The Liao people's villages were shrouded in heavy rain, and there were rustling water everywhere, covering up all unusual sounds.

In the rain curtain, a figure swept through the village, quickly passing through the vast rain and fog, climbing over the courtyard wall, and drilling into a family.

The water in the courtyard was already deep, and the rain flowed down from the eaves and fell into the water in the courtyard, causing a large area of ​​water splash.

The heavy rain hit the knife, washing down the blood stains on it, only near the hilt of the knife, and there were still vague blood marks.

The black shadow inserted into the door with a knife, opened the latch, and flicked into the house, with an extremely fast speed. He held a steel knife tightly in his hand, and a terrifying cold light flashed faintly in the darkness.

Inside the room, on the bed and on the ground, there were about ten Liao soldiers lying in a row, just like a few, all of whom were already snoring loudly and immersed in their dreams.

On rainy days, it is a sleeping day, and it is very comfortable to sleep on rainy nights. Besides, there are guards outside to watch the night. Of course, these Liao soldiers who often have to go through hard battles should hurry up and rest.

But they didn't know that the posts they leaned on had been touched by others, and they cut off their throats with one knife. They could no longer protect their safety and promptly transmitted the police number from the powerful enemy to attack.

The tall man sneaking into the room stood by the bed, looking at the Liao soldiers sleeping soundly in their room, with murderous aura in their eyes, slowly raised the steel knife in their hands, and snatched the air, and quickly chopped it down.

The knife was as fast as the wind, and with a puff, it slashed the throat of a Liao soldier. When the blade was about to touch the neck bone, it suddenly retracted, causing the blood of Dapeng to sprinkle straight into the air.

In the darkness, the sword was as fast as lightning, and it twitched towards the throat of another Liao soldier. The sharp blade blew between his neck, instantly cleaving the throat artery, and blood spurted out.

The Liao soldiers who were raided in pain on the bed, opened their blank eyes, looked at everything dark in pain in the room, opened their mouths, but couldn't scream, and struggled and twisted for a few times, then they died.

The black shadow sneaked into the house and kept stabbing, like a gust of wind passing by the bed. All the sleeping Liao soldiers were cut off their throats by quick knifes, gasping in pain, swinging weakly, tangling in bed and ground, but they could not make the final scream, and could only die quietly in this bloody rainy night.

The tall black shadow slowly put his knife in the sheath, walked over and lit the oil lamp, held the lights and looked at the corpses of the Liao soldiers, silently.

All the Liao soldiers in this room were killed, but the person he was looking for was still missing, which made him bit his lips hard.

Just now on the watchtower, he had asked the remaining Liao soldiers for confession, but only knew that Wang Chao and Di Liniang had not died yet and were arrested. The specific detention address was unclear. He was relieved and anxious again. He could only touch each household, hoping to find out where Di Liniang and Wang Chao were imprisoned.

In this village, a total of 300 Liao soldiers were temporarily stationed here. Because the other Liao soldiers had nowhere to live, they had already returned to the camp dozens of miles away. Moreover, Xiao Dalie was proud and arrogant, thinking that 300 Liao soldiers were enough to resist the attack of a large number of Song troops, so he taught other Liao soldiers to take the Khitan people in the village to leave, and led his army to stay here, waiting patiently for the Song army coming to rescue.

It is impossible not to say that Xiao Dalie had almost guessed. Luo Dacheng must come to rescue the prisoners, and he was indeed as Xiao Dalie guessed, but he could not bring many soldiers. In fact, he was alone and touched the village, secretly looking for where Di Liniang and others were detained.

In such a small village, there are 300 Liao soldiers, and each family is full of people. If you touch a house, you can see the sleeping Liao soldiers in the room.

Luo Dacheng was never polite about these Liao soldiers. When he saw a house of Liao soldiers, he drew his sword and slaughtered them all, silently slaughtering several Liao soldiers.

In order not to leak the news, it is better to silence the words; if someone discovers it, sooner or later, it is better to start first and eliminate the enemy's wings, so as to have less hindering forces when fighting in the future.

After slaughtering several Liao soldiers, Luo Dacheng was secretly anxious. After so long, he had not found the place to imprison the prisoners. If the time was delayed too long, things would be even more troublesome after dawn.

After glanced at the bodies of Liao soldiers all over the ground, Luo Dacheng turned around and went out, jumped into the heavy rain.

Running wildly in the rain, Luo Dacheng focused his attention and glanced around and was wary of being seen by the Liao soldiers who were on guard.

In front, there is a larger courtyard that looks like a wealthy family living in. Luo Dacheng rushed to the wall and jumped over the wall.

When he saw a Liao soldier's astonished gaze, Luo Dacheng said in a secret voice, and rushed forward with great strides. His tall and strong body hit the raindrops falling in the air, splashing everywhere.

The Liao soldier was responsible for the duty of vigilance. He sat under the eaves in front of the hall, behind a table, with his hands on the table, and his eyes were confused. He suddenly saw Luo Dacheng climbing over the wall and coming in. He was shocked and dazed to pick up the bow and arrow on the table, and was about to shoot at Luo Dacheng.

In the heavy rain, black shadows shot up, and the sharp blades flashed by, and with a puff, blood splattered. The Liao soldiers fell to the sky, their bodies fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

The tall figure rushed past him, broke into the house, swung his sword, and drowned water droplets in the sky, drawing afterimages in the air.

Sleeping on the bed, the many Liao soldiers underground had not yet woken up from their dreams, but had their throat artery cut off by sharp blades. The pain rolled all over the ground, struggling and twisting like insects and snakes, but finally couldn't breathe, blood flowing from the throat, and died tragically on the ground.

In the darkness, Luo Dacheng's footsteps were like the wind. He had just slaughtered all the Liao soldiers in this room, then turned around and jumped out, broke into another room, and let go of the slaughter.

A Liao soldier vaguely heard the muffled sound from outside. He opened his sleepy eyes and supported himself to look outside. He saw a tall black shadow rushing in with a fierce look. He couldn't help but scream in fear. He was about to jump up and pull out his sword when the cold wind thrust, and with a puff, the tip of the blade penetrated into his throat, blocking the screams behind him.

The Liao soldiers who were awakened by his screams had only time to open their eyes and saw the light of swords coming. The slap of steel swords slashed down in a row, slashing their bodies and rolling to the ground again. The blood sprayed out dyed the ground red.
Chapter completed!