The devil is coming

Chapter 145 Dirtier
Mrs. Da Xi was indeed captured alive. Blind Bei was a very refined egoist. This was reflected in Zheng Fan's discovery when they had lunch together at the Hutou City Inn. Pound the bone marrow and slowly inhale it into your mouth,
The eyes of both parties met slightly at that time,
They both seemed to blush for a brief tenth of a second,
But from that moment on,
Zheng Fan was sure that he and the blind man were of the same type.
Of course, one would not generally say that a father looks like a son. It should be said that the blind man is the same type of person as himself.
As long as conditions permit, the blind man will definitely capture her alive. It can be seen from the very beginning when they attacked Mrs. Daxi. The first target of the blind man's attack was actually Mrs. Daxi's horse.
Zheng Fan didn't have the nerve to ask, is the horse more stupid and easier to control mentally?
In short, when Zheng Fan and Liang Cheng came over, Mrs. Daxi had already been tied to the ground. Siniang tied her with needles and thread, which was stronger than chains.
If you want to break free, you have to break the muscles and veins yourself. This is an extremely terrible torture. Even if a mentally tough person breaks free by force, the person will be disabled, and there is no need to worry about whether you will run away.
Behind Mrs. Daxi, there were more than 200 soldiers who finally laid down their weapons and were captured alive.
The worldview of the local soldiers is very simple. First of all, they are not afraid of fighting, especially the fierceness of fighting, which is not available to normal ordinary people in other countries.
But as long as you can prove that you are braver than them, more ferocious than them, and your bite is more painful, their collapse and surrender will be so simple.
Previously, when the native soldiers dispersed, Cuiliu Fort's cavalry had already killed them. If Blind Bei hadn't ordered to leave some alive after capturing Mrs. Daxi, those two hundred native soldiers might have been killed long ago.
However, everyone did not reject this order very much, nor did they understand it. The barbarian soldiers were a bit confused. After being brainwashed by the blind man, they only knew how to follow orders, but the noble soldiers were able to think.Everyone knows one thing very well, these living soldiers will sooner or later be turned into bloody heads tied around everyone's waist or hung on the saddle.
After all, everyone sneaked in through the border of Qian Country this time. How could they capture prisoners and take them back?
There are horses, but even if these soldiers don't run away and want to follow you to Yan State as prisoners, the question is... can they ride horses?
After setting up some sentry riders and going out, the others began to help treat the wounds under Liang Cheng's order.
A Ming pulled out the arrows from his body. To be honest, maybe it was because he had been shot by the Lord every day for a month before, so he got used to shooting. Sometimes he even wanted to please the Lord, even though the Lord's arrows were foretelling. If he made a mistake, he would have to deliberately lean in and take the arrow.
This also led to the fact that A Ming was quite skillful when he was blocking arrows for his companions in the city.
Anyway, he is a vampire. He will not die even if he shoots a few arrows. As long as his head is fine, it will not be a big problem. Of course, the injuries on his body will still affect the performance of his strength and will also affect his continued use of this body. caused considerable impact.
However, these were not things that needed to be considered in the emergency situation in the city before. Siniang's needlework began to shuttle quickly, sewing up several holes in A Ming's body.
"Is there any kind of thread that can dissolve by itself?" A Ming said with some dissatisfaction.
His wounds heal faster than ordinary people, which means that the thread can easily get into the flesh, and he will have to dig out the thread again.
Even though I am a vampire, I don’t have the same hobbies as “Hello everyone, I am a vampire and I like to poke myself”.
"You can try to use something like the large intestine to make some threads, but the problem is that it might not be that strong."
"Forget it, when I didn't ask."
A Ming surrendered.
Siniang walked up to Fan Li, who was sitting on the ground. Liang Cheng stood behind Fan Li, reached out and grabbed the arrows, and pulled them out one by one.
He checked briefly and confirmed that there was no quenching poison or gold juice on the arrowhead, and then signaled Siniang to start sewing.
"I never thought that I would be able to be a surgeon in this life."
