One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 20

When Song Yun entered the south of the city and started to set fire to the formation, the old soldiers of the Beiting Army on the other side noticed the movement and said in surprise:
"Expert support is here!"

General Guo looked at the blazing wall of fire across Anxi in the distance, and then at the chaotic Jing army camp that was on fire everywhere.

A slight smile appeared on the dignified and tired old face:
"I really want to see which sect's strong man can win more with less and kill tens of thousands of Jingjun with heavy casualties."

"The number of people who can lurk in the city probably won't be many...but there won't be only one person, right?"

"If you defeat Jing Jun with your own strength, then you will be the real enemy of ten thousand people!"

"Although he used the power of the fire, it is also someone else's ability. Such a hero should meet him."

General Guo put on his helmet, held his spear high, and said with a generous smile:
"Brothers, we can't just watch him help so much. Follow me, kill all the people in the scene, and cover the reinforcements!"

"kill!"

The remaining hundreds of old soldiers, dragging their bruised bodies and wearing torn and scorched armor, were still proud, one by one, jumped out from behind the bunker, and rushed towards the Jing army, which was ten times their size, without hesitation!
General Guo waved his long spear, the tip of the spear gleamed coldly, and the blood-stained red tassel fluttered in the wind.

Seeing the two generals of the Jing army approaching from the opposite side, he laughed and said:

"Five people can't take down the old man, you two are not afraid of death?"

A general of the Jing army snorted coldly: "You old bastard is almost exhausted, and you are still talking hard."

Another person also said: "If you don't think you died fast enough, after we kill the assassin, we will surround you and kill you together. Then I will cut off your head with my own hands!"

"Hehe, want to take the old man's head? Then I'll shoot you to death first!"

General Guo shook his gun and swept across, but he was secretly startled: that assassin?Is it really only one person?
……

On the other side, Song Yun sneaked around the streets in the south of the city.

With his current ghost-like agility, he can move out at the right time, and even run past a group of soldiers without being noticed.

Even if they are discovered, they can play the dark smoke stone or black smoke stone in time, so that Jing Bing has no chance to call.

The few times he charged into battle, he seemed to be aimlessly fighting guerrillas, but in fact his goal was very clear.

Find out the location of Jingjun's supplies in the south of the city.

When fighting in different places, observe the [Anxi real-time map], and most of the nearby soldiers will immediately surround them.

But I can see that there are three places where there are a lot of Jing troops, but they have been standing still, despite the fighting happening nearby.

Next, these three places are the targets. If the operation goes well, it will definitely deal a heavy blow to the Jing army in the south of the city.

Glancing at the [real-time map] again, the old soldiers hadn't rested for a long time, and now they fought again. The battle was still quite fierce, which made Song Yun a little anxious.

He sneaked to the first target location with the fastest speed.

In a row of houses, there were screams and groans one after another, and wounded soldiers, soaked in blood, were lying on stretchers and carried in unsteadily.

"A place to treat the wounded? It was burned directly."

Most of the wounded are unable to move, and they don't need to be doused with fire oil as before.

Song Yun appeared directly on the roof, and amidst the screams of a large number of soldiers, he galloped across the roofs of the buildings.

Black and red fire oil kept flowing out of his hands, spilling onto the doors of these houses.

He quickly ran across dozens of houses, and then flung out an air-exploding flame thunder with his backhand.

boom--

Like thunder on the ground, there was a deafening explosion, and the bursting sparks shot in all directions, directly blowing the two houses into ruins.

Sparks splashed on the fuel oil, and the flames ignited instantly, turning into a sea of ​​flames and covering the entire street.

Thousands of wounded are still in the house, unable to escape at all, and can only wait for the death heat wave to be devoured in wailing.

And Song Yun had disappeared into the night sky.

In less than ten breaths before and after, thousands of Jing soldiers on a whole street were buried in the sea of ​​flames.

There were also many masters of the Jing army stationed at the place where the wounded were treated, but they were not fast enough to catch up with the assassin, and finally they disappeared after watching someone set fire.

Song Yun sneaked non-stop and rushed to the second location.

There are more than a dozen adjacent houses surrounded by thousands of people, including more than ten fourth-tier masters and hundreds of third-tier warriors.

This lineup is already difficult to deal with, and it is not suitable to force it.

But seeing someone dragging a cart of ordnance out, Song Yun knew that this was where the supplies were stored, so he did it without hesitation.

An air blasting thunderbolt was thrown into the surrounding crowd, and a deafening explosion sounded, knocking Jing soldiers off their feet.

Song Yun wore Jing Bing's armor, took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the crowd, and shouted:
"Be careful with the fire, don't let the fire oil explode!"

Many Jing Bing instinctively looked towards a house.

Song Yun threw another air-exploding flame thunderbolt in front of him, and after blowing up a group of people, he cast the "Sky Ghost Hidden Shadow Technique" and rushed directly to the room.

Two fourth-rank officers wanted to intercept them, but they were pierced by his left and right swords, and their heads were chopped off.

Soon Song Yun broke in through the door, reaching out and groping randomly.

"My mine, all mine!"

The dozen or so wooden barrels in the room suddenly disappeared.

There are also a lot of supplies stored in other houses. Song Yun's [Void Storage Box] has limited space and cannot fit it, but it cannot be left for Jing Jun.

While fighting fiercely with Jing Jun's masters, he poured fierce oil on the house.

With the Air Explosion Flame Thunder, it is much more convenient to ignite the fire. You don't need to ignite the arrow and shoot it out, just throw the hidden weapon far away.

These Jing soldiers tried their best to block them, but they couldn't resist the sharp sword, so they could only turn into stumps and fell on the street.

A better fourth-tier martial artist, with heavy armor, can only carry a few more moves.

Song Yun brandished his sword to break out of the encirclement, and flung an air-exploding flame thunder behind him.

The Jing soldiers looked up in despair, watching the blasting flame thunders turn into thousands of sparks and explode, igniting the fire oil sprinkled on the house.

Before they died, there was only one thought in their minds——

"Why did you bring fierce oil here?"

The fierce fire oil, regarded by Jing Jun as a sharp weapon in street fighting, was very effective. It caused serious damage to the veterans, but it also became the source of their deaths.

This is a double-edged sword. Whoever cuts it in the end depends on which side of the swordsman is stronger.

After the warehouse was burned down, Song Yun still headed for the third location.

A place where a large number of Jing soldiers stayed behind must be the key to the enemy's army, and naturally it is also the best target for attack.

The Jing army in the south of the city is close to [-], and it is better to destroy these key places after trying their best to kill several thousand.

But danger also comes with it.

These three locations are not far from each other, and he is equivalent to operating in the same area.

After destroying the two places, the two innate martial artists of Jing Jun will also be killed soon!
Song Yun ran in the streets and alleys under the night sky, holding the bronze long sword tightly, his gaze under the black iron mask was cold and firm.

Killing the innate martial artist of the same level is also the goal of the plan.

(End of this chapter)