Chapter 1295 Who Are You?

She was breathing too fast, and the two men made a gesture to her to keep quiet:

Don't make noise, don't make noise, don't attract the attention of the monster!

There was also a defeated soldier hiding in the corner, covering a child's mouth.

The longer it was quiet outside, the longer the three people's hearts were hanging.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves sounded outside the wall again, clattering, as if moving forward.

The three people exhaled slightly, God bless you!

But before the thought was finished, there was a sudden "puff" sound, and a gun came through the wall, first piercing through the two-inch thick wall, and then accurately piercing into the temple of a defeated soldier!

Left in and right out, chiseling a cross!

The man didn't say a word, still staring, but his body trembled a few times.

He loosened his hand, and the woman who was held hostage witnessed the murder at a very close distance for the first time, and couldn't help screaming.

But the gun head was pulled out immediately, and the dead man fell down half-spinning, and the red and white things that sprayed out just splashed her head and face.

Another defeated soldier saw his companion being killed, screamed, and ran over the wall.

He also knew to run in the opposite direction of the horse's head.

But just as he jumped onto the wall, a cold light flashed behind him, and his head fell off.

The third defeated soldier was so frightened by this scene that he was stiff and couldn't even move.

Then, the killer with blazing flames all over his body supported the wall with one hand and jumped in.

This is the monster from purgatory!

The defeated soldier wanted to grab the child and threaten him to retreat, but he was so scared that his hands were shaking like sieves.

The black-armored leader took another step forward, and the defeated soldier suddenly let out an inhuman scream, trembling all over -

collapsed.

"Uh." The mirror clicked his tongue twice, "I was scared to death by you!"

Died with a broken liver and gallbladder.

It has experienced countless battles, but it has only heard of this kind of death, and never thought that one day it would see it with its own eyes.

It affirmed: "It's probably because of your fear formation."

He Lingchuan also smelled a foul odor:

This man was frightened to incontinence before he died.

He didn't want to stay any longer, so he reached out and grabbed the child from the defeated soldier, stuffed him into the woman's arms, then went out, mounted his horse, and galloped away.

Tonight is a night of killing. The streets and alleys of Shizhoutou are filled with the smell of blood. The doors of every household are closed, and everyone is shivering.

This kind of killing and bloodiness happened in Liuping just a month ago.

But this time it happened again in a different place. The target of the hunt was no longer the villagers of Liuping, but the Zhao Guangzhi army that wielded the butcher knife at that time!

Those who kill will be killed.

It was not known how long it took for the chaos outside to slowly subside.

Looking at the East City Gate again, after all, hundreds of defeated soldiers still rushed out, and they hated their parents for not giving them two more legs.

Yang Meng led the crowd to chase for several miles before returning. As soon as he entered the city, he was shocked by the Shura field in front of him:

The streets and alleys were full of the bodies of the defeated soldiers.

The low-lying areas on the ground were filled with blood; the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.

The black-armored knights rode back and forth on horseback, and if they found any fleeing soldiers hiding, they would search them out and execute them on the spot; if they were not dead on the ground, they would also give them a few slaps.

The doors, windows, and walls were splattered with blood everywhere, and it was unknown how much effort it would take to wipe it off.

Is this the record of dozens of people and a giant elephant?

Although Yang Meng knew that the Zhao army deserved to die for cannibalism, the cruelty of these black-armored cavalrymen still made his back cold.

They did this to the Zhao army, what about the stone-capped leader?

Yang Meng squeezed the knife hard, but felt that his hand was a little slippery. The cloth strip on the handle was soaked with blood or sweat, and it was sticky and pulpy.

At this time, the black-armored leader also appeared at the end of the long street and walked slowly towards the garrison.

The cavalry emerged from the dark alley one after another, gathering behind him like ghosts.

The closer they got, the more oppressive they felt.

The garrison behind Yang Meng couldn't help but take two steps back.

They fought several battles that night, which didn't last long, but the process was thrilling. They ran back and forth for several miles. Everyone was bloody and panting. They looked at He Lingchuan and the black-armored cavalry with incredible eyes.

Within ten hours, the black-armored leader helped them three times!

He gave them 500 kilograms of food, which was like sending charcoal in the snow, once.

He designed a sudden outbreak of malaria in the Liucheng army, twice.

He defeated the cannibal king Zhao Guangzhi, three times.

If it weren't for the gods who came from the sky, Shizhoutou would have been lost.

"You..." Yang Meng looked up at him, "Who are you?"

The opponent defeated the majority with fewer troops, and won a complete victory easily. At this moment, he was majestic in the eyes of everyone, mysterious but not to be offended lightly.

Although he was shocked, he was still a little alert in his heart.

There is no good without reason in this world? What does the other party want by helping repeatedly?

The target is also Shizhoutou City, right?

Now that the battle was over and Zhao Guangzhi was captured, what would these black-armored men do to him, the garrison, and the people of Shizhoutou?

But the man in front of him was several times stronger than Liu Chengshou and Zhao Guangzhi combined. Yang Meng felt powerless when he thought of fighting.

He was exhausted after leading the whole city, young and old, to hold on for more than half a month.

Should he surrender?

These people were more brutal than the Zhao army, but they probably wouldn't eat people, right?

He was just thinking about it, but the black-armored leader raised his gun.

As soon as the gun tip moved, the garrison retreated two steps with a clatter.

Whoever the gun tip pointed at just now would die!

But the gun tip was not pointed at them, but pointed to the east.

Everyone looked in the direction of the gun tip and saw several black-armored soldiers running over from the mountains and forests.

A man was dragged behind the horse, tied up and staggering.

Although the man was covered in dust and looked embarrassed, Yang Meng and his men would not make a mistake:

"Liu Chengshou!"

Knowing that the Zhao army had been driven away, many brave civilians walked out of the streets and looked around nearby. They looked at the black-armored cavalry with curiosity and awe. When they saw Liu Chengshou being dragged over, they rubbed their eyes hard to avoid seeing it wrong.

Will Liu Chengshou, who is usually high and mighty, have such a day?

The black-armored leader finally spoke: "He belongs to you."

After these words came out, Yang Meng felt relieved. At least he confirmed that the black-armored army did not intend to attack him and would not raise the butcher knife like they did to Liu Chengshou and Zhao Guangzhi.

Liu Chengshou looked even more ashen.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he opened his mouth wide and could not say a word.

It's over, it's over.

"How did he..." Liu Chengshou stared blankly without saying anything. Yang Meng felt something was wrong. He took a closer look and found a wound on the prisoner's neck.

This knife was cut very delicately.

He waved his hand, and several garrison soldiers came forward and dragged Liu Chengshou away like a chicken. Yang Meng clasped his fists to the black-armored leader in front of him:

"This..."

He Lingchuan did not answer.

Yang Meng could only say: "...What's your name?"

The other party ignored him, but the wolf-headed mask next to him added: "We have captured fifty or sixty of Liu Chengshou's men, and they will be sent to us in a while."