Siniang smiled as she used her fingers to manipulate the needle and thread to suture Fan Li's wound.
Fan Li just nodded stupidly.
"I never thought I would be able to lead troops in this life." Liang Cheng said.
"We're still not strong enough. If we hadn't left the city early just now, wouldn't we have to confess to being inside?"
"The world is like this. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. If you can't do it with just one, the kitchen knives all over the sky can kill someone."
A Ming took a water bag and joked while drinking.
After taking a sip of water, he immediately wiped away the redness on his lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue.
So many people have died, and the bones are still warm, not cold. If you don't drink, it's useless.
The blood here can be drunk without any psychological pressure.
"It's also good. Maybe practitioners like Qi Refiners or Taoist priests can live longer. As for warriors, they only have the life span of ordinary people. When they get old, their Qi and blood will still wither and they will still die of old age. Died of illness." Liang Cheng said.
"What's so good about this?" Siniang said.
"What I mean is that the force value of this world is not that exaggerated, it is considered high martial arts, but after all, it is different from the world of cultivation.
Think about it, if everything you look up at is monks flying with swords, and the world is just a breeding ground for monks, then this world will be much boring.
If that were to happen, we would have no choice but to find a place to practice in seclusion with our Lord, otherwise we would not dare to come out. "
"A Cheng, you talk a bit too much today." Siniang smiled.
Liang Cheng pointed at A Ming and said:
"He can live a long time, and I have already lived a long time."
"I agree with what A Cheng said." A Ming took another sip of "water."
Liang Cheng glanced at A Ming, pointed at A Ming's wound, and said:
"It's not a big problem, is it?"
"It affects speed and movement, but it's okay."
"The general in the city is a capable man. He couldn't fight back just now." Liang Cheng said.
"Well, let's see how busy the blind man is." A Ming raised his chin towards the blind man.
The blind man Beizheng was squatting next to Mrs. Daxi, and opposite him, Zheng Fan was squatting.
Mrs. Daxi is not very good-looking, and she should not be very old, but after all, no fourth mother knows how to take care of herself, nor does she have the temperament of a fourth mother.
Maybe it was the wind in the mountains that was so strong that the edges and corners of Mrs. Daxi's face were blown very clearly, giving people the impression of being very tough and not easy to mess with.
Blind Bei knew that this was not the taste his master liked.
My master is not the kind of person who is worse than a beast. In fact, he is even a little worse than a beast.
Mrs. Daxi stared at Zheng Fan and the blind man squatting beside her. She said nothing. In fact, her mind was still stuck on the previous defeat, and she didn't know what to say now.
However, Zheng Fan didn't intend to let her speak, because her mouth could be borrowed.
"Blind man, are you sure?"
"My subordinates may be overdrawn."
It is not a big problem to influence a person's mind. It is not difficult for today's blind people to traumatize their spirit. It is difficult to control a person and turn him into a puppet in a short time. , very high.
"It's okay, as long as you don't die."
"…………"blind.
Zheng Fan smiled and said, "I'm overdrafted, so I'll be back with the supplement."
He himself suffered from overdraft several times because of the magic pill.
Blind Bei nodded and shouted:
"Si Niang, help give her two injections."
"okay."
Siniang happened to help Fan Li sew up the wound and came over. Siniang held two embroidery needles on her fingertips.
Mrs. Daxi's expression changed, and there was fear in her eyes. I'm afraid, no matter how brave you are, you will feel scared and uncomfortable when you see your enemy walking in front of you holding a thin needle, right?
"My lord, do you want to ask again?" Siniang asked.
What if people are willing to cooperate?
Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "No need to ask, her village is in the southwest hinterland of Qian Kingdom, and she won't cooperate."
As he spoke, Zheng Fan opened his mouth, yawned, and said, "If we let her go to the front and shout: 'My sons, please leave me alone and defend the city with all your strength.' Wouldn't it look like we are incompetent?"
At the moment, he and others are undoubtedly the invaders, but Zheng Fan doesn't want to become a cliched villain. At least, he wants to skip those familiar villain plots.
