who have been preaching in the name of Pushen for many years to have this influence, and I am afraid that this time I am also bold, and I can no longer encourage to follow our teaching."

The beautiful woman in the black dress sighed and said, "That Jiang Xinghuo is so cunning that I even suspect that he set the trap in advance, and only after we got into it did we find out that we were all fooled, not only did we suffer heavy losses, but we were also caught alive..... Wang Yihan and several key members of the sect were captured alive."

Hearing this, the old man did not speak for a long time.

The White Lotus Sect has branches in each province and branches in each county.

The hall master of a county, or the hall master of such an important county town, was captured alive, and once he was tortured to extract a confession, what he revealed was enough to completely destroy the White Lotus Sect organization in the entire Songjiang Mansion.

In fact, the White Lotus Sect has rich experience in rebellion, and the high-level leaders are not in the besieged White Lotus Sect rebels within the Three Lakes, but boldly hide in the territory of the official army, so they are actually not afraid of the doomed rebels being completely wiped out, but are more worried about the destruction of the White Lotus Sect's organization.

After all, as long as the organization is complete, the White Lotus Sect will never be wiped out by the imperial court, it doesn't matter if it fails once, and the next time, there will be many failures, maybe which one will succeed....... Isn't this the case with the Red Turban Army uprising at the end of the Yuan Dynasty? It's just that in the end, Zhu Yuanzhang won the world.

And the area where these White Lotus Sect high-level leaders were hiding, in fact, was not far from Jiang Xinghuo. The old man thought for a few breaths and said:

"Wang Yihan doesn't know about this place, but this place is not necessarily safe, and now he is starting to move to Jiaxing Mansion." "In addition, let our people lurking in the ranks of the people try to dig down the dammed lake in Dahuangpu in advance." "Master."

The beautiful woman in the black dress wanted to speak and stopped, and only after hesitating for a moment did she say, "This is to send them to death, this is the elite of the sect."

"If you want to die, you have to try, if you don't need it now, why use it?"

"Otherwise, wait for Jiang Xinghuo tomorrow in front of the 100,000 people in the county,

After the dammed lake has been blown up, whether it is military or popular support, what hope do we have for a turnaround this time?"

"What's more, Wang Yihan may not be unaware that there are sect members around him who are not under his control."

The beautiful woman in the black dress wanted to say something, but when she saw the old man's bloodshot eyes, she obediently closed her mouth.

The men camped on the hills two miles outside the embankment.

In the second half of the night, Ye Zongxing couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, and his mind kept thinking about what happened during the day.

For a while, the knowledge of the national teacher's "gunpowder blasting" crossed his mind, and at the same time, he was a bloody debris on the tidal flats, and another was an imaginary scene of the flood coming after the collapse of the lake of tomorrow.

It was a long time before he was about to fall asleep.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of several people getting up and getting dressed lightly on the bunk. Ye Zongxing continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep, for a while, he really didn't expect any abnormalities.

Soon, footsteps approached, stopping in front of his bunk.

Ye Zongxing still kept his eyes closed, he thought that those guys were ready to go to the toilet, but he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his cheeks, like the cold air of a knife blade scraping his skin.

Immediately after, an eerie whisper sounded in my ears:

"This person has seen Jiang Xinghuo during the day, do you want to ..... it?" "He's just a showman, don't let him miss a big thing.

The other stopped him, and several of them quietly left.

Ye Zongxing opened his eyes little by little, only to see that several black shadows had already walked out of the tent.

I don't know if I was scared enough just now, Ye Zongxing could detect that there was a strong murderous aura and chill exuding from them, but this Ye Xiucai was not small, and silently got up and put on his shoes and planned to report to the captain who managed the Minfu Battalion, and there was something unusual about these people...... Ye Zongxing is not stupid, so naturally he will not use his small body, which is slightly stronger than the power of the unrestrained chicken, to fight with the gangsters with sharp blades.

But Ye Zongxing just walked out of the tent, but found that he didn't seem to have a choice.

Because those black shadows were shuttling between the shadows of the tent on the way he was going out, and what was even more terrifying was that there were several groups of the same figures, appearing in all directions around him.

Just when Ye Zong walked a few steps and hesitated to go back to the tent first, someone suddenly patted him behind him. In an instant, Ye Zongxing's body became extremely stiff as if it had been immobilized by a spell.

"Why didn't you bring a shovel?"

