After the immortal disappeared

Her breathing was too rapid, and the two of them made a silent gesture towards her:

Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, don't attract the monster's attention!

There was also a defeated soldier hiding in the corner and covering a child's mouth.

As long as it was quiet outside, the hearts of the three of them were suspended.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the wall again, clattering, as if they were moving forward.

The three of them exhaled slightly, God bless you!

But before the thought was finished, there was a sudden "pop" sound, and a gun came through the wall. It first penetrated the two-inch-thick wall, and then accurately penetrated the temple of a defeated soldier!

Entering left and exiting right, he cut through!

The man didn't say a word, still staring, but his body trembled a few times.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the kidnapped woman witnessed murder at close range for the first time and couldn't help but scream.

But the gun head was pulled out immediately, and the dead man fell down half-rotating, and the red and white stuff sprayed out just splashed her head and face.

Another defeated soldier saw his companion being killed, screamed, climbed over the wall and ran away.

He also knew how to escape in the opposite direction of the horse's head.

But as soon as he jumped onto the wall, a cold light flashed behind him, and his head fell off.

When the third defeated soldier saw this scene, he was so frightened that he could not even move.

Then, the god of murder, whose body was burning with blazing flames, supported the wall with one hand and jumped in.

This is the monster from purgatory!

The defeated soldier wanted to grab the child and threaten him to retreat, but he was too frightened and his hands shook like chaff.

The black-armored leader took another step forward, and the defeated soldiers suddenly let out an inhuman scream, and their whole bodies trembled——

Go limp.

"Uh." Mirror tutted twice, "I'm scared to death of you!"

He died from liver and gallbladder splitting.

It has experienced countless battles, big and small, but it has only heard of this way of death, never expecting to see it in person one day.

It affirmed: "Mostly because of your fear."

He Lingchuan also smelled a stench:

The man was so frightened that he became incontinent before he died.

Not wanting to stay any longer, he reached out to grab the child from the defeated soldier, stuffed it into the woman's arms, then went out, mounted his horse, and galloped away.

Tonight is a night of killing. The streets and alleys of Shitou are filled with the smell of blood. The doors of every house are closed and everyone is cowering.

This kind of killing, this kind of bloodshed, only happened in Liuping a month ago.

But this time it happened again in a different place. The people being hunted were no longer the Liuping villagers, but Zhao Guangzhi’s army who wielded the butcher knife at that time!

Those who kill will always be killed.

I don’t know how long it took for the chaos outside to slowly subside.

Looking at the east city gate again, after all, there were still hundreds of defeated troops rushing out. I hated my parents for giving me two fewer legs.

Yang Meng led his men in pursuit for several miles before returning. As soon as he entered the city, he was shocked by the Shura field in front of him:

The streets and alleys were littered with corpses of defeated troops.

The low spots on the ground were filled with blood; the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, making people feel sick.

The black-armored knights patrolled back and forth on horseback. If they found hidden defeated soldiers, they would hunt them out and execute them on the spot; they would also make up for those who were not completely dead on the ground.

There was blood splattered everywhere on the doors, windows, and walls. I don't know how much effort it took to wipe it off.

Is this the result of dozens of people and a giant elephant?

Although Yang Meng knew that Zhao Jun was guilty of cannibalism, the ruthlessness of these black-armored cavalry still sent chills down his back.

They did this to Zhao Jun, but what about Shi Zhoutou?

Yang Meng held the knife hard, but felt that his hand was a little slippery. The cloth strip on the handle of the knife was soaked with blood or sweat, and it was sticky and pulpy.

At this time, the black-armored leader also appeared at the end of the long street and walked slowly towards the garrison.

The cavalry emerged from the dark alley one after another, gathering behind him like ghosts.

The closer they got, the more oppressive they felt.

The garrison behind Yang Meng couldn't help but take two steps back.

They fought several battles that night, which didn't last long, but the process was thrilling, and they ran back and forth for several miles. Everyone's face was covered in blood, panting, and the eyes looking at He Lingchuan and the black armored cavalry were full of disbelief.

Within ten hours, the black-armored leader helped them three times!

Giving five hundred kilograms of grain as a gift is like giving charcoal in the snow, once.

Design Liu Chengshou's army suffered from malaria twice.

Defeat the Ogre King Zhao Guangzhi three times.

If it hadn't been for a divine intervention from heaven, Shitou would have been lost.

"You..." Yang Meng looked up at him, "Who are you?"

The opponent defeated more with less, and won the victory easily. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, he was majestic, mysterious, but not easy to commit.

Although he was shocked, he was still a little wary in his heart.

Is there anything good in this world that is good for no reason? The other party has repeatedly come to help, but what does it want?

The target is also Shizhoutou City, right?

Now that the battle is over and Zhao Guangzhi has been captured, what will these black-armored men do to him, the garrison, and the people of Shizhoutou?

But the man in front of him was several times more powerful than Liu Chengshou and Zhao Guangzhi combined. This thought of confrontation in Yang Meng's heart was accompanied by a deep feeling of powerlessness.

After leading the whole city, old and young, to grit their teeth and hold on for more than half a month, he was also very tired.

Are you going to obey?

These people are even more brutal than Zhao Jun, but they probably can't eat people, right?

While he was thinking wildly, the black-armored leader raised his gun.

As soon as the tip of the spear moved, the garrison took two steps back with a clatter.

Whoever the gunpoint was pointed at just now will die!

However, the tip of the gun was not pointed at them, but pointed eastward.

Everyone looked in the direction of the spear tip and happened to see several black-armored soldiers running over from the forest.

Behind the horse was dragging a person, tied up and staggering.

Although this man was covered in dust and looked embarrassed, neither Yang Meng nor his men would admit his mistake:

"Liu Chengshou!"

Knowing that Zhao Jun had been driven away, many courageous civilians walked out of the market and poked their heads around, looking at the black armored cavalry with curiosity and awe in their eyes. When they saw Liu Chengshou being dragged over again, they were all excited. I was rubbing my eyes hard to prevent myself from seeing wrongly.

Will Liu Chengshou, who is usually aloof and bossy, have such a day?

The black-armored leader finally spoke: "He belongs to you."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Meng felt relieved. At least it was confirmed that the Black Armored Army did not intend to take action against him, and would not raise the butcher's knife like they did to Liu Chengshou and Zhao Guangzhi.

Liu Chengshou's face turned ashen.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his mouth was wide open and he couldn't say even a single word.

It's over, it's over.

"Why did he..." Liu Chengshou stared silently. Yang Meng felt something was wrong. After taking a closer look, he discovered the wound on the prisoner's neck.

This knife cuts so carefully.

He waved, and several guards came forward and dragged Liu Chengshou away like a chicken. Yang Meng cupped his fists at the black-armored leader in front of him:

"this……"

He Lingchuan didn't answer.

Yang Meng could only say: "...what do you call it?"

The other party ignored them. Instead, the wolf-headed mask on the side added: "We have captured fifty or sixty of Liu Chengshou's men, and they will be sent to them soon."