"Yes, my lord."
Seeing Zheng Fan's insistence, Siniang said nothing more and inserted the two needles directly into Mrs. Daxi's brain.
Siniang was good at using needles and knew all the acupuncture points on the human body very clearly. Because the needles were very thin and she used needles and threads as weapons, every blow had to be effective.
If she didn't open a red tent and become a madam, Siniang could make a prosperous life by opening an acupuncture parlor.
After the needle was inserted, Mrs. Daxi's body began to twitch and her eyes began to roll.
"Ali."
Blind Bei shouted.
Fan Li, who had his wound taken care of, walked over and blocked the blind man's side with his iron tower-like body.
The blind man placed his hands on the temples on both sides of Mrs. Daxi's face.
Zheng Fan only felt a layer of material that didn't look like wind but looked like something brushing his face. If he had to use words to describe it, it should be... rippling.
Is this what spiritual power feels like?
Mrs. Daxi's body stopped twitching at this time. As a prisoner, she was quite pitiful. Although there is no "Geneva Convention" in this world, there are not many prisoners of war who can enjoy such "special treatment".
The blind man's body began to sway back and forth, and a trace of sweat appeared from his forehead.
next moment,
Blind Bei's body fell upside down. Fan Li beside him stretched out his hand and hugged the blind man. Then he stood up and carried the motionless blind man on his shoulders.
"Is it done?" Zheng Fan asked.
"It's done."
It was Mrs. Daxi who answered.
A woman's voice, a blind man's tone.
Zheng Fan lowered his head and saw that Mrs. Daxi's white eyes had disappeared and her pupils returned to focus.
"Phew, it feels really good."
"I'm really not used to seeing things with my eyes," Mrs. Daxi said.
"What does it feel like?" Zheng Fan asked curiously.
"It's too vague, haha."
After people with myopia get used to wearing glasses to see the world, they will immediately feel that the world is too blurry after taking off the glasses;
But after you are used to seeing the world with your heart, and then you see it with your eyes, you will feel that this world is too fake.
Zheng Fan looked at Mrs. Daxi who was still lying on the ground.
Mrs. Daxi had no choice but to speak again:
"Lord, don't ask me how I feel after my transformation."
"Well, you know, I've never painted anything like that."
"But Lord, you must still be curious about what it feels like for a man to become a woman."
"Well, I'm not curious."
"Lord, lying is not good."
"Then stop talking and get down to business. You can't last long in this state, right?"
"Ah."
Zheng Fan motioned to Si Niang to come over and loosen the bindings. Si Niang came over and pulled out the silk thread that previously tied Mrs. Da Xi.
With Zheng Fan's help, Mrs. Da Xi stood up from the ground.
Finally, Zheng Fan couldn't help but ask:
"Is it sinking?"
Mrs. Da Xi had a thoughtful expression on her face, as if she was really considering this problem seriously. Most men are unable to understand this problem, and most women do not feel the need to understand this problem.
Finally, Mrs. Daxi spoke:
"Lord, I don't think this is a problem."
"I'm glad you didn't say I was evil again, but I'm very dissatisfied with your insincere answer."
"My lord, there are many fatter men in this world, and their bodies are actually bigger than those of many girls."
"Oh?" Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment, "That's true."
This somewhat embarrassing question was put aside, and Mrs. Daxi started to move forward, because she was afraid that Zheng Fan would ask the next question after he finished asking.
Fortunately, Zheng Fan was not that unrestrained and helped Mrs. Da Xi to move forward.
Liang Cheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to get ready.
At this time,
A Ming looked around and said:
"Is there something missing?"
Si Niang yawned and said:
"No ah."
…………
The gates of Mianzhou City were re-closed. In fact, the beacon fire had been lit a long time ago, but no one knew how long it would take for reinforcements to be received.
The enemy appears too quickly, and if reinforcements want to come, it is naturally impossible to speed up.
Meng Gong's father once stood in a city in the southwest facing the siege of the rebel chieftains for a year before reinforcements arrived.
