After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1298 The Quiet Crowd

But the black-armored leader gently touched Yang Meng, and he came to his senses:
Once Zhao Guangzhi dies, the conquered territory will become an ownerless land. Whoever reacts first will have a chance!
If Yang Meng can seize the opportunity to take them into his possession, his territory, population and army will expand accordingly.

The more powerful he becomes, the less of a threat the Liu family poses to him.

“Thanks for the tip!”

“God helps those who help themselves.”

"What do you mean?" Yang Meng was confused as to what this meant and asked respectfully.

"The situation in the Golden Plains is about to change. If you hold on for another three to five years, the clouds will surely clear."

"Changes?" Yang Meng asked, "What kind of changes?"

The black-armored leader did not answer, but shook the reins lightly, and the horse began to trot again. Dozens of riders followed closely behind, passing in front of Yang Meng without even turning their heads.

The forest was filled with fog at some point, and this strange cavalry disappeared in the mist in an instant.

The black-armored leader's instructions echoed in Yang Meng's ears:
"Accumulate more blessings and commit fewer sins. Otherwise, I will come to you in advance."

This sinister remark reminded Yang Meng of the other party's methods, and he shuddered subconsciously.

When he returned to the city, his men reported:
When everyone was cleaning up the battlefield, they discovered that there was a relief on the brick wall next to the city gate.

The relief image has bulging eyes, sharp teeth, short horns on the head, and a beard under the jaw.

No one knew what it was. Yang Meng carefully identified it and said uncertainly, "From this appearance, could it be a dragon?"

No one knows how this relief appeared. At least it was not on the wall before the battle last night.

A citizen asked Yang Meng cautiously, "Master Yang, could it be related to those black-armored gods who just left?"

Come to think of it, the mask worn by the black-armored leader is very similar to the relief on this wall.

Yang Meng thought so too.

He reached out and touched the relief on the wall. Could it be that the group of people secretly carved it?

Soon, the citizens of Shizhoutou discovered three more reliefs in the city, also with dragon head patterns.

Everyone was amazed.

The Black Armored Army stayed in the Stone Helmet Head for a limited time, and most of the time they spent it killing enemies. If they had the intention to carve these patterns, they would have used their magical powers, right?
As time went by, the relief of the dragon head became increasingly blurred.

After three days, they were completely gone.

The wall looks the same as it did originally, as if the reliefs had never existed.

……

Liuping.

During this half night, the defenders of Liuping opened the city gate six times because more than 400 of Zhao Guangzhi's defeated soldiers fled back one after another.

The news of Zhao Guangzhi's death also returned with them and spread quickly among the defenders.

General Zhao is dead!
What should I do with these soldiers? Who should I eat from, who should I use, and who should I listen to?

Depression and confusion swept the entire army, and the six hundred men didn't know what to do.

A snake can't do without a head.

Two leaders saw the opportunity and stepped forward to recommend themselves, hoping that everyone would support them and make them the new leaders.

In troubled times, power means everything.

Another leader did not want to get involved and planned to leave with his cronies, but the others blocked their way: there were only 600 defenders in the city, and if he took 200 away, would the rest be able to make any difference?

The three men attacked each other, and the verbal fight soon turned into an armed fight, and then evolved into a group fight and a melee.

When the three parties were fighting fiercely, something happened at the city gate.

In the chaos, someone opened the city gate.

This action was not eye-catching at first, after all, there were Zhao troops returning to the city all night.

Who could have thought that this time, the ones entering the city were not the fleeing army, but dozens of evil-like black-armored cavalrymen!

As soon as they entered the city, they started killing people.

The Zhao army had already experienced a terrifying night at Shizhoutou, and during this trance, the black-armored cavalry actually followed them into Liuping!

The nightmare reappears.

Most of the Zhao army fled in all directions, unwilling to relive the experience of Shizhoutou again; the rest were frightened after two rounds of charges by the black-armored cavalry, and were unable to organize a decent resistance, and fled once again!
The battle before dawn was conducted rather hastily. It took the Black Armored Army less than two quarters of an hour to defeat the enemy army, causing them to flee in panic.

The battle of Liuping also ended.

But this brief calm hides anxiety and restlessness.

Afterwards, He Lingchuan ordered his men to disperse and go to the streets and alleys to gather the crowd.

The battle that lasted just two quarters of an hour made most of the residents of Liuping tremble in fear.

But they were already accustomed to being driven away by the Zhao army. At this moment, they were like obedient sheep or moles driven out of their holes, lowering their heads and looking obedient, and slowly gathered in the open space at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The space behind Liuping City Gate is too small, so we can only choose the entrance to the vegetable market.

However, what appeared here was no longer the vicious Zhao army, but another unfamiliar army.

More mysterious, darker, and seemingly more terrifying than the Zhao army.

No one dared to say a word, only the torches around the open space were blown loudly by the wind.

Wanqi Feng and Dong Rui looked at these villagers, each of them was pale and thin, and huddled. Some looked terrified, while others seemed numb and like zombies.

But the looks they cast towards He Lingchuan and the others did not contain a trace of kindness.

Liuping is right here. Today it is occupied by the Zhao army, but tomorrow it may be occupied by the Li army or the Wang army...

The flags on the city walls change, who is different? The only thing that remains unchanged is that these civilians will still be oppressed, exploited, and eaten!

In this dead silence, the black-armored leader spoke:

"I've got a gift for you!"

Wanqi Feng immediately dragged Zhao Guangzhi off his horse and took off his hood, exposing his face to public.

There were gasps all around.

"Who recognizes him?"

Many people recognized Zhao Guangzhi, but did not dare to respond.

No one knows what these black-armored knights are up to.

At this time, a large pot had been set up on the open space, filled with clean water, and firewood was burning underneath.

The pot is very big, enough to cook a big pot of rice and throw a fat pig in.

Two black-armored cavalrymen tied Zhao Guangzhi to a log.

"He's yours now." He Lingchuan pointed the tip of his gun at Zhao Guangzhi, then at the cauldron, "Who's coming?"

The crowd was as quiet as a chicken.

The villagers stared at them blankly, some with their mouths half open, most of them cowered in confusion, and a few had numb expressions and could only breathe quietly.

Dong Rui couldn't help it: "You don't want revenge?"

hatred?
revenge?

Several villagers tilted their heads, as if pondering the meaning of this sentence.

They looked at the black-armored knight, and the other side looked at them. Wanqi Liang noticed that even though Zhao Guangzhi was tied up like a dumpling, they didn't dare to look at him any more, as if they would be beheaded if they took a glance at him.

He couldn't help but curse softly:
"waste!"

When others bring their enemies to their doorsteps, they don't even dare to think of revenge?

(End of this chapter)