Ye Zongxing was already dark and thin, his dress and skin color were no different from other people, he saw that he was not recognized, and reluctantly whispered, "I forgot it in the tent, and I was hesitating to go back and get it."

"Take me."

The man behind him handed him a shovel, and then he was carried lurking in the shadows towards the embankment of the dammed lake at night, with only the dotted torches, shining faintly, as if the garrison was not well-guarded.

The elites of the White Lotus Sect lurking in the ranks of the people of Songjiang Mansion quietly gathered in a forest, and there were more than a hundred people.

In this kind of emergency, I naturally don't care about queuing up for a roll call, but just roughly divide the labor according to their respective groups, and then start to act.

Ye Zongxing followed the White Lotus Sect disciples in a daze, and walked down the other side of the dammed lake to the river embankment, where a place had been reserved for passing people.

The sheltered straw hut was lifted, and there were already people answering it underneath.

Ye Zongxing glanced at this person's outfit, although they were all dressed as people's husbands, but they were obviously different, this person had a red rope tied around his waist, and he looked at it by the moonlight, and there was a white lotus tattooed on his chest.

Ye Zongxing's heart jumped, even if he had already guessed eight or nine just now, but no one spoke, and he didn't see the signs, he couldn't be 100% sure, and at this time, Ye Zongxing was sure that these people were really White Lotus Sect disciples!

He didn't dare to ask more, so he followed the men down the ditch from the other side and sneaked down the canal again.

When he arrived at the embankment of the dammed lake, at this moment, he finally confirmed that the goal of this group of people was indeed true

It's a whole embankment! They really want to dig up the embankment!

At this time, a gust of wind blew, with a hint of coolness. Ye Zongxing suddenly hit a spirit.

This is the lake embankment, opposite the embankment is Shanghaipu, and the long embankment on both sides can resist the flood that is destined to come tomorrow and prevent the flood from spreading, and the premise is also based on the "directional blasting" carried out by the national teacher with the accurate calculation of gunpowder.

And if this group of people had other means to dig up the lake embankment, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Ye Zongxing's knowledge of water conservancy told him that there was a high probability that the embankments on both sides of the bank would not be able to withstand the floodwaters accumulated by the indiscriminately collapsed dammed lake.

After all, this water level, not to mention anything else, just looking at it is appalling. What the hell are these bastards trying to do?! Don't you want your own life?

Just when Ye Zongxing was full of doubts, he suddenly saw that there was a trolley pushed over from behind, bulging inside, and he didn't know what it was loading.

A small leader of the White Lotus Sect urged in a low voice impatiently. "You, you, you, go down there."

Ye Zongxing was assigned to the past in a daze, and when he saw what was thrown down from above, he was almost frightened out of his body.

It was nothing else, it turned out to be the gunpowder that the White Lotus Sect had collected by itself!

Of course, these gunpowders are just a sound, and the gunpowder that the officials and soldiers will use tomorrow is now stored in the warehouse by Zheng He, and he personally leads the heavy troops to guard it, and the White Lotus Sect has no chance of stealing it.

But like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the thing was digging and digging, and the dammed lake was about to be unbearable, and if this cart of gunpowder was ignited, it might really collapse!

Cold sweat slid down Ye Zongxing's forehead, and he slowly held the gunpowder bag and walked under the dammed lake. Seeing it, several groups of people are already digging.

They wielded shovels and dug hard at the dammed lake.

"Why are the guards so lax? Do officers and soldiers eat idle meals?" Ye Zongxing's heart was extremely anxious.

And at this moment, suddenly an arrow shot into the sky.

Immediately afterward, around the dammed lake, fires lit up in all directions. Countless people and horses surrounded them.

The faces of the White Lotus Sect suddenly changed drastically!

"Oh no, I've been tricked." The people around Ye Zongxing gritted their teeth and said, "Hurry up and get out of here!" Then he turned to leave.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Do you think you can still leave now?" Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw countless figures slowly walking towards them in the darkness.

Cao Song rode a horse, and under the escort of everyone, he threw the head in his hand high. The skull rolled down twice and appeared in front of the White Lotus Sect.

It was none other than the head of the local hall master Wang Yihan. "The national teacher has an order, and no one will be left! Kill!"

PS: I drank a day of wine yesterday, and I was not in a good state, and I was too tired to get married, forgive me, I had a little more code on the high-speed rail today. Also, the reviews of all books have not been displayed in recent times, and it is normal not to see the comments.