Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Wang Yan led five of his subordinates and quickly left the gathering area of ​​power and nobles, without encountering any recourse along the way.

They specifically looked for a narrow path to walk. After leaving the area, Wang Yan raised his hand and everyone squatted on the edge of a garbage dump to rest.

The **** dump stinks, Xiao Guwei whispered: "My lord, there is still no movement in the city."

The night sky was fascinating, but Wang Yan had no time to watch. He stared at the front and said: "Two conflicting loyal ministers were killed one after another. Think about the fight in the court, it must be a dog biting a dog."

"My lord, is it like Daming's court?"

Chen Deng is analyzing the situation.

"Yes, but there is definitely no Yin of Da Ming's loyal officials, so it will be fierce, but the time will not be long. This official just wants this time, go!"

A group of people left this block, and then there was a deserted open space with many abandoned houses around.

During this period of time, demolition and relocation have started here, preparing to build houses and sell them to merchants as shops.

This is probably the prototype of a commercial cluster, but it is said that businessmen are very interested.

Because there were a lot of homeless people living here, the roof was removed later, and seeing a house without a roof erected here, the first impression is that of a haunted house.

Wang Yan led his subordinates into this chaotic house, and after this, it was the slum where they lived.

The doors of those abandoned houses were gone, and the original doors were black holes, like a demon with a big mouth open.

Chen Deng was in the forefront, while Wang Yanzai and Xiao Guwei were slightly behind.

"Tomorrow I will let Chen Deng go out of the city first. You have to keep an eye on our people in the city. Remember the Dongchang lesson and don't act impulsively."

Xiao Guwei couldn't help but said, "My lord, or I will go."

"You're too free. This time it's a big deal. You're still in the city, so the officer can stare at you."

At this time, Chen Deng in front of them suddenly stopped, and Wang Yan and Xiao Guwei spread out to the left and right, slowly passing by.

"what's the situation?"

Chen Deng stared at the row of abandoned stone houses on the left front, and whispered: "I heard the cough just now, it seems to be held back."

Wang Yan waved his hand, and the three sergeants had already touched it from the left.

"We will pass as usual."

When Chen Deng heard the words, he untied his belt and peeed.

Wang Yan's admiration followed, and Xiao Guwei realized that Chen Deng was indeed more stable than himself, but his chances were not bad.

The three of them stopped peeing on the spot, and the sound was harsh in the silent night, just covering the sound of the three sergeants sneaking.

"Who would it be?"

Xiao Guwei didn't have much urine, it was the first to end.

Wang Yan had a lot of urine, and he was still urinating. He whispered: "Don't worry, remember, if it is an army, then give up the action. Chen Deng, can you explain it clearly over there?"

Chen Deng finished urinating, and said, "If you see no one within ten days, evacuate immediately."

Wang Yan shook comfortably a few times, then tightened his belt and moved on.

The three of them walked over slowly, and Chen Deng, who was usually serious, was humming an unknown tune, and looked a little turbulent.

As if they had just returned from a visit to the brothel, the three approached the row of houses.

The room has no roof, and the sky is shrouded in the sky, and it is full of shadows, as if someone is shaking their body there.

The three sergeants had already touched them from the side. They hid their short knives behind them, avoiding reflections, and walking lightly.

These sergeants had all been trained by Xin Laoqi and others. Those special combat techniques were already very proficient, but actual combat was missing.

Coming here is actual combat, and it's actual combat under the nose of the enemy.

The moonlight was bleak and submerged in the vast starlight.

Wang Yan's gaze seemed to be straight ahead, but Yu Guang had been looking at the row of houses on the left.

The three sergeants gradually approached the left side, and the three of Wang Yan quickly walked to the opposite side of the house.

Chen Deng suddenly felt that the surrounding sounds had disappeared, and his ears were empty.

His eyes are also exceptionally sharp. The stars on the sky cast on the room, reflecting everything, and also reflecting shadows.

Wang Yan's voice came from behind in a low and hurried voice: "We are only six people. If it is an army, we can surround it now. They are not an army!"

Chen Deng figured it out instantly and shouted: "Get out!"

He used the words that the Tatars are used to, and as soon as the shout was uttered, someone in the row of houses on the left yelled, and then people rushed out.

Chen Deng had already stared at these people, and when they all rushed out, under the stars, the Tatar leader of the small force in the morning was among them, smiling triumphantly.

"kill!"

The Tatar leader yelled. He didn't want to shout loudly, even if no one would care about the fighting here.

Since it was demolished, it has become a three-regardless zone, and there have been many armed fights. The garrison in the city has been actively arrested from the beginning to now indifferent, a vivid demonstration of the fact that Samarkand has a lot of work to do to settle down.

Of course Wang Yan knew this too, so he shouted without scruples: "Kill them all, and don't keep alive!"

Chen Deng rushed up first.

This is a small force of more than 20 people. They live by extortion in the slums. Today, Wang Yan and the others have been smashed. Their job will be unreliable in the future, so they missed the night to ambush and wanted to kill them in one fell swoop. Wang Yan and others, then re-established their prestige.

More than 20 people killed six people, not only it was a waste.

So the Tatar chief was commanding very proudly.

The three Ming troops had already rushed out, the short knives shone, and they collided with more than a dozen people.

There was no shouting, and after avoiding the wooden stick, a short knife struck the opponent's neck, and blood sprayed into the sky.

Under the starlight, the red blood was reflected slightly greenish.

Chen Deng's body was only slightly to one side, and he avoided a knife~www.wuxiaspot.com~, then waved his right hand, and the person continued to rush forward.

Xiao Guwei was besieged by two long knives at the same time. He avoided one and then blocked the other with a short knife.

After the clang, Xiao Guwei punched his left opponent with a punch with his left hand.

Hearing only a hiccup, the man's Adam's apple sank deeply, then he covered his throat and stumbled backwards.

The other person's long knife was blocked, and as soon as he wanted to close the knife and relaunch his attack, Xiao Guwei rushed towards him.

The man didn't have time to react, so he slapped his punches indiscriminately.

Xiao Guwei tilted his head slightly, then crashed into the man's arms, and lifted his right knee vigorously.

In the silent smash, that person suffered the most tormenting pain of his life, even more torment than living.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Xiao Guwei cut his throat with a knife.

The breath that had just accumulated in the chest burst out suddenly, scouring through the **** throat, rushing the blood into a waterfall.

All this was just a few breaths of time, and Xiao Guwei killed the two of them in the light and flint.

But Wang Yan was faster, his figure dodges in the chaotic sword, the short knife in his hand is like the butcher knife in Pa Ding's hand, accurately wiping away from the opponent's vitals.

Do not use thorns at this time, it will delay time, and may bite the short knife.

An enemy watched the murderous Wang Yan rushing towards him. In a panic, he forgot to resist, only to open his mouth and yell.

Wang Yan frowned slightly and stared at the Tatar leader, the short knife in his hand was inserted into the shouting man's mouth, and the tip of the knife penetrated the back of the neck.

In the heart of the Tatar leader, Wang Yan and others are a group of down-and-out tramps, saying that the horse thieves always look at them high.

So he was deliberately standing up tonight, he didn't even bring a knife.

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