Chapter 820 Death Soldiers

At night, Fengshi City was as quiet as death.

Xie Jin and Mo Lingan were both dressed in black, dressed like Ming Mei and Ming Nightmare. They were covered with black scarves, and even their hands and feet were wrapped in black cloth. They were like ghosts walking through the high city walls. Go up and pour buckets of tung oil into every corner of Fengshi City.

They even had free time to pour oil and pay attention to the situation in the city - of course, no matter how they investigated, the results would be the same.

"Where are those death row prisoners infected with the epidemic poisoned?" It’s definitely not possible to spread out the death row prisoners. Ge Yunhui doesn’t know what method he used to control these people.”

Mo Ling'an said: "They should be separated and detained separately, and if Ge Yunhui had a little bit of brain, they should not all be asleep at this moment, but arranged for people to pay attention to the trends in the city and pay attention to the situation outside the city. "

However, there must be a method of detention, and it must be ensured that these death row prisoners will not run around or go out to inform the soldiers. Although the South Vietnamese death row prisoners seem to have no reason to report the news to the Tanglin soldiers, at the moment of life and death, no one is sure what they can do. Things come up.

It is not impossible for prisoners on death row to commit treason if they are eager to seek medical treatment or want to take revenge on the imperial court.

"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time." Mo Lingan dropped the empty oil drum in his hand and said calmly, "We need to leave here as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of bells and drums suddenly sounded in the city.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Mo Lingan and Xie Jin frowned at the same time, and then they saw a figure in black crossing the line of sight at an extremely fast speed, quickly heading south.

"Dead soldiers." Ming Yan said, "There are actually dead soldiers in Fengshi City."

"He must have noticed the night attack of the army and was on his way to report the attack." Ming Mei thought for a moment, then turned to look at Xie Jin, "Go down and kill him."

After finishing his words, before Xie Jin could speak, his body flew away like lightning.

Xie Jin was about to stop him, but Ming Mei had already disappeared.

"It's just random." Xie Jin's brows turned cold. "A dead man appears in the city and is a dead end. Do you need him to take action?"

Ming Yan stood aside and said with a lowered eyebrow: "It is not yet certain how many dead soldiers are hidden in the city, but these dead soldiers can detect the night attack of the army in advance, allowing them to take precautions. Secondly, the dead soldiers are already running They are destined to die. If they take the epidemic out of the city and sneak into the army, the consequences will be disastrous. "

Xie Jin turned to look at him: "We are not yet sure how many dead soldiers there are in the city?"

Ming Yan nodded: "Please go and investigate."

Xie Jin was silent.

Ming Yan and Ming Mei came to check last night, but they did not dare to approach last night. Instead, they returned to Quyang City early, not because they were afraid of death, but because they were worried about being infected with the epidemic virus and bringing the epidemic virus into Quyang City. .

But things were different tonight.

Once Ming Mei and Ming Night enter the city, regardless of whether they will be infected with the epidemic virus, just as a precaution, they will not return to Quyang tonight, so they are not worried about spreading it to others.

Xie Jin obviously understood their plan and said calmly: "Ling'an, you stay outside to take care of them, I'll go with Ming Yan."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Lingan turned around and looked around, "Since we are here, there is no distinction between high and low in life, let's go together."

After saying that, he ran away in another direction.

Xie Jin said: "Action."

Ming Yan accepted the order: "Yes."

The four people separated and went in four directions, an ominous atmosphere filled the air.

There were no lights in Fengshi City, and the four of them were all covered in black, perfectly blending into the night. They all relied on the sense of smell of martial arts practitioners to move flexibly through the city.

Suddenly, Ming Yan slowed down, regained his strength, and then froze his steps not far from a sycamore tree.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he stared coldly at the figure hiding under the sycamore tree.

The other person was also dressed in black, with a slender figure, eyes that were lifeless and lifeless.

"You can commit suicide." Ming Yan said, his voice calm, "This saves me the trouble."

The dead soldier in black clenched the scimitar in his hand and did not move. However, whether it was the opponent's momentum or the cold and calm tone of his voice, he felt an overwhelming pressure coming from all directions. .

Cold sweat began to break out from the palm of the dead soldier's hand holding the scimitar.

Nether Nightmare didn't have much time or patience to deal with him. He flashed like a charm and raised the dagger in his hand horizontally. He seemed to have done nothing, and then seemed to move very quickly, then stopped. Not moving.

The dead man holding the scimitar fell to the ground with a thud before he started to take action.

On the neck wrapped in black clothes, a red mark as thin as a hair began to slowly bleed.

The figure of Ningyan swept away and disappeared into the night in an instant.

The cavalry army outside the city is galloping towards Fengshi, getting closer and closer to Fengshi.

Thirty miles...twenty-eight miles...twenty-five miles...

Xie Jin stood under an eaves, his dark eyes fixed on the opposite corner.

There was a man standing there.

A masked man in black.

It's not Ming Yan, not Ming Mei. Although he is dressed similarly and has a tall and thin figure, his aura is different. His eyes are filled with a deadly murderous aura.

Xie Jin seemed to have seen it, but also seemed not to see it. He just slowly raised his steps and walked over.

The man immediately tightened his grip on the scimitar in his hand.

Xie Jin held the dagger.

Although the length of the weapon will have a great advantage in a duel between masters, for the shadow guards who are used to killing with one blow, the dagger is lighter and more practical - the premise is that his speed must be fast enough and his aim is more accurate.

When Xie Jin uses the killing trick, his skills are equivalent to those of the shadow guards.

The senses of the death warrior in front of him are sharp, and he feels the murderous aura particularly strongly. He can clearly sense the breath of death exuded from Xie Jin at this time - the extreme calmness that the other party is already a dead man in his eyes.

Obviously, in Xie Jin's eyes, this death warrior is already a dead man.

Even if he is not dead at this moment, he will die in the next moment.

As expected.

When the death warrior couldn't help but start to attack under pressure, he found uneasy that the person in front of him suddenly disappeared from his sight, and then, a breeze blew in the air, he felt a pain in his neck, and suddenly lost all resistance.

The iron cavalry twenty miles away was getting closer.

Eighteen miles... Sixteen miles... Thirteen miles...

Xie Jin stood by the wall in silence for a moment, turned around, and rushed to the north.

There was a body lying under the tree. Xie Jin ignored it and walked through the long street and stopped outside the gate of a mansion.

"Ge Yunhui is in the secret room."

Ming Mei stood in the wide courtyard, wondering if she was waiting for Xie Jin.

Xie Jin didn't say anything, stepped into the gate, and walked to the inner courtyard with Ming Mei. He pushed open the door of the study, and Ming Mei stepped forward to press the mechanism, and the secret door of the secret room slowly opened.

The lights were bright, and a man in gold silk soft armor sat on a wide chair. Two black-clothed masked warriors stood on his left and right. The four of them had dull eyes and stood still like stone sculptures.

"General Ge." Xie Jin looked at the man sitting on the chair, and raised a polite arc at the corner of his mouth, "Nice to meet you."

Ge Yunhui's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes flashed with a cold and sharp cold light: "Who are you?"

"Murderer, assassin, enemy." Xie Jin smiled, "General Ge can call you whatever you want."