In the arsenal of Jingcheng, the black light is blind, and it is quiet.

The door of the arsenal was ajar, and there were arrows scattered all over the place, all of which were blunt, and at first glance they were shot out and then recovered.

Then I found that I couldn't use it, so I just threw it away and replaced it with a new one.

Through the crack in the door, you can also see the courtyard of the arsenal, which is even more cluttered.

Many bows with broken strings, broken armor, were placed haphazardly on the ground.

There was even a ballista, stuck at the door of the arsenal.

It seems that because he can't push it out for a while, he was abandoned here by Zhao Jun.

And the scattered equipment on the ground was also left behind in a hurry after Zhao Jun replaced it.

It is estimated that there is a critical military situation.

For the Gong family, compared to a little food, these standard equipment that is strictly controlled by the government on weekdays is the most valuable.

Although each of them has some bit of armor and weapons.

But in such troubled times, who would think that the sword in hand is too much and too sharp, and the armor is too heavy and too strong?

Several big clans had already discussed, and first sent people to block the door of the arsenal, which meant that they would not even give the soup to others.

Then, the private soldiers of the clan carefully pushed open the door of the arsenal.

A few privates picked up arrows scattered on the ground.

The leader of the private soldier saw the ballista stuck in the doorway and smiled.

This time, I made a great achievement.

Such a good thing, where can there be such a good thing in the family of ordinary clansmen.

But the private soldiers of the other clans also looked at it.

Something like this, everybody wants.

As long as one of them is placed in their own homes, who dares to grab land and stores with themselves.

Many people held the hilt of the sword.

When the power is equal, if you want to fight for something, you can only rely on bloodshed.

"Don't rush to use the knife yet, let's go inside first, maybe there's something better." Gong Bu spoke.

He's the closest to that ballista, if it's a rush. He will be the first to be targeted.

This suggestion has been recognized by everyone, although Jingcheng is not big, but it is located on the border, and there is a lot of equipment in the arsenal.

Looking at the posture, Zhao Jun left in a hurry, leaving a lot of equipment behind, and the arsenal should not have been emptied.

Several private soldiers left one person to guard the ballista, and then they all went into the depths of the arsenal.

"Light the torch and look for the lampholder of the arsenal." Gong Bu commanded.

The inside of the arsenal was very chaotic, with armor and weapons falling to the ground, but the shelves where weapons were normally placed were empty.

The entire arsenal is huge, and in some places there are several ballistas, which are placed horizontally and vertically.

It seems that Zhao Jun originally wanted to take all of them away, but because of the urgent military situation, he could only replace some of his equipment and leave quickly.

I'm going to get rich.

Several private army leaders glanced at each other, breathing heavily.

Gong Bu was hesitating whether to suddenly draw his sword and kill a few people, so that he could bring two ballistas back.

When he turned around, he found that the two private army leaders were facing his direction, staring at him.

To be bad.

He hurriedly grasped the hilt of his sword, just about to say something.

From the depths of the arsenal, there was a loud belch.

A drunken figure staggered over, saw someone, rubbed his eyes, and then took a few steps forward, pulled out a bronze sword, although his body was shaking, but his words were full of anger, as if he had made up his mind: "Where did you come from, thieves, dare to come to my Zhao Jun arsenal to steal." ”

Zhao Jun? Gong Bu was taken aback when he heard this, didn't Zhao Jun go out of the city.

Otherwise, who would dare to come here.

The drunken soldier in front of him was wearing a white robe, although he had drunk, the white robe was very neat, and there was not a single fold.

It's just that his eyes are red, his face is not good, and he looks like he was secretly drinking, drank too much, missed the march, and then was woken up by his own people.

What to do with him?

Gong Bu's first instinct was to kill.

After killing a hundred, Zhao Jun is alone, and it will be impossible to kill him again for a while.

But with so many people behind him watching, if he did it, it would definitely spread out.

Who knows if Zhao Jun will come back in the future. When the time comes, what can I do but escape?

The best situation is which of these peers behind him will make a move and kill him.

