In Wushan Mansion, in the northern city area, a large fire was rising into the sky.

A large number of fire fighters carried buckets of water, fetched water from all directions and poured water on the flames.

But compared to the spread of the fire, this little water is of no use and is meaningless.

Further out, groups of thugs with red cloths tied on their upper arms laughed wildly and fought with the garrison.

Several extremely skilled guys are fighting with masters from aristocratic families in the city.

Although Wushan Mansion is the capital city of Shan Province, in fact, the top-level military forces in daily life are only the masters worshiped by the aristocratic families in the city, and a few super-grade warriors who live in seclusion here.

Apart from that, there is nothing more.

When this group of Red Turban Army thugs rushed in, no one paid any attention at first.

Until they started burning, killing, and looting in the streets, and they even killed officials without any scruples.

Only then did the warriors arrive.

As a result, the warriors were also killed, so the officials mobilized more people to come.

The two sides started fighting.

The governor of the government led troops to patrol outside. At this time, there were only a few lax wealthy families in the city to assist in the defense.

As a result, it was broken through all the way, and eventually the ammunition and gunpowder depot in the city was detonated.

A large amount of explosion flames flew out, igniting many wooden buildings in the city.

boom!

Another burst of fire shot into the sky.

The gunpowder magazine exploded a second time, sputtering out a large sheet of dazzling flames.

On the street near the city gate, the crowd had dispersed and almost ran towards the distance, leaving only the sound of flames burning the wooden walls.

There are still uncontrollable cries of fear in some houses. Those are the few residents who live here, don't want to escape, and are taking a chance.

The cry was very weak and was completely drowned out by the sound of burning flames, so most people couldn't hear it.

But Zhang Rongfang heard it.

He jumped from a intact wooden building and landed on a deserted and dirty street.

There were discarded coats, food, small goods, etc. everywhere on the ground. Occasionally, you could see a little blood stains in some places.

There was also a faint sound of fighting in the distance as weapons were exchanged.

‘It’s so serious!?’ At first he thought it was just a sneak attack, but now it seems... It was actually attacked from the city gate?

He was worried about his sister and brother-in-law, so he immediately put his feet down and rushed towards Muchifu.

Buildings and houses passed by on both sides. Some houses had their doors broken into, and some were still in good condition. The doors were tightly closed.

The more Zhang Rongfang rushed toward Muchi Mansion, the more he heard the sounds of fighting and the louder the gunshots.

Not long after, he saw two carriages dumped on the street in front of him, and their dead horses were bleeding all over the ground.

Peng!

After a muffled sound, several thugs were hit so hard that they flew up and fell heavily to the ground. They quickly closed their eyes and died, losing their breath.

Zhang Rongfang's heart moved, he quickly jumped up, climbed continuously, landed on the roof of a restaurant, and looked over there.

I saw in the distance the location of Muchi Mansion, surrounded by a large spiritual army three times inside and three times outside.

These spiritual troops, with the cooperation of martial arts masters, formed an array to strangle the surrounding thugs.

They took turns shooting muskets and crossbows in rows. They were well-trained and covered in heavy armor.

Generally, thugs who wield their weapons with all their strength can only make small dents in their bodies.

Looking from a distance, Zhang Rongfang's dark vision could clearly see that in the middle of the crowd's protection, his brother-in-law and sister were discussing something with a burly and strong Lingjun general with solemn faces.

Soon, the thugs around Muchi Mansion were almost wiped out.

Several masters were being surrounded and killed in circles, and they were almost dying.

Zhang Rongfang breathed a sigh of relief.

Know that everything is safe here.

From this point of view, the thugs who could break into Wushan Mansion were only a small group. Thoughts flashed in his mind, thinking about the true purpose of these thugs.

Detonating the gunpowder magazine means that gunpowder poses the greatest threat to them.

In addition, the surrounding routes were cut off from supplies before, and thugs like cannon fodder were released to plunder everywhere.

Are they trying to divide the cities and besiege them?

Zhang Rongfang instantly connected in his heart.

"Oh no!

The governor is dead!

"

Suddenly, a faint cry of terror floated in the distance.

Zhang Rongfang's eyes narrowed and he quickly rushed over there.

His movements were extremely fast, and he reached the location where the shout came out in just ten breaths.

I saw hundreds of soldiers and thugs lying on the ground in a large square in the city, with very few survivors.

A small group of spirit troops who had just arrived were rushing in from the outside to check on their colleagues on the ground.

A dozen of them carried the body of a burly old man and walked slowly outside.

The two generals of the Spirit Army were left with pale faces, discussing something eagerly in low voices.

Zhang Rongfang's heart sank. The situation developed to the point where even the governor dared to kill him. This was tantamount to rebellion.

He recognized that the old man's body was indeed the governor of Wushan Mansion.

Is the governor representing the army here, or is he from a spiritual noble family? Now even spiritual nobles dare to kill... Where is the governor stationed in the mountain province!?

Where is the worship god protected by Xuehong Pavilion!?

And what about the Taoist Sect, Zhenyi Sect, Xizong, and the top masters nearby?

Many questions flashed in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

He began to jump quickly on the roof of the building, using dark light vision to check the surrounding situation.

Fortunately, in Wushan Mansion, except for the initial riot caused by the fire and explosion, the thugs who broke in later were quickly surrounded and killed, and the situation quickly stabilized.

The seriously injured were the people in the neighborhoods near the city entrance, as well as the gunpowder depot and nearby houses.

After confirming that the danger in Fucheng was over, Zhang Rongfang went out of the city without stopping, climbing up from time to time to check the whereabouts of the red scarf thugs.

Due to the scattered groups of thugs, Zhang Rongfang adopted a high-speed search in circles around Wushan Mansion.

His endurance was extremely strong now, and he kept running and flying in circles. It was not until the sky turned dark that he discovered the first group of red-turban thugs with ragged clothes and fanatical expressions.

In the mountains and forests, as night approached, each of these thugs moved swiftly, almost all of them equivalent to top-notch warriors.

They formed a long line and quickly rushed towards the nearest nearby town.

The leader was a strong one-eyed man with one eye that was bloodshot and red. He was holding a knife and shield in his hand, and drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know it.

Zhang Rongfang's eyes turned cold, he jumped down from the height of the tree branch and rushed towards the group of people.

There were hundreds of people in total, but in his eyes they were just hundreds of ants.

The key is that he wants to get real information from these people. Where do they come from? What forces do they belong to!? Who is the person who truly unites everything, and where is it!?

Landing lightly, Zhang Rongfang did not ask any questions. Lightning came close and slapped the chest of the thug in front of him with a heavy palm.

The man's eyesight blurred and his chest hurt sharply. He flew backwards and hit more than a dozen thugs behind him. He died instantly.

"who!

?Dare to stop my Red Scarf Army’s actions! I’ll kill you!

"The leader, One-Eyed Dragon, stopped, raised his sword and roared.

It's a pity that the roar is just impotent rage.

A gray shadow zigzagged back and forth among the crowd like lightning, constantly weaving in and out.

Every time someone was touched, one fell to the ground.

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen people fell down!

The thugs showed no fear at all, waving their weapons and striking everywhere.

But just by dealing with it like this, a few seconds passed.

The number of people fell by half.

In the mountains and forests, Zhang Rongfang looked like a ghost. Taking advantage of the enemy's initiative, all the thugs' actions were clearly visible in his mind like a mirror.
To be continued...