The city was very quiet at night, as if the chaos had never happened before. Pi Xiu led his men and horses cautiously towards the Yamen, and finally stopped at a street corner.
Pixiu turned his head to the west and looked away. He didn't see the feint attack from the west of the city for a long time, so he couldn't help but frown.
"..."
These old subordinates who followed him knew Pixiu's nature and did not say anything, but quietly waited for orders.
There was a contradiction in Pi Xiu's heart. It was obviously a quiet middle of the night, but his heart was pounding, and there was always a bad premonition lingering in his heart.
Fortunately, this uneasy silence did not last long, and soon there was a cry of killing from the west direction of the city, accompanied by a faint light of fire.
Although it did not reach the scale he expected, Pixiu had no other choice at the moment, so he immediately ordered the action to begin.
Dozens of people immediately moved towards the prefect's Yamen under the cover of darkness. As they approached the Yamen, Pixiu asked his men to release a coded signal. Within a moment, the corresponding coded signal came from the Yamen.
"Let's go!"
From the very beginning when he came to Lingzhou, Pixiu had targeted the two top officials in Lingzhou. After all, if he wanted to mess up Lingzhou, killing the top officials would undoubtedly be the most efficient way.
And the person who communicated with him was Pixiu's thorn in the yamen. Pixiu never gave him any action tasks, only this time.
It’s also the last time!
Following the instructions of the code, Pi Xiu and his group successfully bypassed the front door and entered through the small door behind the Yamen.
It's not that Pixiu never thought of waiting for Chen Ping to leave Lingzhou to launch an attack on the road. However, time was tight and did not allow him to do so. His anger at being repeatedly foiled by Chen Ping's plans also urged him all the time. In the end, what was placed in front of Pixiu was
This is the only choice left.
Chen Ping leaned on the bed quietly, holding a crossbow under his left hand and grabbing the hilt of the sword with his right hand, waiting for something in the dark room.
Suddenly he heard a slight movement outside, and he opened his eyes.
After getting out of bed, Chen Ping stared at the window, as if he could see things outside through the window.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Chen Ping felt a violent heart palpitation in his chest, and immediately his pupils shrank sharply. He subconsciously felt that danger was coming, turned around and swooped towards the bottom of the bed.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Kill!"
"No! There's an ambush!"
These sounds almost appeared at the same time, but Chen Ping didn't care so much now. He gasped and looked at the crossbow arrow that was only three or four inches away from his head. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and crawled under the bed quickly, otherwise the crossbow arrow would have been lost.
It doesn’t just penetrate the bed board slightly.
"It's finally here. I've been waiting for this day for ten years, ten years!"
Chen Ping crawled to the end of the bed with all his strength, then flipped the bed over to use it as a shield to defend against possible subsequent attacks. He then pulled out his long sword and leaned towards the window.
Slowly opening the window, Chen Ping saw chaos in the courtyard. His eyes passed over most people and finally settled on a middle-aged man in his early forties.
Pixiu!
"Ten years, do you know how I spent these ten years?"
The hatred and anger accumulated since the eighth year of the Apocalypse can no longer be suppressed at this moment. Chen Ping put down his long sword and slowly raised his crossbow to point it at Pixiu.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and aimed at the murderer who single-handedly caused the death of his mentor. He pulled the trigger with his index finger and fired the crossbow bolt with a bang.
Pixiu, who was fighting in the melee, didn't notice this hidden arrow. After feeling pain in his lower abdomen, he suddenly turned his head and saw Chen Ping hiding by the window. The two people's eyes intertwined, and lightning and flint burst out. They didn't need any words to know each other.
It is the target that I have always wanted to kill.
"Okay, okay! I've been hunting birds all day long, but the sparrows pecked my eyes. I didn't expect that I, Pixiu, would capsize in the gutter one day, hahaha!"
Pixiu saw that dozens of Jiulongtang experts and the two masters around Chen Ping were on the field, and there seemed to be the sound of a large army of officers and soldiers outside, and he understood his situation.
He laughed maniacally, and then waved the long knife in his hand desperately and rushed left and right, already looking like he was struggling to death.
"Brother Luo, Brother Nangong, I still have a use for keeping him alive."
Chen Ping shouted at Luo Li Nangong Ming, telling them not to kill Pi Xiu. Although he wanted to cut Pi Xiu into pieces with a thousand knives, he had endured it for ten years and it was natural that he would be able to do it for a while.
Luo Li, Nangong Ming, each stood in front of the courtyard door, blocking the retreat of Pi Xiu and his gang, but they had not yet taken action.
In Pi Xiu's opinion, this was simply an insult to himself. Even if he died, he would let others know how powerful he was, instead of being teased like this.
Although Pixiu and his group were surrounded by dozens of people, they were all elite and well-equipped. In a moment, they were even more powerful than the others in Jiulong Hall, and they were suppressed and beaten.
"Since you are waiting for me here, you must have made arrangements outside the city, right? Jie Jie, do you know that the besieging army must be blocked, and you won't be afraid that I will kill you without even leaving a road?!"
Pi Xiu even had free time to yell at Chen Ping, apparently without any pressure.
Chen Ping chuckled. Arrangements had certainly been made outside the city. For example, the people who were supposed to appear on time to attract the officers and soldiers, how should I say, did attract the officers and soldiers.
In the west of the city, Tang Hao and his officers and soldiers looked at these hungry thieves with their chests pressed against their backs, and couldn't help laughing. Can they hide for a while?
"Leave a team of people here to guard, and the rest will follow me to the east of the city!"
Tang Hao then yelled that the task assigned to him by Chen Ping was to intercept outside the city to prevent Pixiu and others from escaping. Before that, he naturally had to clean up the trash outside.
"If you want to leave, you shouldn't ask me, but ask those two. Besides, if you really want to leave, you won't come here."
"Even if you can get out, Lingzhou has already set up a dragnet. If you have the ability to get out, why don't you come and kill me first?"
In the Yamen courtyard, Chen Ping couldn't help laughing when he heard Pi Xiu's words.
Chen Ping has already figured out everything about Pixiu's thoughts, but the reason why he is able to achieve this is thanks to Pixiu himself, because sometimes defeating the enemy does not necessarily require you to do anything yourself, you just need to wait for the enemy to make a mistake.
Yes.
But now Pixiu has made more mistakes than can be saved to the point of hopelessness, and no one can save him.
Chen Ping's two sentences pierced his lungs, and Pi Xiu stopped pretending. He greeted the people around him and rushed towards Chen Ping. All of a sudden, crossbows and arrows were fired, and dozens of cold lights flew towards Chen Ping in the night.
Immediately, under the leadership of Pi Xiu, this group of thieves broke out with amazing fighting power. A group of three or five people fought while looking for opportunities to break out. Although the people of Jiulong Hall who fought against them were no longer what they used to be under Nangong Ming's training, they still failed.
There is no way to compare with these veterans.
"Did you see it?"
"As for the Sancai Formation, their equipment is all from the army, not to mention the methods of these formations?"
Luo Li looked at Nangong Ming with his eyes wide open, but Nangong Ming disagreed, and slowly drew out his long knife and muttered.
"You don't think the Northern Army is still the same Northern Army, do you? The Northern Army was dead ten years ago!"
Hearing these words, Luo Li froze on the spot, with regret and pain on his face. Nangong Ming looked at it with tears in his eyes.
"What are you doing? Don't tell me you're going to cry. The old man is not dead yet. You can cry when he dies!"
Nangong Ming snorted coldly, picked up the long knife and rushed into the courtyard, leaving Luo Li alone under the corridor.
Beijun, is the Beijun in Dayu Soul really dead...
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