Actually, after the Kong Clan captured Wang Yun, they made a very obvious mistake. They locked up more than 200 of Wang Yun's subordinates in the same prison.
According to the rules, these people had to be detained in isolation because they were the elites of the military. After they were transferred to Wang Yun's subordinates, they had carried out too many missions with him. On one hand, they were very united, and on the other hand, they were very strong in combat.
When Wang Yun was in the secret prison, he was not too worried that these 200-odd subordinates of his would not have enough to eat or wear. After these people were sent to the normal prison, they immediately became the most domineering force in Stronghold 31's prison.
In the past, the so-called leaders of the prison guards could only be regarded as little brothers in front of them.
In the past, the so-called prison bullies were all murderers. These people also knew they could not do whatever they wanted after getting out of prison. Furthermore, their methods were so vicious that the other prisoners were afraid of them.
But these people had only killed one or two people at most. If they killed more than three people, they would be considered homicidal maniacs. As for Wang Yun's subordinates …
These subordinates had killed more than five people on average.
Therefore, when these 200 subordinates of theirs entered Stronghold 31 and realized they had nothing to do, they decided to unify the prisoners in Stronghold 31 out of boredom.
During this period, the prison guards felt extremely relaxed. The prisoners under them did not fight anymore and were like a united rope.
After all, this prison had never been unified by anyone before.
These were more than 200 professional soldiers. They even assigned the prisoners to platoons, while they themselves served as platoon leaders to administer the entire prison like a military.
When the warden found out about this, he was worried. A few days ago, he had submitted an application for the transfer of these 200-odd people. However, he did not know if the documents had been submitted to his boss, Kong Erdong. In any case, there was no further response.
Now, these 200-odd subordinates were getting restless when they heard the gunshots in the stronghold.
When they realized the prison had been breached and heard the familiar sound of air cannons, they immediately perked up. In just a short minute, they immediately organized all the prisoners to launch a riot against the prison guards.
Some went to pull the electric switch, some went to break a table leg to use as a weapon, and some laid in wait for the prison guards to come in and suppress the riot.
As soon as the prison guards entered the prison area, they were immediately surrounded by prisoners. The prison guards discovered that the people in front of them were no longer the motley crew they used to be. They were simply a group of well-trained soldiers.
In fact, the prisoners were not that powerful. The main reason was that the prison guards were not good at fighting and could not be compared to professional soldiers.
At this moment, Wang Yun's trusted aide, Zhang Yan He, was overseeing the rear, giving out orders one after another, while his brothers continuously led their troops to attack the remaining areas.
Zhang Yan He said excitedly, "Brothers, I can already hear the officer's Air Cannon. He must have come to save us. Everyone, let's work harder and kill these prison guards first. If there's a grudge, we'll take revenge!"
Ren Xiaosu listened to the shouts of the prisoners in the prison from afar. He had thought it would take some more effort to break into this prison, but he did not expect he would not even need to do it himself.
Wang Yun and Ji Zi 'ang entered the prison through a gap. The already precarious situation in the prison immediately worsened. How could normal prison guards withstand the combined attacks of two supernatural beings?
When Zhang Yan He and the others inside saw Wang Yun, they were overjoyed. They immediately ran over to Wang Yun and asked, "Sir, how did you get out of the secret prison?"
Wang Yun looked at his brothers and said with a smile, "It's a long story. Are all of our men here?"
"They're all here!" Zhang Yan He said, "289 of us were supposed to be here! Sir, what should we do now? Where are we going?! "
"The Northwest," Wang Yun said.
For some reason, when Wang Yun mentioned the Northwest again, he suddenly felt like he had found his home. It was as though he should go there, as though what Big Bluff said about the Northwest in his life was true.
"The Northwest?" Zhang Yan He and the others looked at one another.
Wang Yun explained, "It's all thanks to the Northwest that I and all of you were able to escape this time. Let's go and meet Young Marshal."
With that, Wang Yun and Ji Zi 'ang led more than 200 people out of the prison. At this moment, a prison guard who was hiding in the shadows raised his gun and was about to shoot when he saw them escaping.
Zhang Yan He was the first to notice the prison guard. When he saw him aiming his gun at Wang Yun, he immediately pushed Wang Yun away in an attempt to block the bullet for his superior.
But before he could push Wang Yun away, Zhang Yan He saw blood blossoming from the prison guard's chest. He was stunned for a moment. "A sniper? Where did the sniper come from? "
Wang Yun still had a lingering fear in his heart. He had gotten a little carried away from their reunion just now. Fortunately, Yang Xiaojin had intervened. Otherwise, the joyous occasion of their reunion would have turned into a funeral.
Zhang Yan He asked, "Sir, where did you find the sniper?"
Wang Yun said to Zhang Yan He and the others, "I didn't find him. It was Young Marshal's wife. The two of them were the ones who rescued me from the secret prison. The chaos in Stronghold 31 is also related to them. "
"Just the two of them?" Zhang Yan He and the others were stunned. "Sir, do you mean it's just the two of them?"
They had already walked up to Ren Xiaosu. After Yang Xiaojin confirmed that it was safe, she stood up from the lawn and put away her sniper rifle.
Wang Yun said, "Thank you, Young Marshal, for saving my life!"
The 200-odd subordinates immediately bowed in unison. "Thank you, Young Marshal!"
Ren Xiaosu beamed with joy. The typewriter in the palace was so busy that it could not stop typing. It seemed like every word of gratitude was sincere from the bottom of their hearts!
He walked up and shook hands with everyone warmly. "You're all good comrades. The Northwest welcomes all of you!"
When Yang Xiaojin saw this, she suddenly felt that Ren Xiaosu had transformed into a veteran cadre. Wang Yun turned to Yang Xiaojin and said, "Come, let's thank Madam Young Marshal too!"
Yang Xiaojin waved it off. "Let's thank Ren Xiaosu instead."
Although Yang Xiaojin did not know why Ren Xiaosu liked to get others to say thank you, it was definitely useful to Ren Xiaosu. Zhang Yan He took the lead and bowed to Ren Xiaosu again to thank him. Ren Xiaosu was grinning from ear to ear.
Tonight's harvest of gratitude tokens had broken through 5,400!
They were not far from unlocking the third weapon with 10,000 gratitude tokens!
When Big Bluff saw that it was about time, he asked, "Young Marshal, how are we going to leave this place?"
Ren Xiaosu was stumped by this question. He had originally planned to use the steam locomotive to send Wang Yun and the others out of the stronghold. But now that the steam locomotive, "Old Xu," and the Shadow Door were all sealed, and according to Ji Zi 'ang, it would take half a month before they could be unsealed. As such, he could not send these people off.
As such, Big Bluff, Wang Yun, and the others immediately decided to return to the prison to grab a bus. There were buses used to transport prisoners there, and five of them were enough to carry more than 200 people. Once they got out of the stronghold, Big Bluff would arrange for someone to pick them up.
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