Ultimate Assassin System

The efficiency of the Gray Army naturally will not be as procrastinating as those of the old members of Congress, especially in the case of Losa's personal attention. m * /. // * So within two days, the preparatory work for the poster program has been announced. The next thing is to see the actual results ...

Dawn, night is still.

Down, Josiah, and some young men and women stood in the shadows not far from the station. These people belong to the propaganda department, and now they are subordinates of Josiah. Among them, Colin, who has been mischievous by Tang En, is also inside.

"Don, is this a sign of gray space, eh ... very domineering." Josiah pointed to Tang En's left chest and asked in amazement.

Tang En is now wearing black armor, and the pointed position is branded with a skull symbol penetrated by a dagger. It's barely enough to say domineering, but more of it still gives people a feeling of horror, deepness, **** ...

"Uh, yeah." Tang En touched his nose, slightly awkward.

Marking the gray space is a long-standing idea of ​​Tang En, which can play a role of identification and cohesion, just like those corporate cultures in the world. But what he thought was to print a dagger, but this was somehow known by little Carlo. So she ran to the blacksmith alone, and found the grandfather who helped her build a sickle. She skillfully said in the name of Tang En that a skull would be added, and finally it became like this ...

Thinking of this, Tang En couldn't help but slandered. When talking about a little girl, why was her thought so violent and bloody? Did I teach it badly? Uh, but that ’s okay. If you fire a kitten and puppy, do you want to go out to see people in the gray space ...

Josiah nodded, but didn't say much about it, changed her expression of interest, and looked at the station mouth in the night: "Don, David, can they pass smoothly?"

Tang En are now waiting for members of the Gray Space. After training overnight last night, Tang En announced a mission to let them break through the resident defense early in the morning. If the guard is alarmed halfway, it will fail.

"It's hard to say, but there must be some that can pass." Tang En replied casually, then shrugged his shoulders and wondered, "Isn't it agreed to meet at six? Why are you here so early?"

"It's okay anyway ... well, I'm actually excited and can't sleep." Josiah spit out her tongue and showed excitement. "The poster program has finally been implemented, and I thought about it all night ..."

Since Tang En didn't want to be a hero, the poster plan was naturally placed on Josiah's head. Luo Sha promoted her position in the propaganda department for this reason. With such expectations on his back, of course Josiah was nervous and excited. In this way, insomnia is not surprising.

"Don't worry about the leader, I believe this plan will be successful." Colin said confidently.

"Well, I hope so." This matter is very important. Josiah, who has always been firm, also has some troubles, and then he renewed his spirit: "Brother Colin, can I not say that, just call me Josiah.

Colin froze and spread his hands. "Okay, Johija."

Tang En nodded: "That's right, Josiah, you are too nervous, relax. Well, when did my idea fail?"

"Uh, cheeky!" Despite knowing that Tang En was just comforting, Johia felt relieved and laughed.

The same comfort, but the effects of the two are far away ... Colin's face turned grey, and he sighed insignificantly, but then recovered his smile.

Tang Encha's habit of distinguishing colors has penetrated into the bone marrow, and when he saw it, he left his mouth and sighed that the power of beautiful women is great ...

During the chat, those in the propaganda department were secretly staring at Tang En. Now that his demon's nickname has been spreading at the station, the people in the gray clothing look at him with a strange look. After a brief contact, these people find that Tang En is still getting along well, that is, the scar on the chest is a bit scary ...

After about ten minutes, Mi Xiu flashed from behind like a ghost, called the boss, and then stood behind Tang En.

Undoubtedly, among the new and old members of the gray space, Mi Xiu's latent hiding skills are the best, and he is the first to arrive here. .

After some time, some new and old members emerged one after another, and at the same time, there were riots in the north-south direction of the station. Apparently some members were still arrested.

Tang En frowned, and he was undoubtedly dissatisfied with such a result. The resident sentry is unknown to this operation, so the chance of success is undoubtedly greater. But that's it. Someone failed.

After half an hour, the sky was still dark, and no one came over at this time.

