Chapter 1298 The Quiet Crowd

But the black-armored leader just tapped him lightly, and Yang Meng came to his senses:

Once Zhao Guangzhi dies, the conquered territory will become a no-man's land, and the first person to react will have a chance!

If Yang Meng can seize the opportunity to take them into his pocket, his territory, population, and army will expand accordingly.

The more his strength grows, the less threat the Liu family poses to him.

"Thank you for your advice!"

"Heaven helps those who help themselves."

"What do you mean?" Yang Meng was confused and asked respectfully.

"The situation in the Shining Gold Plain is about to change. If you hold on for another three to five years, you will definitely see the clouds clear."

"Change?" Yang Meng asked, "What kind of change?"

The black-armored leader did not answer, but shook the reins lightly, and the horse began to trot again. Dozens of riders followed closely behind, all passing by Yang Meng without looking back.

The forest was filled with fog at some point, and this strange cavalry disappeared in the mist in an instant.

The black-armored leader's admonition echoed in Yang Meng's ears:

"Accumulate more blessings and commit fewer sins. Otherwise, I will find you in advance."

The sinister words reminded Yang Meng of the other party's methods again, and he shuddered subconsciously.

When he returned to the city, a subordinate came to report:

When everyone was cleaning up the battlefield, they found that there was an extra relief on the brick wall beside the city gate.

The image carved in the relief had bulging eyes and sharp teeth, short horns on the head, and a beard under the jaw.

No one knew what it was. Yang Meng carefully identified it and said uncertainly: "Is this a dragon?"

As for how this relief appeared, no one knew. Anyway, it was not on the wall before the battle last night.

A city resident asked Yang Meng cautiously: "Master Yang, is it related to the black-armored gods who just left?"

Looking back, the mask worn by the black-armored leader is very similar to the relief on the wall.

Yang Meng thought so too.

He reached out and stroked the relief on the wall. Could it be that the group of people secretly carved it?

Soon, the citizens of Shizhoutou found three more reliefs in the city, which were also dragon head patterns.

Everyone was amazed.

The Black Armor Army stayed in Shizhoutou for a limited time, and most of them were used to kill the enemy. If they intentionally carved these patterns, they must have used magical powers, right?

As time went by, the dragon head reliefs became more and more blurred.

Three days later, they disappeared completely.

The wall looked the same as it did before, as if these reliefs had never existed.

…

Liuping.

In the middle of the night, the Liuping defenders opened the city gates six times, because more than 400 of Zhao Guangzhi's defeated soldiers fled back one after another.

The news of Zhao Guangzhi's death also returned with them, and spread rapidly among the defenders.

General Zhao is dead!

What should I do with this group of big-headed soldiers? Who will they eat, use... and listen to in the future?

Frustration and confusion swept the entire army, and these 600 people were at a loss.

A snake cannot survive without a head.

Two leaders saw the opportunity and stood up to recommend themselves, hoping that everyone would support them as the new leader.

In troubled times, power means everything.

Another leader did not want to participate and planned to leave with his confidants, but others blocked their way: there were only 600 defenders in the city, and he took 200 away. How could the rest be viable?

The three attacked each other, and soon the verbal battle turned into a fight, and then evolved into a group fight and a melee.

When the three parties were fighting fiercely, the city gate changed.

In the chaos, someone opened the city gate.

This action was not eye-catching, after all, there were Zhao troops returning to the city all night.

Who would have thought that this time it was not the fleeing army that entered the city, but dozens of evil black-armored cavalrymen!

As soon as they entered the city, they started killing.

The Zhao army had experienced a terrifying night in Shizhoutou, and in this trance, the black-armored cavalry followed into Liuping again!

The nightmare reappeared.

Most of the Zhao army fled in all directions, unwilling to relive the experience of Shi Zhoutou again; the rest were frightened after being charged by the black-armored cavalry for two rounds, and could not organize a decent resistance at all, and fled again!

The battle before dawn was quite sloppy. It took less than two quarters of an hour for the black-armored army to beat the enemy to a state of disarray and flee in panic.

The battle of Liuping was also over.

But this brief calm was lurking with anxiety and restlessness.

Then, He Lingchuan ordered his men to disperse and gather people in the streets and alleys.

The short two quarters of an hour of fighting made most of the residents of Liuping tremble.

But they were already used to being driven by the Zhao army. At this time, they were like obedient sheep, and like moles driven out of the hole, they lowered their eyebrows and slowly gathered in the open space at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The space behind the gate of Liuping was too small, so they could only choose the entrance of the vegetable market.

However, what appeared here was no longer the vicious Zhao army, but another strange army.

More mysterious, darker, and more terrifying than the Zhao army.

No one dared to say a word, only the torches around the open space were blown by the wind and made a loud noise.

Wanqi Feng and Dong Rui looked at these villagers, all of whom were pale and thin, huddled, some looked terrified, and some seemed numb, like walking corpses.

But the eyes they cast towards He Lingchuan and others did not contain any kindness.

Liuping is here. Today it is occupied by the Zhao army, and tomorrow it may be replaced by the Li army or the Wang army...

The flags on the city walls change, who will be different? The only thing that does not change is that they, the civilians, will still be squeezed, exploited, and eaten!

In this dead silence, the black-armored leader spoke:

"I'll give you a gift!"

Wanqi Feng immediately dragged Zhao Guangzhi off his horse and took off his hood, exposing his face to the public.

A gasp sounded around.

"Who recognizes him?"

Many people recognized Zhao Guangzhi, but they didn't dare to respond.

No one knew what these black-armored knights were singing.

At this time, a big pot had been set up on the open ground, filled with clear water, and firewood was burning underneath.

The pot was big, it could cook a big pot of rice and throw a fat pig in.

Two black-armored cavalrymen tied Zhao Guangzhi to a log.

"He's yours." He Lingchuan pointed the tip of his gun at Zhao Guangzhi, and then pointed at the big pot, "Who's coming?"

The crowd was as quiet as a chicken.

The villagers looked at them blankly, some of them still half-opened their mouths, most of them were timid and confused, and a few had numb faces and could only breathe quietly.

Dong Rui couldn't help it: "Don't you want revenge?"

Revenge?

Revenge?

Several villagers tilted their heads, as if pondering the meaning of this sentence.

They looked at the black-armored knight, and the other side looked at them. Wanqi Liang noticed that even though Zhao Guangzhi was tied up like a dumpling, they didn't dare to look at him any more, as if they would be beheaded if they took a glance at him.

He couldn't help but curse in a low voice:

"Waste!"

Others tied up their enemies and sent them to their doorsteps, but they didn't even dare to think of revenge?