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

Chapter 6 The Discovery of Mengsu

Song Yun naturally knew that the nearby Jing soldiers had withdrawn.

He hid in the house, covered the bleeding mouth of a Jing soldier, and slowly pulled out the bright red bronze long sword with his right hand.

At the same time, through the window, quietly watching the enemy disappear into the dusk.

Observing the [Anxi real-time map], in the northern part of the city, all the Jing soldiers have come out of the houses that are being searched one after another, and lined up to gather in one place.

"Is this returning to the camp? It looks almost the same, it's already dark, and those who have no combat missions have gathered."

Looking at other places, the Beiting army has retreated to the south of the city while fighting and leaving.

Looking at the entire Anxi Army Town, the north, east, west, and middle districts have all fallen, leaving only Song Yun as a yellow dot, shining lonely on the map.

All the veterans of the Beiting Army were concentrated in the south of the city, more than 20 miles away from Song Yun, and the sound of the battle was already very weak.

But counting the points on the [real-time map], you can feel the intensity and cruelty of street fighting.

In just a few breaths, more than a dozen yellow spots completely disappeared.

There are only more than 1000 yellow spots left in the entire south of the city. At this rate, I'm afraid it won't last long.

Although the black dots representing Jing Jun disappeared more, their numerical advantage was too great, clusters of black dots crowded up, and the yellow dots would soon be engulfed.

Several faces flashed in Song Yun's mind involuntarily, his eyes were a little dim.

"Is it too late..."

The next moment, he gritted his teeth, pushed the bloody Jing Bing corpse to the ground, spit out sandy spit, and said fiercely:

"Damn it, it's all turned on and hung up, I don't believe it can't be broken!"

Song Yun wiped the bronze sword again, while studying the follow-up action plan against the [real-time map].

"Although there are not many Jing soldiers in the several occupied urban areas, and there are no masters, they have all ended their scattered state and began to return to the camp one after another."

"When it's completely dark, they will probably rest on the spot, and it will be difficult to find another chance to attack."

"Go to the south of the city? There are too many masters there. There are hundreds of third-tier warriors, and dozens of fourth-tier warriors. Now my strength is still a bit weak."

While frowning and contemplating, [Real-time Map] changed again.

Seven or eight miles away, more than 900 people suddenly rushed out at the Jingbing Barracks in the north of the city.

These soldiers were divided into three groups and quickly encircled the area they were in.

"Did you spot me? It's pretty quick." Song Yun's eyes narrowed.

He is very clear that with his current strength, if he is really besieged by more than 900 people, he will definitely die.

Warriors are not strong to a certain level, they are still hard to beat with two fists and four hands, and the gap in numbers is difficult to make up.

This is the reason why the army can sweep most martial arts sects.

However, relying on [Anxi real-time map], Song Yun still has the possibility of winning more with less.

Who killed whom is still unknown.

He got up slowly, put the sword back into its sheath, opened the window, and looked out.

The bloody setting sun sprinkled the last ray of light, and then hid in the dark and boundless desert sky.

"it's dark."

Song Yun stepped forward and pushed open the door steadily.

Squeak.

……

Squeak.

Holding torches, the two chiefs carefully pushed the door open and entered.

The house was silent, under the light of the orange fire, the darkness receded slightly, and a dry bloodstain appeared on the ground, leading crookedly to the inner room.

Two Shichang raised their knives in front of them and walked into the back room nervously.

A Jing Bing with his throat slit was lying on the ground, his pupils dilated indifferently, and there was still a look of horror on his face.

"Another unlucky one."

The two chiefs searched around, then rushed out the door and shouted:
"One died inside, and no abnormalities were found."

Meng Su nodded, "Drag the corpse out."

At this time, a row of corpses of Jing Bing was neatly arranged in the middle of the street.

Meng Su was squatting on the ground, reaching out to turn over the corpse, carefully inspecting the wound.

There were also several teams squatting down next to them, looking at them, their faces becoming more serious.

"It's all one-hit kills..."

"If we don't kill them with one blow, how could we not notice it? These soldiers have no chance to call for help." Meng Su said indifferently.

"Also, all the wounds have the same characteristics, were made by the same sword, and by the same person."

"It seems that Tang Jun has a master swordsman who is lurking nearby and killed these more than 60 people silently."

"This, how is this possible?" Several teams were shocked, feeling unbelievable.

But when they saw Meng Su's glance, they woke up suddenly again.

"Meng Yingzheng comes from a family of martial arts, so naturally he wouldn't be mistaken, but isn't this master of swordsman too terrifying?"

"That's right, it's fine to kill a few people secretly, kill more than 60 people in a row, without making any noise... We absolutely can't do this kind of method." Another team member said rightly.

"It's also difficult for me to do it." Meng Su frowned slightly, "This person not only understands the terrain, but also is good at stealth and assassination techniques. It doesn't look like a soldier in the army, but has a bit of shadow of a martial art."

"How could such a person appear in Anxi Junzhen?"

Meng Su closed the wide-open eyes of a Jing Bing, got up and turned to the depths of the street, staring at the deep night outside the firelight.

The atmosphere on the street suddenly froze, and the Jingbing soldiers looked down at the corpses one by one, all trembling.

After a long time, Meng Su spoke again: "Are people guarding the entrances of all the streets?"

"The papers have been strictly guarded, and no one will be allowed to pass through."

After hearing this, Meng Su sighed again:

"I thought it was a small group of Tang soldiers running around, but I didn't expect it to be a seasoned assassin. We may be too late. Such people will go far away and won't be easily discovered by us."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden scream not far away, which was particularly ear-piercing in the silent street.

Everyone's face changed greatly.

"Go and have a look!" Meng Su hurriedly led his subordinates to hurry.

When I came to the street where the sound came out, I saw a group of Jing soldiers either blowing their whistles desperately, looking around, or slashing with swords, and the scene was in chaos.

Lying on the ground was a long one, with a deep blood hole in its chest, from which blood gushed out like a spring, and it seemed that it was dead.

"Where did the assassin strike?" Meng Su didn't care about this matter, he dragged a Jing soldier over and asked sharply.

Jing Bing was a little dazed, and pointed at a house tremblingly, "Shi Chang walked there just now, with his back to the window, and then suddenly fell down."

"Didn't I tell you to be careful?" Meng Su was angry and anxious, grabbed a torch and rushed directly into the house.

I saw the back door was open, and outside the door was the dark street, but there was nothing else.

Meng Su returned to the window, leaned over the torch to observe carefully, and found a slight scratch on the window frame.

"This person is hiding inside the house, and when someone outside passes by the window, he stabs out with a sword."

Meng Su couldn't help but look back at the open back door, staring at the thick night outside, as if he could feel that there was a person hiding in the darkness, staring at him with killing intent.

"He can go, but he didn't!"

"He stayed on purpose, just to kill us!"

Anger suddenly ignited in Meng Su's eyes.

(End of this chapter)