At the corner of the street, a group of men in black pressed their bodies tightly against the wall, blending into the thick night with their black clothes.
Seeing the patrol disappearing from sight, the leader of the men in black waved the sharp blade in his hand forward: "Up."
A gust of wind sounded, and black shadows rushed towards the two captains not far away like arrows.
Under the firelight, two cold rays of light flashed, and the throat of the tall captain and the captain who was changing the guard were cut off in an instant.
The torches in their hands fell to the ground, and they covered their necks with their hands, letting the bright red blood with bubbles gush out from their fingers.
I wanted to shout loudly, but no sound came out.
As soon as I exerted my strength, only blood bubbles emerged from my throat, making a sound of "puff, puff, gud, gud, gush".
As if he was extremely confident in his own skills, he cut the throats of the two of them with one knife and went towards the alley without stopping.
The skills of these men in black were not even a little bit better than those of the imperial guards. By the time everyone reacted, hundreds of them had had their throats cut and fell to the ground.
"There is an attack, there is an attack..." a school captain shouted.
However, before the sound could spread very far, it suddenly stopped.
The torch was thrown to the ground, and he held his neck with his hands, unable to make any more sound.
But even this fleeting shout could travel far in the quiet night of the capital.
Suddenly, the whole alley became chaotic.
The original formation has long since disappeared, and the captains gathered in small groups to make temporary defenses.
At the same time, loud shouts sounded in the alley, one after another.
Hearing the shouts of the captains, the man in black, known as Lao Er, glanced at the leader in front of him: "What should we do? Should we withdraw?"
"Keep fighting forward, try to make it look like you are about to attack the Dongchang Prison, and then we will retreat." The leader ordered, and the sharp blade in his hand instantly chopped down another Imperial Guard Captain to the ground.
In Dongchang Prison, a rapid knock on the door alerted Xiao Chen and others who were sitting in the stove room.
Xiao Chen threw away the charcoal in his hand and rushed out.
The captain at the door had already opened the door, and a shadow wearing a royal guard's Qianhu uniform flashed in.
Seeing Xiao Chen, he hugged his arms and said hurriedly: "The Jinyi Guards were attacked on the outside, killing and injuring hundreds of school captains. Master Ziyi, please take precautions in the prison to prevent another attack."
"Still fighting now?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but be stunned, and his right hand instantly pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist.
"The enemy has retreated, and our people are cleaning up the scene." Qianhu replied hurriedly.
"You guys are on full alert, I'm going out to take a look." Xiao Chen turned around and looked at Duan Tianming, Liu Rufeng and others behind him.
"Okay." Several people responded and turned around to greet all the Dongchang captains.
Following the Qianhu, Xiao Chen came to the alley where the fierce battle took place.
The nearest fighting place was less than half a mile away from Dongchang Prison.
The alley was brightly lit. Numerous guards in golden uniforms began to clean up the bodies on the ground.
Even so, there was still no time to clean up the many corpses lying on the ground.
The remaining four thousand households have also arrived at the scene and are squatting on the ground, examining the corpses.
Seeing Xiao Chen arriving, the four of them stood up in a hurry and saluted Xiao Chen at the same time: "Master Ziyi."
"What are the casualties?" Xiao Chen's face was serious.
"The statistics haven't been completed yet. The current number is that more than 400 people died, and only one survived by luck." One of the Qianhu said with a heavy face.
"Where is the living captain?" Xiao Chen asked.
"At the entrance of the alley."
"Take me over and have a look." Xiao Chen said.
"yes."
At the entrance of the alley, the short captain who had just left was lying on the ground. Although he tried hard to endure it, he could not help but let out a moan.
The patrolling Baihu squatted beside him, tore his Baihu uniform into strips of cloth, and wrapped the opponent's left arm tightly around and around.
The short captain didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or fear in his heart. His previously red face was now completely pale.
With his eyes closed tightly, a string of tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.
When Xiao Chen arrived, the bandages had just finished being bandaged by the hundred households. As he straightened up, he saw five of his thousand households, accompanied by a man from a year ago walking over.
"How is he? Can he talk?" Xiao Chen asked softly, looking at the Imperial Guard lieutenant lying on the ground with his arms tightly wrapped.
Regarding Xiao Chen, several thousand households in Jinyiwei had seen the portrait, but these hundreds of households didn't know him at all.
Although he was accompanied by five thousand members of his Jinyi Guards, it seemed a bit inappropriate to answer the question without even knowing who the other party was.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Looking at Xiao Chen dressed as a captain of the East Factory, the hundred households still asked respectfully.
Several Qianhu next to them saw that their subordinates dared to ask who Xiao Chen was, and when they were about to answer, Xiao Chen's words had already left his mouth.
"Xiao Chen from Dongchang."
Hearing the word Xiao Chen, the hearts of the hundred households trembled, and they hurriedly cupped their fists and saluted: "Master Ziyi."
Although I don't know what Xiao Chen looks like, everyone in the Jinyi Guards knows this name.
No wonder he was accompanied by five thousand members of his Jinyi Guard, who turned out to be the uncrowned king of Dongchang, the Ziyi Xiaowei.
Fortunately, he asked politely and did not get angry rashly because of this tragic scene. Thinking of the other party's question just now, the hundred households hurriedly said: "He only had a knife on his arm. His subordinates have bandaged it, so he should be able to ask
talk."
After hearing the conversation between several people, the short captain had opened his eyes and struggled to stand up. He bowed his body slightly and looked at Xiao Chen respectfully.
Looking up, Xiao Chen realized that the school captain in front of him, who had survived by chance, was just a child. Under the childish look on his face, there was full of fear that could not be concealed.
"What's your name?" Xiao Chen asked.
"Zhou Ran."
"How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen." Zhou Ran replied.
Looking at the other person's short stature, it was obvious that he had been malnourished for a long time. Xiao Chen suddenly felt filled with emotion.
When he officially joined Jinyiwei, he was fifteen years old.
With his martial arts skills, although he did not make any achievements in Jinyiwei, he was safe and sound.
But the young man in front of him, at the age of fifteen, has already walked through the gates of hell.
Who knows that the majestic Jinyiwei in the eyes of everyone, the captain at the bottom, lives in a knife-edge licking blood, and is in panic all day long...
Reaching out and patting the other person's shoulder gently twice, Xiao Chen said, "Can your father have the heart to join the Jinyi Guards at such a young age?"
"Sir, his father died while performing a mission. He inherited his father's title and entered the Jinyi Guard." Baihu next to him said hurriedly.
Xiao Chen was startled, looked at the other party's pale face, and then said slowly: "Your father is protecting you down there. It's okay. Don't be afraid."