After having this family heirloom,
Meng Gong didn't have much expectation for reinforcements.
When the reinforcements will come, and whether the reinforcements are willing to come, these are all external factors, and they will not affect him from doing the things at hand well.
On the tower, despite his rearrangement, it seemed to be in a panic, but at least there was some order.
This is a talent, a talent that knows how to fight.
In Meng Gong's view, he was a failure because the reason why he was able to defend the lower city was because Liang Cheng didn't have enough soldiers on the opposite side.
In Liang Cheng's view, Meng Gong on the opposite side could still defend the city despite his poor troops, which was truly outstanding.
In fact, what happened tonight would not have gone to that extreme if not for the arrogance and wanton pursuit of Mrs. Da Xi and her wolf soldiers.
The Cuiliu Fort army probably had to choose to leave after losing their troops here.
But things in the world are so wonderful. There are always all kinds of people and all kinds of accidents to add rich colors to this life.
There were many guards on the city wall, and the native soldiers were also arranged to come up. Everyone was ready.
Earlier, the wolf soldiers went out of the city to pursue and were killed. Meng Gong led the guards in the city to go out to meet and force back the Yan people who tried to rush through the door.
The two sides entered a tacit "peace" period, although this period was a bit too short.
The Yan people were cleaning the battlefield, harvesting heads, and bandaging wounds, while the Gan people were rearranging the defense of the city wall.
But Meng Gong knew that the Yan people might not be willing to leave like this.
at the moment,
Meng Gong's only hope is,
Mrs. Daxi has died in the battle.
Because Mrs. Daxi's death in the battle would save herself a lot of trouble. However, even if she had not died, she would not have cooperated with the Yan people for the sake of her village.
Chieftains, you are not stupid;
Moreover, Mrs. Daxi also has a son staying in the village.
Meng Gong took a deep breath,
front,
The Yan people appeared with torches.
Then, the guards on the city wall, especially the soldiers, were stunned.
under the city wall,
Two hundred soldiers and captives knelt in two rows. Behind them stood Yan people holding swords.
This distance is a bit embarrassing. It is a distance where a crossbow can reach but is difficult to hit accurately and kill people.
What shocked Meng Gong even more was that,
He saw Mrs. Da Xi coming out. Beside her, there was a tower-like man who had left a deep impression on Meng Gong before. He was holding a torch in his left hand and carrying a motionless man on his right shoulder.
Every time Mrs. Daxi took a step forward, the tower-like man also took a step forward at the same time.
Zheng Fan stood behind Mrs. Daxi and supported Mrs. Daxi, while Fan Li on the other side had to keep up;
This is probably because... the signal is not good, so we have to stay closer.
The cold wind kept blowing the torches, and the moon tonight was very round and bright, so even though it was late at night, the visibility was actually not low.
Everything is ready, waiting for Mrs. Daxi's call.
And then,
Mrs. Daxi suddenly turned her head and said to Zheng Fan beside her:
"My lord, I don't know how to speak native dialect."
"..." Zheng Fan.
Fan Li heard it from the side and just smiled stupidly, then weighed the blind man's body on his shoulders a few times.
"No, the stage is set and you tell me this. What's the difference between you and my classmates in my previous life who went to the Internet cafe to stay overnight the night before the postgraduate entrance examination?"
"I remember that my Lord and A Cheng were discussing the issue of whether it was dirty or not."
"You eavesdrop again."
"On the battlefield, my subordinates should pay more attention."
"Then what to do next?" Zheng Fan asked.
Mrs. Daxi pushed away Zheng Fan's supporting hand.
I took a few steps forward,
Raise your hands,
He shouted loudly in Chinese dialect to the tower in front:
"My sons, listen to my order, raise your swords quickly, open your bows quickly, kill the Gan people around you and welcome the Yan people into the city!"
finished shouting,
Mrs. Daxi turned her face and looked at Zheng Fan behind her.
The eyes are slightly raised,
Silently asked:
"how?"
Zheng Fan nodded,
Road:
"Dirtier."
(End of this chapter)