In the chaotic Chaoyang City, there were still endless fighting and fighting, as well as screams of being executed.

Ding Hui, the deputy general of the main messenger who was standing on the city gate building to control all this, was no longer as calm and calm as he had before; because as the situation developed, he found that his influence and control of the Rage Wind Camp was not as perfect and easy as expected; and now it is the fourth day of the incident, and there is still the other party in the city continuing to resist the new forces he represents.

"Old Ding, you're doing this poorly and you're too embarrassed."

And beside him, as the leader of the team who is one of the biggest helpers and foreign players, he is also sarcastic about his injuries without hesitation.

"I have ruined the Lord and supported you with this twists and strength."

"What I want is a roar camp that can fight well and has a roughly intact strength,"

"It's not a rage camp full of revenge and disputes, but eventually tends to be divided and people's hearts are disintegrating."

"It's really a waste of our chance to help you with your best..."

"You didn't guarantee it..."

Another sound is also an interface.

"As long as the purple face is gone and the monk Xu is not causing trouble, can you quickly grasp the situation?"

"What day has it been, and my people are very expensive..."

"The road is cut off from the outside...."

"It cannot be spent here in vain."

"It's over, I can only give me some time and help."

Ding Hui also said firmly without hesitation.

"Why don't you want to ask the Lord for everything after all your previous efforts are wasted?"

"This is not easy for me to pass the test alone."

“Well…”

The first general stomped his feet and said.

"I will give you a little more effort."

"But I want to get another 10% of the benefits I copied from it at the time."

“This is not possible…”

Ding Hui shook his head without hesitation.

"This is a treasure on a large tribute ship..."

"Half of them were decided to hand over to the Military Palace and Huang Wang, and no one can make random decisions."

"The rest is also a place to arrange and go there, and at most you can copy it in the city..."

"joke.."

The other person is the interface

"If things don't work here, everything will be done."

"Just ask one question, will you succeed or not..."

"Big, we can share this in private with the three of us..."

Ding Hui let out a heavy breath and barely nodded. He saw the other party blowing a sharp whistle on his mouth with his hands, and then the flags on the top of the city were shaking one after another. Several teams of people rushed out from under the city wall, and rushed towards the generals in the city with anger.

In the northeast corner of the other end of the city, the rear camp station of the baggage stored; the battle of offensive and defensive battles continued intermittently between these fortifications and obstacles, layers of scattered corpses were filled with layers after layer.

The former cavalry general Zhao Yingong also caught a long sword and lived there; but he still had the absurd illusion, but he didn't expect that he would have a day to help the evildoer with the thief. The difference is that this time he was standing on the side of the thief who was familiar with everyday life, and formed a camp to fight against other thieves who seemed very strange.

Although he tried hard to hide his identity after the official army was defeated and captured, he was just regarded as an ordinary soldier; he was still seen by the thieves and threatened and tempted to teach his military experience and experience, and the way of conduct was already known.

The person who only showed his identity was the police officer Zhao who also survived but was seriously injured. In order to get the opportunity to survive, instead of letting those thieves get a knife to him, he simply gave up and played the role of a traitor who corrected and exposed the prisoners.

However, what made him regretful afterwards was that among the prisoners and corpses, there was no name of the former Zhao family leader Zhao Ziri, and it seemed that he might have run away with the Ya Jiang.

Then, for the first time, he saw hundreds of officers and soldiers asking for the thief to join the rituals and scenes. In order to swear to break away from their past identities, these former officers and soldiers even cut off their hair under the leadership of Zhong Yi, the Fujian Military Academy, and left only the flat and short ends of the thief's head to show their minds.

But what surprised and shocked him was that the thieves finally let these former officials join in and trade the letter of fame; they actually gathered more than 20 captured officers and generals, so that these past soldiers would expose their deeds and sins one by one, and then forced each to step forward and cut their flesh and blood to death, thereby cutting off their connection with their past identities.

Some people cried loudly, some were afraid, some begged hard, some tried to resist, and some just wanted to deal with the situation, but under the threat and coercion of life, they could not escape the selection process of this cruel slander. In the end, only a few people, including him, were survived because of their lack of evidence of their crimes, and even cured his injuries. But doing so was particularly harsh.

Even Zhao Yingong, who was known for being knowledgeable in the army, had experienced this process and could not help but sweat and felt chill all over his body; however, there were many things that surprised him even more;

For example, the thief who was responsible for supervising them was not like the one claimed in the court that they were leading beasts or being vulgar or unwilling. There was no rumor that most thiefs usually saw poisoning the tragic situation left by ravaging the place after they gained power. In fact, their behavior was both organized and clear, and they only attacked wealthy families with obvious bad deeds, and were harmless with most common people and even had no obstacles in traffic.

It can be said that in daily conduct, in addition to their banners and kimonos, they are more like the way of the official army than most of the imperial officials he had seen; or they are more constitutional (regular) and organized (rigorously organized) and decisive and determined to prohibit the situation before departure; to be honest, that is, under Gao Linggong, who he once served, the powerful brigade who was chasing from the northwest to the southwest, perhaps there are some similarities and similarities.

In addition, their slogans and claims are also different from most thieves; under the general banner of "Sky-making Average", they directly point to the government and the powerful, and swear to wipe out all the sufferings that are frequent in time, natural disasters and man-made disasters. They even compiled a considerable degree of temptation and slander and arguments, which attracted many fools and blind people to follow.

