"Sir, brothers can't stand it anymore!"

The hundred-member Qin Yuanyuan ran over with a red face and shouted loudly to Xu Bai. Behind him, countless figures were coming towards the opened gate of the Nanzhen Fushi, and the Nanya Jinyiwei, who had been resisting, were also retreating step by step.

"Go ahead, I'll cut off the rear!"

Without saying a word, Zhao Huchen directly sent Qin Yuanyuan to Xu Bai's side: "Protect the lord and retreat to the prison, hurry up!"

"No!" Xu Bai's face also showed a trace of iron blood: "Let the brothers retreat to the prison. Zhao Qianhu and I were cut off from the rear. Yang Li, follow me!"

At this time, it is not a time to reason, but it has already been discussed in advance. If you really can't resist the attack from outside and are attacked by the enemy, how should each hundred households defend? It has reached this point now, just do as planned!

The prison in the Nanzhen Fushi Department was not only difficult to escape from prisoners who were imprisoned inside. When it was built, it was considered that the possibility of being robbed by armed prisoners was considered. There was only a long corridor for all prisons to enter. After the guards entered the prison, no matter how many people outside wanted to rush in and rob the prisoners, there was only one way to go.

The Beiya Jinyiwei who attacked from the front and back found that their opponents were not as strong as they imagined. They would fall and panic. When they were chopped on their bodies, they would bleed and die. In addition, the opponent's door wall was broken and they were defeated step by step. The morale of these Beiya people was even more shocking. A red eyes, regardless of the people fighting in front of them, was their former brothers. The weapons in their hands were even more like the sword and sword headed towards the other party's death.

Xu Bai saw with his own eyes that a Nanya Jinyiwei tripped to the ground while retreating. Before he could get up, four or five long swords had already been slashed on him.

He was furious and rushed towards the crowd in front. Behind him, Zhao Huchen and Yang Li and others, more than a dozen sword lights followed him, crushing him with a look on his face.

A long sword slashed down from above, and Xu Bai's feet remained unchanged. His body tilted slightly, and the short blade in his hand slashed under the opponent's ribs. Then he didn't even look at the opponent, and passed over the opponent's body.

Zhao Huchen, who was beside him, had similar ways. He pulled the arm of the opponent who left Xu Bai to him from bottom to top. The opponent's long sword flew past them. When it fell, he lost his accuracy and didn't know where to cut it.

When the two of them passed by, the sword slowly knelt down and fell to the ground. Countless feet stepped on him. In the darkness, no one cared about the blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, nor did anyone pay attention to his hand holding the sword being separated from his body. They stepped on his body and met the next opponent with great momentum.

The sudden joining of these dozens of new forces made the Beiya Jinyiwei, who had the upper hand, feel a little caught off guard, especially these people rushing around, like a small battle formation, without any stance of fighting in the darkness. They are more like a beast that has just been released, sweeping across the road, whether they are alone or in groups of three or five, they are swallowed by them. Wherever they go, except for the broken limbs, there is a sea of ​​blood.

It was not until they met the brigade of the Beiya Jinyiwei that they suddenly turned around, as if they had discovered that the other party was better than themselves, and turned around and ran away.

"The one in front is Xu Bai, kill him!"

Someone recognized Xu Bai and shouted madly, but these people came and went faster. Behind them, most of the Nanya Jinyiwei had retreated into the prison. Under Xu Bai's leadership, they killed the distance between forty or fifty steps in front of the prison into an unman's land.

At this moment, Xu Bai took the lead in running back. The Beiya Jinyiwei, who was stunned, waited until they ran for more than a dozen books to Bu Yuan before they could react. When the shouts were heard, these talents woke up like a dream and rushed over one by one.

Unfortunately, for some people, the distance between life and death is the distance between life and death.

When the last person entered the corridor of the prison, the thick gate was closed and several heavy and huge iron door bolts were mounted. Xu Bai and Zhao Huchen each leaned against the cold stone wall. Listening to the crazy sound of smashing the door outside, the two of them giggled foolishly.

"You're not bad!"

“It’s good to be on the way!”

The two of them gasped for a few times and stood up. Xu Bai looked at the dark heads in the corridor: "It should be possible that everyone can come in, you're in!"

The black heads in the corridor were nodding. Perhaps, many of them were somewhat dissatisfied with this slut, who was much younger than him. However, today, the young man himself cut off his back. He was the last one to come in after everyone entered the corridor. These dissatisfied people in their hearts, and at this moment they turned into an extremely strong feeling.

It’s worth dying if you follow such a person!

They are just men holding swords and don’t have that much sentimentality. Even though most people feel this way at this moment, few people seem particularly excited.

Next, the next thing is the most important thing. You can wait until or leave this prison before you talk about anything.

"Everyone is in, then do it!"

Xu Bai put the short blade in his hand into the sheath and put it back in his arms: "Put up all the guys that have never been used before. The guys outside are very anxious, don't let them succeed!"

He walked slowly over, and the crowd slowly separated. When he walked through the corridor, among the crowd, officials began to issue orders. The warehouses and cells in the prison that had been almost covered with dust for many years were opened, and bags of bricks and muds were moved out, and then passed out one by one, and placed behind the thick door.

As the thickness of these bricks and stones became thicker, the knocking sounds outside the corridor gate became weaker and weaker. In the end, the sounds of crazy impact on the door were almost inaudible.

At this time, the bricks and soil behind the corridor gate had accumulated four or five feet thick, and the long corridor had almost been densely blocked by these bricks and soils.

"This is really a prison for drawing a yard!"

Yang Li stood beside Xu Bai, watching the corridor in front of him being blocked bit by bit: "Now, they can't get in, we can't get out!"

He looked around and wondered why so many people were here, so why didn't they feel stuffy at all. He suddenly felt a little excited. Not being stuffy means that there are ventilation vents in the prison, and there are quite a few.

He felt nervous: "Sir, people outside will not find the vent to set fire and smoke, then we will be ruined."

When he was anxious, he even came out of Shandong dialect.
Chapter completed!