"Surrender, we surrender, everyone puts down their weapons."
On the chaotic battlefield, Meng Wuwei let out a loud roar that swept across the entire battlefield.
Hearing Meng Wuwei's roar, the people in gray coats in the square breathed a sigh of relief.
"Surrender, we surrender..."
Among the crowd besieging the imperial pikemen, some people threw away the iron spears in their hands.
For a moment, the sound of "ding-ding" iron spears falling to the ground was heard in the square.
Seeing the person next to him put down his weapon, Zhu Wei's men looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
"Surrender, we will surrender too."
I don't know who yelled this, and Zhu Wei's men threw away the iron spears in their hands.
There is no hope anymore. These people in armor in front of them are simply monsters. How can they be defeated?
Seeing the enemy's surrender, the imperial pikemen stopped fighting and stopped attacking.
On the other side of the main road, the battle ended coincidentally.
"Don't kill me, surrender, surrender..."
Somehow they heard the sound of surrender in the square, and the green ones who were fighting with the imperial spearmen dropped their iron spears one after another, squatted down with their heads in their hands, and shouted surrender.
"What are you doing? Get up, fight, keep fighting."
After kicking a subordinate who was squatting beside him several times, Cheng Shengwei roared angrily.
Facing Cheng Shengwei's anger, his men fled one after another and stayed away from Cheng Shengwei.
How could they continue to fight, with so many people dead, but not a single one of them fell down? Would they be happy only after all the bosses died?
Seeing Cheng Shengwei's men put down their weapons and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, the imperial spearmen stopped attacking.
The two imperial spearmen passed through the figures squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, and came to Cheng Shengwei.
"kill……"
With a roar, Cheng Shengwei stabbed an imperial spearman with an iron spear.
He wanted his men to know that these guys in armor were not invincible.
Facing Cheng Shengwei's blow, the imperial spearmen did not hide, and allowed the sharp iron spear to pierce the thickest breastplate.
"Ding……"
There was just a sound of metal clashing, sparks bursting, and the sharp tip of the iron spear pressed against the breastplate of the imperial pikeman. Instead of piercing even a little bit, the sharp tip of the spear broke off and fell to the ground.
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Staring blankly at the tip of the spear that fell to the ground, Cheng Shengwei took a step back, with nothing but confusion and despair on his face.
The imperial spearman who was attacked by Cheng Shengwei took a step forward, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed Cheng Shengwei's neck.
The force on his neck and the suffocating feeling made Cheng Shengwei come back to his senses. He grabbed the Imperial Lancer's wrist with both hands and struggled hard, trying to use his strength to break free of the hand on his neck.
But it was useless. The imperial spearman remained motionless and tightly held Cheng Shengwei's neck with his left hand.
Facing Cheng Shengwei's desperate and painful gaze, an indifferent voice sounded from the cold helmet of the imperial spearman.
"The commander said he doesn't want to be stained with your blood."
As he spoke, the imperial spearman exerted his left hand slightly...
"Click..."
There was only a sound of bones breaking, and Cheng Shengwei's neck was twisted directly.
In the hands of the imperial spearmen, Cheng Shengwei's eyes opened wide, as if he couldn't believe that he was dead like this. The look in his pupils gradually disappeared, and finally there was deathly silence.
As the imperial spearmen loosened their grip, Cheng Shengwei's unsupported body fell to the ground.
Looking at the boss who fell to the ground, Cheng Shengwei's men looked frightened. They acted alone and killed him as soon as he was told.
After glancing at the figures squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, the imperial spearman said in a deep voice: "The man in green, kill."
As soon as these words came out, Cheng Shengwei's men became commotion, with a look of fear on their faces.
"Not green clothes, not green clothes."
One person stood up, shouted loudly, quickly took off his grass green coat, and put it on backwards.
Seeing this, other people followed suit. After a while, the green color disappeared and turned into gray.
Rather smart...
Not far away, Li Meng looked at the person who shouted "Not in green".
They may be guilty, but there are not many people in the shelter. We cannot kill them all. If we can, we will not kill them. Cheng Shengwei is dead. This revenge can be regarded as revenge, and it can also satisfy the regret of the original owner of this body.
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Li Meng turned back to the imperial spearman beside him and said, "Bring him here."
The imperial pikemen beside Li Meng moved upon hearing the sound and walked towards the young man who was squatting on the ground again.
After a while, the imperial spearmen brought him over.
"You don't have to squat down, just stand and talk."
Seeing him trying to squat down with a fearful look on his face, Li Meng stopped him.
With a smile, he looked at Li Meng carefully and whispered: "Um, you... hello."
Looking at him in front of him, Li Meng asked: "What's your name?"
Hearing this, he said cautiously: "Cheng Shenghu, my name is Cheng Shenghu."
Looking at the people squatting on the ground, Li Meng said calmly: "They will be left to you. Your task is to clean up the battlefield. Carry the dead to the ice cave, and inflict wounds on the living to eliminate their pain."
In such a cold and harsh environment, once you are seriously injured, you will die sooner or later. Although there are many items in the mall, they are all military-related items, and there is nothing that can be digested by human stomachs.
Rather than letting the seriously injured people who are still alive live, it is better to give them a knife and end them all.
With a happy expression on his face, Cheng Shenghu said quickly: "Yes, yes, leave it to me."
Cheng Shenghu knew that those of them who were still alive no longer had to worry about their lives.
With that said, Cheng Shenghu turned around and said loudly: "Brothers, get up and move. Clean the battlefield. Carry the dead to the ice cave. Those who can't be saved behave as usual. Quickly, take action."
Among Cheng Shengwei's team, Cheng Shenghu seemed to have a certain prestige. Because of his words, everyone stood up and started to take action.
After taking a look at the busy people, Li Meng turned around and left, walking towards the square.
In that direction, the battle also ended, and the originally noisy trading area had returned to calm at some point.
When Li Meng came to the square under the escort of imperial spearmen, under the auction table, there were people squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.
The living people are squatting and the dead are lying down. This kind of picture has a great visual impact.
Arriving under the stage and in front of the two people squatting at the front, Li Meng stopped.
Looking down at the two people squatting on the ground with their heads in front of him, Li Meng said calmly: "I won't kill you. You may have committed heinous crimes, but that was in the past. Even if you weren't there, there would be people like you. From now on
From now on, listen to me. I ask you to go east, but you must not go west. I ask you to lie down, but you must not stand. Kneel down if you can. If you can't, I won't force you. But from now on
In the end, you will be like everyone else, no longer enjoying a warm shelter and no longer having enough food."