The next day.

Ying Ziye led the army to Fucheng.

"The general will pay homage to the Eighth Young Master!"

Fucheng guard general Zhong Limei came to greet him.

Ying Ziye waved his sleeves and robe and said, "Get up!"

Everyone heard the sound and stood up.

Zhong Limei bowed his hands towards Meng Tian again and said, "I have met the general."

Meng Tian was an imperial soldier and military tycoon whom he had always admired. He had known him for a long time, but it was a pity that he had never met him.

Entering the city, under the escort of Zhong Limei, Ying Ziye, Meng Tian and others brought some elite personal guards to the inn.

As for the army, because of its large number, part of it was stationed outside the city, and part of it went to the military camp inside the city to stay temporarily.

It's lunch time.

In the inn, Jian Jiu and Ying Gou went to the kitchen together and directed the cook to cook.

Zhong Limei did not leave, but stayed at the inn to discuss the use of troops with Meng Tian.

"General Zhong, why didn't you arrange a banquet for me?"

Ying Zi asked with a smile at night: "Everywhere I go, the county magistrates and governors from all over the country are eager to invite me."

"Eighth Young Master!"

Zhongli spoke righteously and said: "The general will not have the money to buy anything, let alone I don't have to do this."

"General Zhong, how could you speak to the Eighth Young Master like this?!"

Meng Tian's face darkened and he scolded.

"General Meng's words are serious."

Ying Ziye waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "No wonder you are just a small guard in Fucheng."

He just asked casually as a joke.

The other party's words were honest and not false, and he was not trying to be attentive, although his words were somewhat conflicting.

But Ying Ziye actually admired this person in his heart.

Zhong Limei looked solemn and said: "So what if you guard the general, as long as you can keep one side safe, that's enough!"

After hearing this, Zhong Limei had the kind of mind that has no desire and only hopes to protect someone.

Ying Ziye nodded slightly, but in his heart he intended to promote this person.

"General Zhong, please step back for now."

"Here!"

Zhong Limei said goodbye to Meng Tian and turned around to retreat.

"Master!"

Jianjiu walked in with a casserole, the smell of chicken was overflowing.

“Soup is served!”

Ying Gou cheered and brought a pot of rice soup.

Everyone gathered together and started eating.

At night, the snare killer attacks!

Dark shadows shuttled through the streets, creating chaos.

Fires broke out everywhere in Fucheng, screams and wails were heard one after another, and chaos fell into chaos.

Zhong Limei, who fell into sleep, was awakened by Dong Jing.

The room was opened by the personal guard, who said: "General, someone is setting fire to the city!"

"What?!"

Zhong Limei's face was shaken.

Arson is the same crime as murder, and it is a heinous act.

He hurriedly put on his armor, took his personal guards with him, and ordered all the soldiers.

Go ahead and lead the troops to put out the fire and catch the murderer!

"Eighth Young Master!"

Meng Tian did not fall asleep, he had been immersed in cultivation.

At this moment, he stood up and immediately led his bodyguards towards the courtyard where Ying Ziye was standing.

Seeing Meng Tian coming to protect him, Ying Ziye waved his hand and said, "General Meng, let's go put out the fire together. I have personal guards around me."

Meng Tian looked at the dozens of burly soldiers standing beside Ying Ziye, holding halberds, long bows on their backs, and powerful crossbows hanging from their waists.

He nodded slightly, felt relieved, and then led the army to leave.

When the army left, a cold light flashed in Guo Youshan's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

However, Ying Ziye's senses were extremely sharp, and he caught the hint of killing intent, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

“It’s quite bearable!”

On this occasion!

The Snare Killer suddenly attacked and took advantage of Meng Tian to lead the army away to seize the opportunity.

From all directions, black shadows flew towards me, and the wind howled.

He held a long sword in both hands, his eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent, covering the entire courtyard.

Without saying a word, the sword's edge cut through the sky, heading towards Ying Ziye!

"Oh!"

When Ying Ziye saw this scene, his expression was calm.

Yuan Tiangang, Jian Jiu and others took action one after another to meet the snare killer.

"You actually dare to assassinate the young master, I'm so impatient!"

Yuan Tiangang shouted coldly and waved out his palm, sending several high-level warriors flying backwards.

Their bodies turned into human-shaped burning sticks in mid-air, fierce fires ignited, and screams and wails filled the night sky.

"If you set fire to the city, I will let you taste what it feels like to be burned!"

The dragon and snake sword roared out from behind Jian Jiu, and with one sword pierced the chests and hearts of several snare killers, killing them.

"Weak!"

At the same time, Zhong Limei led his troops to chase the snare killer and arrived.

Seeing this scene, his expression changed drastically.

Although he would not do anything to please his superiors, protecting the Eighth Young Master is his most important mission now.

Zhong Limei hurriedly took out his long bow, set an arrow and pulled the string!

Bang!

An arrow shot out and flew through the air.

In an instant, he shot a trap killer who was flying toward Ying Ziye, and he fell to the ground dead.

Seeing that someone was blocking him and others from assassinating the Eighth Young Master, the Snare Killer looked grave and launched a violent suicide attack.

But facing Yuan Tiangang, Sweeping Monk, Jian Jiu and others, they are unable to shake them at all.

Zhong Limei stayed by Ying Ziye's side to protect him. He bent his bow and shot arrows from time to time, hitting the killer in the trap and piercing him.

Even if he was dodged, he would still be blocked and stopped.

One by one, the snare killers fell down, or their necks were chopped off and their heads flew up, or they were broken by the ice and burned into coke, or they were pierced between the eyebrows and chests by an arrow...

The sounds of screams and wails could be heard endlessly, and blood spattered and flowed all over the ground.

"withdraw!"

Seeing that his side suffered heavy casualties, the Snare Killer looked at Ying Ziye with hatred.

He shouted immediately, stopped charging, turned around and retreated.

Ying Ziye ordered in a cold voice: "Chase!"

"Here!"

Yuan Tiangang, Jian Jiu and other masters all chased him out.

Only dozens of black armors were left guarding him.
To be continued...