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1288 I want to try

The cold sword attached to his neck made the little follower dare not move rashly.

But half of the screams still got through.

Behind the screen of the camp tent, a man who was sitting on a camp bed about to undress immediately shouted: "What's going on!"

As he spoke, he walked around the plain screen and was about to come out. A dagger was suddenly placed on his neck. The man's eyes widened and his whole body felt numb.

Ye Zheng escorted him out and looked at Wu Shaoning: "Is it him?"

The man looked at the young attendant who was held hostage by Wu Shaoning inside the tent door. The young attendant was trembling and looked back at him with a pale face.

Wu Shaoning looked at it carefully and said, "It should be."

Ye Zheng covered the man's mouth tightly, applied pressure with his wrist, and the sharp dagger instantly cut a gash in the man's neck.

The man whimpered harshly, struggled in vain twice under Ye Zheng's shackles, and died of despair.

The little attendant's legs went weak and he wet his pants.

Wu Shaoning let go of him at the right time, and the little follower fell to the ground.

Suddenly he saw silver light in the corner of his eyes, and he raised his head in surprise. Wu Shaoning's sword was pointed at him, half a foot in front of his throat.

"Spare, spare my life," the little attendant said tremblingly, his voice weak and weak.

"You want to live, right?" Wu Shaoning said coldly.

"Let the villain go, he only has a cheap life and he can't help himself!!"

Wu Shaoning had murderous intent in his eyes and really wanted to stab him with the sharp knife in his hand, but Shen Lie told him that this follower could not die yet.

The loyal army burned, killed and looted all the way, committing all kinds of evil. If the snakes and rats are leaderless now, they are afraid that they will become rogue bandits and harm hundreds of villages and towns in Lingde countryside.

Wu Shaoning looked at the young entourage and said in a deep voice: "You will lead the way and lead your troops to the north of Pingpi Official Road."

"Guan Dao? If you go to Guan Dao, isn't that going to death?"

"Ask them to die for you, and you can leave early. If you can do it, you will be considered successful in suppressing the bandits, and you will be left with a way to survive."

The young attendant looked at the sharp blade in front of his throat and stammered: "Okay, okay, I promise you."

Ye Zheng came over and said: "We will keep an eye on you in the dark. If you dare to play tricks, we will never give you mercy."

"What a villain would not dare to do, a hero would never dare!"

Wu Shaoning sheathed his sword and looked at Ye Zheng. Ye Zheng nodded and the two left quietly.

There were also several corpses in several large tents nearby. The secret guards came out to gather and rushed to the entrance of the valley in the southwest as quickly as possible.

There are a total of seven large tents at the entrance of the valley, which are distributed high and low due to the terrain, and are scattered and messy.

There were militiamen patrolling near the camp, carrying crude guns and inferior knives, chatting and walking.

The accent is not entirely from Youzhou Weiping Prefecture, it comes from all over the place.

One of the teams crossed a small stream. The man at the front was famous in the army for his dog nose. He sniffed and said, "That's not right!"

Others looked towards him.

He sniffed and sniffed, then stepped up to a tent.

"You're going to die!" Someone grabbed him and lowered his voice, "This is Captain Liu's tent!"

"The smell here is wrong!" said the dog's nose.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's see and then talk!"

The dog's nose opened the tent door directly.

As he opened the curtain, a strong and pungent smell hit his face, and everyone could smell it.

The torch in Gouzi's hand was poked into the dark tent. Everyone was shocked by the corpse of Captain Liu lying on the camp bed and the blood flowing all over the ground.

Military regulations stipulate that no officer is allowed to kill his own people privately, so Goubi thought that Captain Liu killed someone secretly, and that he would be able to perform meritorious service if he caught him. However, he did not expect that Captain Liu himself would die.

Some people turned around and ran away to find other officers nearby.

As a result, there was another corpse in the tent.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of other officers were discovered, and chaos ensued at the entrance of the valley.

The intense fear of death descended, as if there was a silent night owl watching the earth silently.

A group of militiamen ran quickly towards the mountain stream on the right. Due to too much panic, one person fell down while running. He staggered up and shouted to his companions to wait.

As he ran, he felt his scalp numb. He turned around and looked into the dark night behind him. It seemed that there was someone there, but it seemed that there was not one.

No, no matter what, he hurriedly chased his companions.

What he didn't know, and couldn't possibly know, was that there was indeed a pair of dark, cold eyes on the mountain at this moment, silently staring at his back.

At the end of the narrow road in the mountain stream on the right, there is a river beach that is difficult to find. There are three large tents standing on the stone ground in the river beach without any lights.

"Your Majesty!" the militiamen shouted in panic from a distance, "Your Majesty!!"

The patrol militiamen guarding outside the tent quickly walked over: "What are you doing!"

"What happened?"

"Keep your voice down, or you will die!"

"Captain Liu and the others are all dead!" shouted the running militiamen, "Where is the king! The king!"

"What?!" The patrolling soldiers and civilians were shocked.

A group of people ran to the largest tent, and a man with a blue scarf wrapped around his forehead, who seemed to be the leader of the team, rushed in: "Your Majesty!"

"What are you doing!" A very loud shout came from the tent, "Get out!!"

The team leader was stammering and talking about what happened outside. The man in the tent was shocked: "This is happening! Then, where is Prime Minister Xie? Has anyone sent someone there?"

"Already gone!"

"Going? Oh, just go!" The man's surprised tone disappeared and he said coldly, "Then it's up to Prime Minister Xie to step in. I'm asleep!"

Several militiamen who broke in hesitated: "But Your Majesty, that man can kill so many of our masters without knowing it. He must be very powerful and very good at assassination, so we..."

"No matter how powerful I am, how can I be as powerful as me!" The man yelled, "If you think I'm not powerful, then come here and let you sit on this throne!"

The men drove the militiamen out.

The militiamen were at a loss, but they thought in a flash that this should be the safest place. As for those at the mouth of the valley, they would not leave.

The wind was cool by the river, and everyone gathered together. The feeling of panic and fear always permeated the side and could not be dissipated.

Ye Zheng, Wu Shaoning and other six secret guards followed the mark left by Shen Lie and could see the dozen or so people at the river beach at a glance.

"Master," Ye Zheng said in a low voice, "Xie Zhong is dead, and several generals in the Zhongxin Army are also dead."

Wu Shaoning asked: "They keep talking about the king, is Qian Fengrong in that tent?"

Shen Lie stood with his sword in his arms. He was wearing black clothes that made his waist extremely thin, and he was completely hidden in the shadow of the branches and trees. If there were no signs pointing to it, the secret guards would never notice him standing here.

"Probably." Shen Lie said lightly.

"Set up a crossbow?" Ye Zheng said.

All the secret guards looked at Shen Lie.

Each of them carries a crossbow and four consecutive arrows, and with their skills, they can load the arrows in the shortest time and shoot four more arrows.

Before the other party reacts, it is easy for each person to shoot sixteen rounds.

Six people, that's sixty-four shots. The powerful penetration was enough to turn the tent where Qian Fengrong was located into a sieve.

Shen Lie's black eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "I want to give it a try."

"Master, you mean..."

"I want to kill him with my own hands."


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