Chapter 1316: Who exactly are you

Don't make noise, don't make noise, don't attract the monster's attention!

There was another retreating soldier hiding in the corner, covering a child's mouth.

For as long as it was quiet outside, the hearts of the three hung in suspense.

Soon, the sound of hoofbeats rang out outside the wall again, *clatter, clatter*, as if they had moved forward.

The three breathed a slight sigh of relief; Heaven bless them!

But before the thought could finish, they heard a *thud*, and a spear pierced through the wall, first punching through the two-inch-thick wall, then precisely stabbing into a soldier's temple! Left in, right out, boring straight through!

The man didn't even make a sound; his eyes were still wide open, but his body twitched a few times.

His hand loosened, and the hijacked woman, witnessing a killing at such close range for the first time, couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs.

But the spearhead was immediately pulled out, and the dead man fell, half-spinning, the red and white matter spraying out just enough to splash all over her head and face.

The other soldier, seeing his companion killed, let out a scream and scrambled over the wall to run.

He even knew to flee in the opposite direction of the horse.

But just as he jumped onto the wall, a cold light flashed behind him, and his head fell off.

The third soldier saw this scene and was so terrified that his whole body went stiff, unable to take a step.

Then, the killing god, covered in raging flames, braced his hand against the wall and jumped in.

This was the monster that had come out of purgatory!

The soldier wanted to grab the child to threaten him to back off, but he was too scared, his hands shaking like chaff.

The black-armored leader took another step forward, and the soldier suddenly let out a scream that didn't sound human, his whole body trembling—

And he collapsed.

"Ugh." The mirror clicked its tongue twice. "Scared to death by you, alive!"

Died of sheer terror.

It had experienced countless battles, big and small, but it had only heard of this way of dying; it never expected to see it with its own eyes one day.

It affirmed, "Most likely because of your Terror Array."

He Lingchuan also smelled a foul stench:

The man had lost control of his bowels from fear before he died.

He didn't want to stay long, so he reached out, scooped the child from beside the soldier, stuffed him into the woman's arms, and then went out to mount his horse and galloped away.

Tonight was a night of slaughter; the streets and alleys of Shizhou Tou were filled with the scent of blood, every household's doors were tightly shut, and everyone was cowering.

This kind of slaughter, this kind of bloodiness, had only happened in Liuping a month ago.

But this time, it was repeated in a different place, and the targets of the hunt were no longer the villagers of Liuping, but the army of Zhao Guangzhi, who had wielded the butcher's knife back then!

Those who kill will always be killed.

I don't know how much time passed before the chaos outside slowly subsided.

Looking at the East City Gate, after all, hundreds of retreating soldiers had managed to rush out, hating their parents for giving them two fewer legs.

Yang Meng led his men in pursuit for several miles before returning; as soon as he entered the city, he was shocked by the scene of carnage before him: corpses of retreating soldiers were scattered everywhere in the streets and alleys.

The low-lying ground was filled with blood; the air was filled with a thick, nauseating stench of blood.

Black-armored knights rode back and forth, patrolling; if they found hidden soldiers, they would drag them out and execute them on the spot; if those on the ground weren't quite dead, they would finish them off.

Doors, windows, and walls were splattered with blood; it was hard to imagine how much effort it would take to wipe it all off.

Was this the achievement of a few dozen people and one giant elephant?

Although Yang Meng knew that the Zhao army deserved to die for eating people, the ruthlessness of these black-armored cavalry still made his back feel cold.

If they were like this to the Zhao army, what about to Shizhou Tou? Yang Meng gripped his sword tightly, but felt his hands slipping. The cloth strip on the hilt was soaked through, whether with blood or sweat, sticky and pulpy.

At this moment, the black-armored leader also appeared at the end of the long street, walking slowly toward the garrison.

Cavalry emerged from the dark alleys one after another, gathering behind him like ghosts.

The closer they walked, the more oppressive they felt.

The garrison behind Yang Meng couldn't help but retreat two steps.

They had fought several battles tonight, none of which lasted long, but the process was thrilling, and they had run back and forth for several miles; everyone was covered in blood and panting, and the eyes with which they looked at He Lingchuan and the black-armored cavalry were filled with disbelief.

Within ten hours, this black-armored leader had helped them three times!

Gifting five hundred jin of grain, like charcoal in the snow—once.

Scheming to cause a sudden malaria outbreak in City Governor Liu's army—twice.

Defeating the cannibal king Zhao Guangzhi—three times.

If it weren't for a god descending, Shizhou Tou would have already fallen.

"You..." Yang Meng looked up at him. "Who exactly are you?"

The other side had won against superior numbers, and it was an easy, complete victory; at this moment, in everyone's eyes, he was majestic, mysterious, but not to be trifled with.

Although he felt shocked, he still had some vigilance in his heart.

In this world, where is there kindness without reason? The other side had helped repeatedly; what exactly did they want? The target was also Shizhou Tou, right? Now that the battle was over and Zhao Guangzhi had been captured, what would this group of black-armored men do to him, to the garrison, and to the commoners of Shizhou Tou? But the person in front of him was several times stronger than City Governor Liu and Zhao Guangzhi combined; the thought of resistance in Yang Meng's heart was accompanied by a deep sense of powerlessness.

Having led the old and young of the whole city to grit their teeth and hold on for more than half a month, he was also very tired.

Should he submit? These people were even more brutal than the Zhao army, but they probably wouldn't eat people, right?

While he was lost in thought, the black-armored leader raised his spear.

As the spearhead moved, the garrison retreated two steps with a *clatter*.

Whoever the spearhead pointed to just now had to die!

However, the spearhead wasn't pointed at them, but toward the east.

Everyone looked in the direction of the spearhead and happened to see several black-armored soldiers galloping from the mountain forest.

Dragging a person behind the horse, tied up tightly, stumbling along.

Although this person was covered in dust and looked disheveled, Yang Meng and his men wouldn't recognize him wrong: "City Governor Liu!"

Learning that the Zhao army had been driven away, many bold commoners walked out of the streets, peeking around, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe as they looked at the black-armored cavalry; seeing City Governor Liu being dragged over now, they all rubbed their eyes hard to make sure they weren't seeing things.

The City Governor Liu, who was usually high and mighty and bossy, had such a day too?

The black-armored leader finally spoke: "He belongs to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Meng's heart relaxed; at least it was confirmed that the black-armored army didn't intend to take action against them, and wouldn't raise their butcher's knife like they did to City Governor Liu and Zhao Guangzhi.

City Governor Liu's face was ashen.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't utter half a word.

It's over, it's over.

"How is he..." City Governor Liu stared blankly without making a sound; Yang Meng felt something was wrong, and upon closer inspection, he noticed the wound on the prisoner's neck.

This blade was cut so meticulously.

He waved his hand, and several garrison soldiers stepped forward, dragging City Governor Liu away like a chick. Yang Meng cupped his hands to the black-armored leader in front of him: "This..."

He Lingchuan didn't answer.

Yang Meng had to say: "... how should I address you?"

The other side ignored him, but the wolf-head mask on the side added: "We also captured fifty or sixty of City Governor Liu's subordinates; they will be sent over in a while."

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