Tang En glanced behind him, his face turned darker. As of now, a total of thirty-one people have arrived as required, and there are twelve old players. In other words, ten people were found.

This result shocked the propaganda staff on the side. Was the defense of the station so vulnerable? In this small meeting time, more than thirty people lurked in!

Of course, this is undoubtedly a shame for Tang En. He now doubts that the training these days is wasted ... He raised his eyebrows suddenly, he suddenly found that David was not here, too. You must know that he is the only one among all the old players. Did not come.

"David broke through from the south." Mi Xiu immediately understood Tang En's thoughts and whispered, "There seems to be Brother Frey guarding today."

"..." Tang En opened his mouth, speechless. In this way, it makes sense, not to mention Frey's own strength of the mid-level warrior, that is, his old brothers and the well-adjusted spear-breakers. David and them are all disasters.

"You'll pick up people later, plus ten kilograms for all failed load backpacks," Tang En said indifferently, and then said, "By the way, remind the camp guards to make up for this defensive loophole."

Although there are objective reasons, failure is failure, and the necessary punishment still has to be.

This ... isn't it enough? The people in the propaganda department looked at each other, all a little embarrassed.

"Yes!" Mi Xiu answered.

Tang En nodded, and turned to the expression of Josiah and other people: "Let's go, let's go now!"

"Uh, oh ..."

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This time the poster program was only implemented on a trial basis. The chosen target was an unknown village ten miles away.

Everyone was excited at this time, even faster. When they rushed to the periphery of the village, it was only a glimmer of light.

This season, people in the village naturally did not wake up. Some occasional poultry calls also set off the quietness here.

"Wait a minute!" Tang En left behind and drifted into the village. There are only about a hundred households here, and the scale is not large.

After walking around for a while, Tang En quietly pinched a dozen watchdogs. This time he came with Josiah, it was Locha's arrangement. The main tasks were to clear the obstacles and ensure the safety of personnel.

When Down was done, Josiah entered them lightly. Roll out the paper, select the wall, paste ...

A few minutes later, the people quickly evacuated, leaving a dozen sheets of painting paper glued to the flat exterior wall.

"Snoring, snoring ..." Josiah's face flushed, and she dared to breathe only when she was outside the village.

Tang En was surprised: "What's wrong?" It was only a few minutes, and it was just sticking some paper. How could Johsia look more tired than rushing ten miles ago?

Breathing slightly, Johia bit her lip: "Don, how do I feel like we're being thieves?"

"Uh ..." Tang En said with smirk. "Why do you think so, we didn't steal anything."

"It just feels weird ..."

Josiah they are just a preliminary pilot this time, so they need to secretly paste to observe the real reaction of civilians. If you can, you don't need to be so cumbersome in the future.

Do all of this and wait. However, they were not idle, and several of them put on Orion costumes prepared in advance, etc., and observed the reaction, they naturally mixed in.

For this Tang En is a connoisseur, when he came, he had already pointed out a few people to go in. Besides, they don't ask for perfect camouflage, as long as they can pass by as hunters and civilians in the village next door.

Regardless of the world, civilians, or the lowest level of society, are the hardest working groups.

Soon, a peasant woman who got up early to open the water opened the door and found the poster paper on her wall within a few steps. From Zhang Da's mouth shape, she can clearly see her astonishment. After she turned her head and looked around, she found that this was the case in more than a dozen families.

The peasant woman immediately turned into the house, and for a moment, came out with a strong man.

Gradually, the village began to become lively. Everyone opened the door, and looked at the paper on the wall of his or her own house, talking eloquently. A few good people kept running around and wanted to finish reading all the promotional papers.

"Well, let's go in!" Tang En took the lead out of the hideout and headed for the village entrance. Josiah and a few dressed people followed.

If they are not ordinary people, they will naturally receive attention. The closed small mountain village is very interested in any fresh face. But now everyone's attention is almost on the wallpaper, so the distracted Tang En didn't receive much attention.

The contents of the promotional paper posted this time include text and comics, and it can be clearly seen that more people gather in front of the comics.

