Four Hundred Thirteen: Entering Xiangyang (1)
Jiang Pengji said before that most people in this era suffer from night blindness. Most of the Tsing Yi troops would be almost blind if they didn't have torches for lighting in the dark night. In Buqu's eyes, a group of blind men are nothing more than moving human targets.
"Where did they go-"
"Have you found it?"
"Not found! The thief has escaped?"
"Go look over there again——"
"Where is the thief? As soon as there is news, report it immediately."
The Tsing Yi troops who arrived later held up their torches and illuminated the area as if it were daytime. However, except for hundreds of corpses, no trace of the enemy was found at all. The soldiers in Tsing Yi were panic-stricken and angry, and at the same time they had an uncontrollable fear of the elusive enemy.
When Meng Hun saw the Tsing Yi troops coming in batches, he smiled suddenly and ordered to continue the ambush, loading the crossbow and taking aim.
Buzz buzz——
In the darkness, life-killing arrows roared out.
This time, he did not aim at the torch, but at the head of the Tsing Yi soldier holding the torch.
puff--
The deceased didn't even have time to utter a short scream. A deathly coldness spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and he 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 his companions.
The range of the improved crossbow has brought great long-range advantages to the troops. The sky is even darker tonight. The moon is shrouded behind thick dark clouds. They are ambushing in the darkness, and with such a long distance, the Tsing Yi Army can't even touch it. Not to them.
It can be said that Buqu has the upper hand.
After several sneak attacks and ambushes, the corpses lying in various lanes had piled up, and the blood flowing out gathered into a "stream" and flowed along the gaps in the stone slabs. The night wind blows, bringing with it a strong smell of rust, telling the story of the tragic wars that took place here.
The Tsing Yi Army keeps coming, they keep dying, and the number of dead souls keeps increasing.
Under such a powerful death threat, many people are on the verge of mental collapse and have lost their composure.
They used to be ordinary people who plowed the land honestly with hoes, but now they were encouraged to pick up hatchets and poles and became violent mobs. However, within a few days of their happy life, the seducer had already come to them and surrounded them. The people were taken away one by one.
Soon, it will be your turn!
Seeing that the arrows in the quiver were exhausted, Meng Hun spat and pulled out the sword from his waist with a swipe.
With fierce eyes, he jumped down from the eaves with a knife, "Up!"
"ah--"
Screams rang out, and the head of a Tsing Yi soldier was split in half from top to bottom, and brains and blood spewed out.
Meng Hun drew his sword and slashed at another Tsing Yi soldier without stopping, while more troops rushed up behind him.
For a moment, a melee broke out in the alley, and screams resounded and did not stop for a moment.
Directly drawing a sword to fight will kill people far less quickly than long-range shooting, but it will undoubtedly be more tragic.
Everyone in Buqu knew how to cooperate in fighting, but the Tsing Yi Army was like a headless fly, not even wearing defensive attire.
Even though the Tsing Yi troops were outnumbered, the battle situation was still one-sided.
How can the nearby people sleep soundly when they hear the killing cries outside?
After the earthquake, Xiangyang County, which was already poor, was devastated. Many people died in the earthquake and the people were starved of food. However, the county government did nothing until Xiangyang County was captured and the Tsing Yi Army committed numerous crimes. The people of Xiangyang County There is already a roar of wind and cranes, and the grass and trees are all at war.
Every household closed its doors tightly, refusing to take even half a step out of the door, day or night.
Nowadays, the Tsing Yi Army is fighting with unknown and strange forces. Many people can only hide in their homes tremblingly and block the door tightly.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the killing cries gradually subsided, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
At this time, excited shouts spread throughout the streets.
"The enemy bandits will be killed, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
"The enemy bandits will be killed, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
"The enemy bandits will be killed, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
The high-pitched sound is like a relay,
Through the mouths of each tribe, it spread throughout Xiangyang County.
Meng Hun, whose eyes were already red from death, heard this and pulled out his knife from the heart of a corpse with a swipe.
Not only him, but most of the songs have been lost to time.
This exciting news reached their ears and brought them back to their senses.
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 parts are gasping for air, and there is a sense of pleasure in escaping from the dead.
Some people even sat down on the ground without any strength, not caring how much blood there was on the ground.
Most of them were defeated and injured, but compared to death, these minor injuries were nothing.
At this time, there were only a few Tsing Yi soldiers still standing. Most of them were either dead or seriously injured and lingering. As for those who were still on the way, they heard that the ninth general had been beheaded. They were at a loss at first, and then dropped their weapons and fled. Just run.
Of course, in the end, more than a thousand people were captured, and these people were all "trophies"!
Meng Hun calmed down and said to the troops around him, "Clean up the battlefield and bandage the wounds of the injured brothers. As for the brothers who have died...remember to collect their bodies so that they can be buried in peace in the future."
These tribes are not only Jiang Pengji's private soldiers, but also the "children" raised by Meng Hun.
He spent several years working on the song, and he was heartbroken when he lost one person.
But as a soldier, he understood one truth - it is an honor for a general to die on the battlefield.
Meng Hun waved his sword expressionlessly, threw the blood on the blade to the ground, and then put it back into the scabbard.
He needed to meet up with Langjun as soon as possible to stabilize the situation, so as to prevent the remnants of the Qingyi Army from counterattacking before their death.
At this time, the more than 50 troops taken away by Jiang Pengji had occupied the county government, guarding the entrance and exit of the county government and various important roads.
When everyone saw Meng Hun bringing people over, they all saluted.
Meng Hun asked, "Is Langjun okay?"
The two guards said with admiration, "Langjun is fine, waiting for you in the hall."
Meng Hun nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped into the door.
The county government was still lit up, the candles had not yet burned out, and the bodies that had long been cold and bleeding were still lying on the ground, with no one to collect them.
He didn't even look at them, just walked past the broken limbs and walked straight forward.
Jiang Pengji sat at the head, with the head of General Jiu placed on one side, his eyes always open, he died with his eyes wide open.
The blood stains all over the room matched the luxurious decorations, and there were still unfinished food and wine on the table below, which seemed out of place.
The audience in the live broadcast room kept trying to talk to Jiang Pengji, and the barrage of comments flew by like a screen, but she remained indifferent.
Since stabilizing the situation in the county government, she has sat at the head, as if waiting for someone.
Meng Hun strode over and suddenly knelt down in front of Jiang Pengji, his voice like thunder.
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