Jiang Pengji had mentioned before that most of the people in this era had night blindness. Most of the Tsing Yi Army were blind in the dark without torches. In the eyes of the troops, a group of blind people were just moving human targets.
"Where did they go?"
"Have you found them?"
"No! Have the thieves escaped? "
"Go over there and look for them."
"Where are the thieves? Report back as soon as you have any news. "
The Tsing Yi Army rushed over and held up their torches, illuminating the area as if it was daytime. However, apart from hundreds of corpses, there was no trace of the enemy. The Tsing Yi Army was in a panic. While they were angry, they had an uncontrollable fear of the elusive enemy.
Meng Hun smiled when he saw the Tsing Yi Army rushing over in batches. He ordered them to continue the ambush, load the crossbows, and take aim.
Buzz, buzz, buzz —
In the darkness, the deadly arrows roared out.
This time, they did not aim at the torches, but at the heads of the Tsing Yi Army.
Poof —
The dead did not even have time to scream. A deathly chill spread from the soles of their feet to their whole bodies, and they fell limp to the ground.
"They are here."
Someone noticed the movement and was about to shout a warning, but he did not want to follow in the footsteps of his companions.
The range of the improved crossbows gave the troops a great advantage in long-range attacks. The sky was even darker that night. The moon was shrouded in thick dark clouds. They were lying in ambush in the dark, and they were so far away. The Tsing Yi Army could not touch them at all.
It could be said that the troops had the upper hand.
After a few ambushes, the corpses lying in the alleys had piled up. The blood that flowed out converged into a "stream", flowing along the cracks of the stone slabs. The night wind blew, bringing with it a strong smell of rust. It told of the tragic battle that had happened here.
The Tsing Yi Army kept rushing over, and they kept dying. The number of the dead kept increasing.
Under such a strong threat of death, many people were on the verge of a mental breakdown and lost their cool.
They used to be honest people with hoes, but now they were instigated to pick up choppers and shoulder poles. They became violent mobs. However, their happy life had not lasted for a few days. The soul-reaping envoys came and took away their people one by one.
Soon, it would be their turn!
Seeing that the arrows in his quiver had been exhausted, Meng Hun spat out a mouthful of saliva and pulled out the broadsword from his waist.
With a ferocious look in his eyes, he jumped down from the eaves with his saber in hand. "Go!"
"Ahhh —"
A blood-curdling scream was heard. A member of the Tsing Yi Army's head was split into two halves from top to bottom. His brain juice and blood splattered everywhere.
Meng Hun unsheathed his sword and slashed at another member of the Tsing Yi Army without stopping. Behind him, more troops rushed forward.
For a time, the alley was in a chaotic battle, and shrill cries resounded without stopping.
Directly drawing a sword to fight was not as fast as long-range shooting, but it was undoubtedly more tragic.
The troops knew how to cooperate in battle, while the Tsing Yi Army was like headless flies, they did not even have any defensive equipment.
Even though the Tsing Yi Army outnumbered the troops, the battle situation was still one-sided.
How could the people nearby sleep soundly when they heard the murderous cries outside?
After the earthquake, the already impoverished Xiangyang district was in a state of desolation. Many people died in the earthquake, the people did not have enough food to eat, but the district headquarters did not do anything. Until Xiangyang district was conquered, the Tsing Yi Army committed numerous crimes, the people of Xiangyang district were already jittery and panicked.
Every household shut their doors tightly, regardless of whether it was day or night, they refused to step out of their doors.
Now that the Tsing Yi Army was in a chaotic battle with an unknown force, many people could only shiver in fear and hide in their homes, blocking the doors tightly.
After a quarter of an hour, the murderous cries gradually subsided, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
At this moment, excited shouts spread throughout the streets and alleys.
"The enemy bandits have been beheaded, those who surrender will not be killed!"
"The enemy bandits have been beheaded, those who surrender will not be killed!"
"The enemy bandits have been beheaded, those who surrender will not be killed!"
The high-pitched voices were like a relay, passing through the mouths of the troops and spreading throughout the entire Xiangyang district.
Meng Hun, who was already in a killing frenzy, heard this, and pulled out his sword from the heart of a corpse.
Not only him, but most of the troops had already lost track of time.
This exciting news reached their ears and pulled them back to their senses.
After calming down, many of them realized that their arms were already sore and powerless, their muscles were swollen, causing their skin to ache.
Some of the troops panted heavily, feeling carefree as if they had escaped death.
Some of them even sat on the ground in exhaustion, not caring how much blood there was on the ground.
Most of them were injured and wounded, but compared to death, these minor injuries were nothing.
At this moment, there were only a few members of the Tsing Yi Army who were still standing. Most of them were either dead or seriously injured, struggling at death's door. As for those who were still on their way, upon hearing that General Jiu had been beheaded, they were at a loss at first, then they threw down their weapons and ran away.
Of course, there were still more than a thousand people who were captured in the end. These people were the "spoils of war"!
Meng Hun composed himself and said to the troops beside him, "Clean up the battlefield, bandage the injured brothers' wounds. As for the brothers who died in battle … remember to collect their corpses, so that they can be buried in peace in the future. "
These troops were not only Jiang Pengji's private troops, but also the "children" that Meng Hun had raised.
He had spent years of painstaking effort on the troops. Losing one person made him feel as if a knife was twisting his heart.
But as a general, he understood that it was an honor to be born a general and die on the battlefield.
Meng Hun waved his sword expressionlessly, flung the blood on the blade to the ground, then sheathed it.
He needed to meet up with Langjun as soon as possible to stabilize the situation, lest the remnants of the Tsing Yi Army counterattack.
At this moment, more than 50 troops led by Jiang Pengji had already occupied the district headquarters, guarding the entrance and all the important crossings.
When everyone saw Meng Hun and his men coming, they all saluted.
Meng Hun asked, "Is Langjun alright?"
The two guards said with admiration, "Langjun is fine, he is waiting for you in the hall."
Meng Hun nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped into the gate.
The district headquarters was still as bright as day, the candles had not burned out, and the cold, bloodied corpses were still lying on the ground, no one collecting them.
He did not look at them, directly walked over the broken bodies, and went straight ahead.
Jiang Pengji sat in the seat of honor, General Jiu's head was placed on one side, his eyes were still open, and he died with a grievance.
The room was full of blood, with the luxurious decorations, and the unfinished food and wine on the dining table, which seemed out of place.
The audience in the streaming room kept wanting to talk to Jiang Pengji, and the bullet screen was flooded, but she was still indifferent.
Since the situation in the district headquarters was stabilized, she sat in the seat of honor, as if she was waiting for someone.
Meng Hun strode to Jiang Pengji and suddenly knelt down in front of her, his voice like thunder.
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