"Well, who posted this?"

"Maybe it's a kid's prank, I think it's the second dog of the old Parker's ..."

"Uh, what exactly does this mean?"

"Unintelligible? I don't understand this very well, eh, that fat and big ear really looks like our master Bayi!"

"Haha, don't say it, it's really like it!"

...

The fat and big ears are the image of aristocracy, which is not ugly, and it is true of most aristocracy.

Nobles have their own fiefdoms, which is a major source of their economy. There is no doubt that Lord Nabai is the owner of this village. From the perspective of mastering this barren mountain and wild place, Master Bayi will naturally not be a big aristocracy, in fact, it is likely to be an Lord or Knight without title.

After laughing at the nobles, the civilians also understood the meaning of this simple painting.

"It wasn't us who had the yellow muscles, these **** greedy masters."

"Okay, sucking up our flesh and blood has filled their belly!"

"It looks like a toad ..."

"While the child is going ... you hear that there isn't any more flour to be delivered this month. This simply doesn't give us a way to live!"

As if he was touched by a string in the bottom of his heart, the village names gathered in front of each piece of drawing paper, all excited.

The naughty child who was pushed out was angry, and then turned his eyes, took a few steps to pick up a small yellow stone from the ground, and then turned and squeezed into the crowd.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the child held up the stone and wrote the word "Bayi" on the nobleman's belly.

"Uh ... haha ​​..."

The villagers laughed even more joyfully, turning all the resentments gathered before into this ridiculous mockery.

The child was encouraged and more energetic, and immediately ran to the wallpaper elsewhere and repeated the previous move. Everywhere he went, it naturally caused laughter ...

Outside Tang En and Johia smiled at each other, and then looked at the flow of paper.

The last one posted on the west side of the village is not a painting, but a dense and dense print.

"Who knows the word ... the old village chief, invite the old village chief."

At this time, the villagers were completely interested, and they knew that it was the person who posted the picture.

After a while, an old man with gray beard was lifted out. Everyone consciously gave way, and people would always be in awe or admiration of their unknown things, so everyone respected the old village chief who knew the most in this village.

The old man looks up and down, maybe the old eyes are faint, so the speed is slow. Although everyone looked anxious, they did not urge.

Finally, "Oh, this is written by the gray army!" The old man said the owners of these wallpapers.

"Grey coat?"

"No wonder, my uncle's aunt's ... family's children have joined the Grey Army. I heard that this is a team for our sake."

"I have heard of ..."

"Okay, keep quiet, wait for the old village chief to finish reading."

Bran officials naturally will not come here to promote the Gray Army as a mob bandit, so the people here have a good impression of the Gray Army.

"My name is Barr. It used to be Noshi Village. But this village is gone now, and I am the only one who survives ... A few years ago, the child of the old family stepped on the horse and killed my neighbor's granddaughter. The old Paul broke One of the legs of that horse ... that night, the soldiers of the old family came, and without further elaboration, Fengcun began to kill ... "

This slogan is not a slogan, but a true story called Barr Youth. This is the idea that Losa thought of after being inspired by Tang En.

For illiterate people, the slogan is empty, which will never be more shocking than a true tragic story. In the Grey Army, there are many, many stories like this ...

As the old man chanted slowly, the villagers seemed to see the ashes of the village, the poor people who died, and a young man who was fortunate to escape. He roared and vowed that one day he would kill the **** master ...

"... I can swear to the **** of light that everything is true. The address of the ruins of Noshi Village is ... the soldier of the gray clothing Barr! Well, so much is written ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A brief silence, wind and thunder gather .

"Kill that **** mess!"

"Kill those insatiable masters!"

"Support the Grey Army!"

...

All kinds of high-pitched yelling and cursing sounded instantly, and then became more vigorous, echoing over the village.

Anger is just an emotion, but when released it becomes a force.

No one knows how long the anger of these villagers can last. Maybe they will gradually forget it in a few days, or they may obediently pay increasingly severe taxes. But as long as the seed is buried, it will eventually pierce the heavy earth and spit out new green shoots!

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