At ten points on the second watch, the whole world fell silent.

Only in the forest under Baihu Gang, there are many torches, grinning in the wind.

The county lord rode a tall horse and stood at the front, and behind him Yang Zhi led five hundred soldiers and horses to stand behind.

"Master Qiyu, ten miles ahead is where the thief is!" Yang Zhi clenched his fists and reported.

"Okay!" The eldest lord was originally dozing off with a sluggish face, but when he heard this, he suddenly became energetic, gritted his teeth and shouted: "You guys go up and beat me hard, the human beings inside...... Whew-"

The two pointy-chin guards behind him pinched him together.

The eldest lord hurriedly changed his words: "Oh, you must not let go of a thief, as long as the bandits are eliminated tonight, I will be rewarded!"

How did he become a bandit again.

Yang Zhi complained in his heart, but his face was straight and his fists were clenched, and he responded loudly: "Follow the order of the master! Brothers, follow me to attack the village!"

Yang Zhi carried the treasure knife and rushed out with five hundred soldiers.

In the inn, the little water ghost first noticed that something was wrong, and came out of the big wine vat directly, shouting at the old ghost.

The old ghost's expression was slightly stunned.

Bing Sanzhang closed his eyes on the recliner and recuperated, saw the abnormality through the perspective of the snake pupil, and asked in a loud voice, "What's wrong?"

"Xiao Shui said that the water in the vat was vibrating irregularly, and I also noticed a strong evil breath from the west. It seems that what the old man said is true, and the one who ran away really brought troops. Shopkeeper, prepare early!"

"No hurry!

Bing Sanzhang waved his hand, and the white snake rushed out like lightning.

With the cells of the ice three zhang, the muscle groups formed by the unique muscle structure of snakes, and the cascading arrangement of small snake scales, both its speed and explosive power are not comparable to ordinary white snakes.

The strong wind pressed the grass, the white shadow flashed, and then the white snake had disappeared into the distance.

In a few breaths, it had already rushed to the bottom of the mountain along the path that crossed the post, and the white snake scurried, hooked the branches, and quickly retracted into the shadows, leaving only one snake pupil staring into the distance without blinking.

The White Snake already has night vision and heat sensing, coupled with the special deformation of the eyeball tissue, the picture detected by the White Snake is really no different from the high-definition night vision cameras of later generations.

In the picture, Yang Zhi took the lead, running at the front with a few personal guards, and more than 500 infantry behind him with a long row of torches, running closely behind.

The footsteps are noisy, the torches are shaking, the sword is awe-inspiring, and the murderous aura is awe-inspiring.

Bing Sanzhang bent his fingers and knocked twice on the armrest, opened his eyes, and sneered: "Sure enough, it's Yang Zhi, he dares to come to death after casually pulling five hundred people, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead! Old ghost, cast a spell to envelop the inn and block the enemy's sight, and the others turned off the lights and held their breath! We happen to have no guests today, play these bastards to relieve boredom!"

The old ghost laughed and waved his hand, and a puff of black smoke rose into the sky, instantly filling the entire inn over everyone.

The handymen quickly extinguished the candles and put a scoop on Ma Peng's horses to prevent them from making a noise, and the whole inn was plunged into darkness under the black fog.

A horse neighed.

Yang Zhile reined in his horse, and five hundred soldiers quickly stepped forward to surround the inn.

The door was closed, and there was not a single light in the black hole inside the inn.

"Everyone be quiet, come a few people, slam the door for me!"

Yang Zhi sneered and ordered, and immediately pounced on a few soldiers and smashed the door.

"Bang ......"

In the silence of the night, the sound of slamming doors like a storm echoes in the sky, and at the junction of light and darkness, like the beat of a drum before a battle, it is both tense and exciting.

The fire was blazing outside, but it was pitch black inside.

After smashing for a long time, someone came to report: "Tiha, no one answered the door!"

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost! Come on, smash the door open for me, rush in!"

The township soldiers are always soldiers, all kinds of guys are complete, Yang Zhi gave an order, and suddenly eight big men ran out with a huge wooden stake in the back, rushed to the gate, shouting slogans and working together.

"Boom!"

"Hey, he

Under the loud encouragement of the team leader, the eight people were holding back their necks and slamming against the door.

Even if the inn door is strong, it can't afford to toss like this, only seven or eight times, just listen to a click, and the whole gate will fall down.

Yang Zhi became excited, pulled out his waist knife and shouted: "Rush! Rush for me!" Arrest everyone for me. ”

The villagers roared and rushed into the gate like a tidal wave.

When he came, the eldest lord promised that as long as he completed this errand, he would be rewarded with a lot of money! How could these poor soldiers not be excited!

Bing Sanzhang was a little disappointed, thinking that Yang Zhi could play any tricks, but he didn't expect it to be so boring.

Frontal attack? His brain is broken, isn't it? This is not a siege battle, and there are no guards to shoot arrows and splash oil, and the wooden wall is at most a foot high, so it is not enough to let people turn in.

"Break my gate, you just wait and regret it!" With a sneer on his face, Bing Sanzhang directly lowered the treatment of these people after being captured.

When the inn was first built, 3,000 people were sucked to death, and now there are only 500 people, which will definitely make you ********.

The inn was filled with black fog, and the torches did little to do anything. The soldier rushed in and did not take more than ten steps, and the figure was bound to disappear from sight.

At first, Yang Zhi didn't care, and was still excitedly looking forward to the enemy being sent to his eyes by the soldiers, but as time passed, the number of soldiers around him decreased. Yang Zhi's heart also sank to the bottom little by little.

Five hundred soldiers rushed into the small inn, and there was no sound of encountering a shortage of soldiers inside, and this strange silence was like a bucket of cold water poured on Yang Zhi's head.

Looking at the dozens of people around him, Yang Zhi's heart was cold.

In the woods, the old man had already appeared in his original form, squatting on the branches with two foxes, one pink and one gray, looking in the direction of the inn from afar.

"I'm going! I'm going!" the lame blue fox cried, its front paws tearing at the vines on it.

"Be honest with me!The inn is full of ghosts, and there is no fire in sight, it's too weird, so naturally let the humans explore it first!" the gray fox reached out and nodded at the vines, which tightened and shrank stronger.

The pink fox said: "You are really getting older and less courageous, if you are still like before, what are we risking our lives to steal the Book of Heaven? Besides, it has been a long time since humans went in, and there is no reaction at all." If you want me to say, it's better to use spells faster!"

The blue fox was overjoyed, and struggled and shouted, "Use spells! Use spells!"