With a quick knife, Luo Dacheng rushed out of the house in a pool of blood all over the ground and searched for the remaining Liao soldiers. After he had killed all the Liao soldiers and could no longer find a living enemy, he breathed a sigh of relief and pondered in his heart.

There were obviously more Liao soldiers in this house than elsewhere, with more than twenty people, among which there seemed to be a low-level officer who was killed by himself before he had time to get up.

The Liao soldier sitting in front of the hall and behind the table was also the only guard post he saw in the house where these Liao soldiers lived. And he was sitting behind the table watching...

Luo Dacheng's eyes looked towards the courtyard and suddenly saw a place, which made his body shake violently.

That place was obviously the entrance to the cellar. And the Liao soldiers were responsible for guarding the cellar at night.

Luo Dacheng lit the torch as quickly as possible, jumped into the rain, squatted in the courtyard, and pulled open the cover on the cellar with force.

The raindrops hit the torch and made a hissing sound. However, because the rain had become much smaller, the torch could still burn in the fire and emit a blazing light.

Half kneeled at the entrance of the cellar, Luo Dacheng listened with his ears. When he heard the moans and crying in it, he jumped in without hesitation.

In the cellar, there was a darkness. A torch was lit and the long-lost light sprinkled in the dark cellar.

With the fire, you can see that the space inside the cellar is very large, and there are two people tied up at both ends of the cellar.

Luo Dacheng squatted down and used his trembling hands to push away the scattered hair on the face of the torn boy at his feet, and saw the familiar and honest face of the Chao.

At this time, his dark face was full of excitement. Luo Dacheng reached out and pulled off the rag blocked in his mouth. Wang Chao gasped for a moment and couldn't wait to scream:

"Boss, I know you will come to save us!"

The trust in the words made Luo Dacheng's body shake slightly, and he didn't say much, and immediately raised the steel knife and slashed at him.

With a few hissing sounds, the thick hemp rope fell to the ground. The Dynasty, who had broken free from the bondage, stood up, shook his arms hard, and let out a long breath, saying, "It's finally solved! These Liao dogs are almost suffocating me to death!"

"How is your injury?" Luo Dacheng saw that his movements were a little inflexible, so he asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little chest tightness, it's almost gone!" Wang Chao waved his arm hard, his face slightly pale.

Luo Dacheng knew in his heart that the internal injuries caused by Xiao Dalie's gun were not healed so quickly, but seeing his appearance, it was probably nothing serious. He was concerned about Di Liniang, and without saying much, he stood up and walked towards the other end of the cellar.

He held the torch and walked quickly forward, but his heart was beating and his face was slightly distorted due to concern.

The petite figure sitting at the end of the cellar raised his head and looked at him silently, with his bright big eyes shining in the darkness.

With the light of the torch, Luo Dacheng clearly saw the familiar face, and a buzzing sound in his mind, almost fainted from joy.

Resisting the dizziness in his mind, Luo Dacheng staggered down, half-kneeled beside Di Liniang, inserted the torch to the ground, spread his arms, and hugged her tender body in his arms!
Chapter completed!