He was thinking hard, but that Zhao Jun roared: "Invade our army's arsenal without permission, kill!" ”

Then he immediately pounced towards Gong Bu.

This is our South Korean arsenal, but it was occupied by you before.

Besides, your army is long gone.

Gong Bu was helpless, and subconsciously drew his sword to block.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Jun might have drunk too much, his feet slipped, and the bronze sword that was originally held high did not slash into Gong Bu's sword, but fell down, and his neck fell straight to the blade of the sword.

The trachea was cut, and blood and foam suddenly came out of that Zhao Jun's mouth.

He coughed incessantly, and before he died, he subconsciously glanced behind him.

Suddenly, a torch lit up.

With the sound of fighting, a group of Zhao troops ran out from the depths of the arsenal.

"I am Sima Shang, the commander of the Zhao army, where did you come from, you actually trespassed into our army's arsenal and killed my robe."

Then, behind him, someone blew a horn.

Woo.

"Master Jun, your arsenal hasn't even closed the door. We're not trespassing. ”

"Whether it's trespassing or not, I have the final say! Come and get your death. Sima Shang shouted, and the Zhao army behind him formed a battle formation. These private soldiers are not taken into account by them at all.

Outside Yuanjing City, the two teams of Zhao cavalry seemed to be ready, and after hearing the sound of the horn, they immediately broke into Jingcheng.

Unlike last time, this time the cavalry of the Zhao army was draped all over their bodies, and their crossbow arrows were wound.

A group of Zhao troops galloped towards the arsenal and surrounded the entrance of the arsenal.

The other team, Zhao Jun, blocked the doors of several public families.

Sima Shang looked at the corpse of Zhao Jun on the ground and said nothing.

He remembered that this Zhao Jun's name was Mo Da.

The death battalion, as the name suggests, is the troops that need to carry out the mission of death.

After Zhao Kuo cut his hair and acted as the head of the army that day, Zhao Jun had a new rule, unless it was a felony such as assassinating Zhao Kuo or betraying his robe, other veterans who had seriously violated military law would directly enter the death camp, and after completing three tasks, they would leave the camp and start as a small soldier.

The second time he committed it again, he killed it directly.

After all, behind enemy lines, there must be many tasks that need to be completed with your life, such as the surprise attack on Jingcheng by wounded soldiers a few days ago.

Originally, according to Zhao Kuo's plan this time, it was to let those private soldiers of the public clan quickly blow the trumpet after entering the arsenal, catch a pawn, and force the public clan to take out one-third of the goods.

Anyway, as long as there is a reasonable reason, take the assets of the clan and distribute them to those civilians.

Due to being fished and enforced by the law, the clan will not dare to blatantly get back those assets for a while.

will only wait for Zhao Jun to stay away, and then regain these assets that have been exploited by ordinary people.

But the longer the money is in their hands, the more reluctant those civilians will become, and finally plant the fire of resistance in their hearts.

Moreover, there must be someone who will not hand it over honestly, and it will definitely be another bloody storm at that time.

Wait until the next time Zhao Jun comes, these people will be a force to break through the city defense from the inside.

And there is a reason to take away the wealth again, even if the clan hates it in his heart, he also understands that as long as he abides by the rules and does not stretch out his hand, Zhao Jun will not have no reason to trouble himself.

Therefore, when the Zhao army captures the city, the clan will resist, but it will not fight to the death, because there is still a way to live after all.

"But, General, please let me die here."

"Every night, I dream of the moment when Zhuang Wei committed suicide. He died to give my life back. But he didn't do anything wrong, I was the one who violated military law, and it was his job to enforce military law. ”

"I wish I could die a worthwhile death, rather than just dying to apologize. Otherwise, I'm sorry for Ma Fuzi and cut off his hair for us. ”

Sima Shang nodded, killing a Zhao Jun is much more serious than robbing an arsenal.

He took out the wine he had treasured for a long time and handed it over.

This bottle of wine, he originally wanted to wait until Feng Ji's death day to drink it.