This made him feel more vigilant and shocked, because with such a small but scarce material use and special concept, he could support this troop corps of thieves who came from momentum and appearance. If he really gained momentum, he would probably not be the sign of the great thieves who would ravage the world and the country's consciences in the future. And the concepts promoted by the thieves even influenced and penetrated into the former officials who were forcibly employed as prisoners.

Although Zhao Yingong was still a little contemptuous and disbelief about the slogans and ideas that these thieves claimed to be "overthrowing the imperial court and this cannibal world, a peaceful and powerful household wantonly scattered fish and meat, and creating a new world where the humble and petty people can live safely." After all, in his entire life, how could he have no maintenance of rank and order in this world, and how could he have no protection and conscience of the court?

But after the time was getting longer, the various compulsory and rituals of the Rijis reminded him that between the daily diet and daily work of the captive labor team, some former officers and soldiers who were originally suffering from or had poor family backgrounds began to show signs of wavering and private identification. This made him feel confused and helpless, because he found that although he was full of resistance, he was speechless and speechless and did not know how to refute and defend.

As a result, Zhao Yingong, who had always believed that he was ruthless and forced to do things, now had reasons to insist on fighting; of course, he did this not for the safety and survival of these thieves, but for the former officials who were captured like himself;

After all, no matter how unpleasant these familiar thieves are, they still have some evidence and rules in their actions. In daily life, they are just "transformation and atonement" to drive them to work hard, at least they have hope of living. The thieves on the opposite side are brutal people who are red-eyed when they see people, and they are not even allowed to see their own people, let alone what the consequences will be for their own prisoners.

Although he had already realized that he was wearing a corpse, after being able to survive for a while, he was reluctant to give up his life easily. At least he was unwilling to die inexplicably in the internal strife of these thieves.

So he had to take up his weapons and command the labor force, and fought side by side with these thieves in charge of their riots before killing and suppressing a few internal respondents who created the riots, stabilizing the internal and external troubles in the rear camp, and then resisting the besiegers.

Thinking of this, he leaned against an axle with a long knife and stuffed a large piece of so-called compressed ration into his mouth. Suddenly, he felt that the taste was quite good. At least compared to the official army, most of the time, they ate pig food and dog food. He had to admit that among these thieves, there were still some good things and novel things.

Suddenly a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Stand up, brother..."

I saw a young thief holding a young thief who was still bleeding and trying to stuff his intestines back.

"The head of the government will definitely come back to rescue..."

"There will be a way to treat you..."

Zhao Yingong curled his lips disapprovingly. These left-behind thieves have reached the end of their lives, and they still believe in this kind of thing. Since the other party has been planning for a long time, they are afraid that most of the rear camp assigned to them by excuses will not be so easy to get news; that is, they just use things that deceive people and talk about **.

They are tired and hurt until now, and there are not many places to defend. If there is no place to escape, Zhao Yingong doesn't think he can still hold on. Now he is just holding a few more culls to weaken the power of the thief for the court.

He glanced at the firewood, charcoal and other items piled up in front of the vehicles and warehouses, which was their last evidence; he suddenly had an extremely bold idea. If these things were used in exchange, could he give himself a chance to live and have a chance to open his mind?

This thought had already arisen and could not be cured at all. It was like wildfire that spread wildly in his clothes, and he dragged his long sword and slowly walked towards the pile of firewood and charcoal. He was carrying a torch with a few and a half-year-old boys. He was not as tall as the fence in the army. If he suddenly attacked, he would not have been able to hold his hands together.

He was calculating in his heart, and walked step by step to the edge of the firewood pile. Finally, he looked at the number of thieves scattered nearby, and made a preliminary assessment based on their distance and reaction speed. Then he held the hilt tightly and sighed silently in his heart. I have no selfish grudges with you, so I have to seek a good birth in the next life.

Then he saw the other party suddenly dropping the torch and stomping on the ground, which scared Zhao Yingong and took two steps back quickly. He saw them pointing at the sky with excitement and talking.

"Here...back..."

Then, I heard a sudden clamoring shout from afar

"The head of the police is back..."

"The virtual tube head is back..."

"The head of the police finally came back..."

"You are back, you're back."

Near the sound waves, the cold streets that became messy in the chaos seemed to be awakened and alive, and many scattered voices and figures suddenly appeared.

"Who is garrisoning and guarding in Ximen?"

One of the other two generals standing on the top of the city changed his face and shouted angrily at Ding Hui.

"Why is no one sending it to you?"

"I just touched the city and opened the door..."

"I sent several teams of people to guard and patrol outside,"

The other person even screamed

"Why is there no news or signs coming back..."

"Things are going to be troublesome now..."

And facing northwest outside Chaoyang City, in a ravine next to the road.

The silent deputy lieutenant Huo Cun was also looking at the buried corpses all over the ground in a complicated mood. Several of them were disguised as passing Shaoguan Feihuang Army messengers. When he led these people out to negotiate, he suddenly took the lead in chopping and killing them with his own hands. However, he felt that this was a letter of fame he had submitted. After this, he never turned around.

But when he thought of the book of military strategy obtained by Ge Congzhou, he felt that this might not be such a bad start.
Chapter completed!