Jiang Pengji said before that most of the people in this era suffer from night blindness. If most Tsing Yi troops do not have torches to illuminate in the dark, they are almost equivalent to blind people. In the eyes of Buqu, a group of blind people are just moving human flesh targets.
"Where did they go—"
"Have you found it?"
"Not found! The thief has escaped?"
"Go over there and look for-"
"Where is the thief? As soon as there is news, report back immediately."
The Tsing Yi troops who came later held high torches and illuminated the place like daylight, but apart from hundreds of corpses, no trace of the enemy was found at all. The Tsing Yi soldiers panicked, and at the same time they were angry, and at the same time, they had an irrepressible fear of the elusive enemy.
Seeing that the Tsing Yi army came in batches, Meng Hun smiled abruptly, and ordered to continue the ambush, use the crossbow, and aim.
buzzing—
In the darkness, a life-threatening arrow roared out.
This time, he did not aim at the torch, but at the head of the Tsing Yi army holding the torch.
puff-
The deceased didn't even have time to let out a short scream, and a deadly coolness spread from the soles of his feet to the whole body and collapsed to the ground.
"They're here—"
Someone noticed the movement and was about to shout a warning, but did not want to follow in the footsteps of their companions.
The improved range of the crossbow gave Buqu a great long-range advantage. Tonight, the sky was even darker. The moon was shrouded in thick dark clouds. They were ambushed in the darkness. not to them.
It can be said that this side has the upper hand.
After several sneak attacks and ambush, the corpses lying in the alleys have piled up, and the blood flowing out has gathered into a "stream", flowing along the gaps in the slate. The night wind is blowing, bringing a strong smell of rust, telling the tragic battle that happened here.
The Tsing Yi army kept coming and dying, and the number of dead souls kept increasing.
Under such a powerful death threat, many people's spirits are on the verge of collapse and they have lost their calm.
They used to be people with hoes and ploughing the land honestly, but now they were instigated by people to pick up hatchets and poles and become violent mobs. However, after a few days of happy life, the ecstasy messenger had come to their side and put them beside them. people take them away one by one.
Soon, it will be your turn!
Seeing that the arrows in the quiver had been exhausted, Meng Hun spat out a mouthful of saliva, and with a swipe, he pulled out the broadsword from his waist.
With fierce eyes, he jumped from the eaves with a knife, "Go!"
"what-"
The screams sounded, and the head of a Tsing Yi army was split in half from top to bottom, and the brain and blood spurted out.
Meng Hun pulled out his knife and slashed at another Tsing Yi soldier without stopping, with more troops rushing up behind him.
For a time, the melee in the alley became a group, and the screams resounded, and it did not stop for a moment.
Directly drawing a knife to fight, killing people is far less fast than long-range shooting, but it is undoubtedly more tragic.
Everyone in the troupe knows how to cooperate in combat, but the Tsing Yi Army is like a headless fly, without even a defensive attire.
Even if the Tsing Yi Army is overnumbered, the battle situation is still one-sided.
When the people nearby heard the screams of killing outside, how could they sleep soundly
After the earthquake, the already poor Xiangyang County was devastated, many people died in the earthquake, the people were poor, but the county government was indifferent until Xiangyang County was captured and the Tsing Yi Army committed numerous crimes. It's already a storm, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.
Every household closed the door, no matter day or night, refusing to take half a step out of the door.
Nowadays, the Tsing Yi Army is fighting with unknown and unfamiliar forces, and many people can only hide in their homes tremblingly, blocking the gate.
After a quarter of an hour, the killing shout gradually fell, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
At this moment, excited shouts spread all over the streets.
"The enemy bandits give their heads, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
"The enemy bandits give their heads, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
"The enemy bandits give their heads, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
The high-pitched voice is like a relay, and it spreads throughout Xiangyang County through the mouths of each part.
Meng Hun, who had already killed the red eyes, heard this, and with a swipe, he pulled out his knife from the heart of a corpse.
Not only him, most of the episodes have been killed to forget time.
This exciting news came to their ears, pulling their sanity back.
After calming down, many people found that their arms were sore and weak, their muscles were swollen, and their skin was stretched and painful.
Some of the episodes are gasping for breath, and there is a sense of escaping from life.
Some people even sat on the ground with their buttocks out of their strength, regardless of how many people's blood was on the ground.
Most of them lost the lottery and were injured, but compared to death, this little injury was nothing at all.
At this time, there were very few Tsing Yi troops still standing. Most of them were either dead or seriously injured. As for those who were still on their way, they were at a loss when they heard that the nine generals had been beheaded. just run.
Of course, more than a thousand people were captured in the end, and these people were all "trophies"!
Meng Hun calmed down and said to the ministry beside him, "Clean up the battlefield and bandage the wounds of the wounded brothers. As for the brothers who have been killed... Remember to bury their bodies, and it will be convenient to bury them in the future."
These episodes are not only Jiang Pengji's personal soldiers, but also the "children" brought up by Meng Hun.
He spent several years on the episode, and he was heartbroken when he lost a person.
But as a soldier, he understands one truth - being a general and dying in battle is an honor.
Meng Hun waved the knife expressionlessly, threw the blood stained on the surface of the knife to the ground, and then retracted the scabbard.
He needs to rendezvous with Lang Jun as soon as possible to stabilize the situation, lest the remnants of the Tsing Yi army counterattack on the verge of death.
At this time, the more than fifty troupes that Jiang Pengji took away had already occupied the county government, guarding the entrances and exits of the county government as well as various key crossings.
When everyone saw Meng Hun bringing people over, they all saluted.
Meng Hun asked, "Is Lord Lang safe?"
The two guards said with a look of admiration, "Langjun is fine, waiting for you in the hall."
Meng Hun nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped into the door.
The county seat was still lit like daytime, the candles had not yet burned out, and the corpses that were already cold and bleeding out were still lying on the ground, and no one was taking them.
He didn't even look at it, just walked over the broken limbs and walked straight forward.
Jiang Pengji sat on the head, the head of the nine generals was placed on one side, his eyes were always open, and he couldn't rest his eyes.
The bloodstains in the room are matched with luxurious decorations, and there are still unfinished food and wine on the food table below, which looks out of place.
The audience in the live broadcast room kept wanting to talk to Jiang Pengji, and the barrage flashed past like a swipe, but she was still indifferent.
Since the situation in the county government has been stabilized, she has sat upright, as if waiting for someone.
Meng Hun strode toward Meteor and knelt down suddenly before Jiang Pengji, his voice was like thunder.
"Subordinate Meng Hun, meet the lord!"