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

Chapter 9 Surrounding
"Did anyone see what the assassin looked like?" a battalion officer asked.

Several Jing soldiers looked at each other and shook their heads, "It's shrouded in black smoke, and you can't see his face clearly, but the assassin is wearing a plain white cloth robe and wielding a long sword. He doesn't look like Tang Jun."

Yingzheng nodded, turned his head and said to the other Jing soldiers who rushed over:
"Did you hear that? Wearing a plain white robe, the weapon is a long sword, and the eyes are bright, don't miss it!"

"Yes!" All the soldiers responded.

At this time, Song Yun was hiding on the beam of an empty house, called up the [real-time map], and frowned slightly.

"It came pretty fast."

With the location where the battle took place just now as the center of the circle, within a radius of several miles, thousands of soldiers are rapidly gathering.

Before long, every nearby street and alley will be guarded by a large number of soldiers, and bunches of torches will be held up to illuminate the place as bright as day.

As soon as Song Yun appeared outside, his figure would be exposed to Jing Bing's sight.

It's useless to hide in the house all the time. There are still many Jing soldiers on the periphery who are slowly searching the house and gradually narrowing the encirclement.

Ten people searched a house, even the roof, without giving the "assassin" a chance to escape.

Sooner or later, the house where Song Yun is located will be found.

"I originally wanted to kill a few more groups, but it seems that I can't."

Song Yun took out the complete Jing Bing armor equipment from the [Void Storage Box], including helmet, leather armor, heart mirror, belt, boots, inner garment, cloth pants, sword and water bag.

He quickly took off his plain white cloth robe and put on a full set of Jingjun clothes.

This cloth robe was given to him by Old Li. After washing and washing, it is already a bit worn out.

The Beiting army has no supplies all year round, they are self-sufficient, and they also make their own clothes.

The old soldiers planted kudzu grass in the city, boiled kudzu bark with water, separated strands of fibers, twisted them into yarn, and woven them into breathable kudzu cloth for sewing clothes.

Because of the lack of dyes, everyone's clothes are basically plain white.

A while ago, Song Yun disliked the clothes being too old, and planned to make another one with pigge cloth, but now he has no chance to make new clothes.

After changing clothes, Song Yun checked again carefully.

Now I am no different from the real Jing Bing, as long as I don't speak, I will never reveal my secrets.

The white robe, bronze sword, and light cloud boots that were taken off were all put into the [empty storage box] with one touch.

"Accessing items requires physical contact, and it takes effect almost instantly, which is quite useful."

Song Yun put on his helmet, held the bronze sword in his hand, landed lightly from the beam, and opened the window a crack.

After waiting for a while, Song Yun took out three black smoke stones and threw them out through the window.

Immediately, Jing Bing's muffled hum came from outside.

The three black smoke stones spread out in the air, and the black smoke filled most of the street in an instant, covering the entire row of soldiers.

Everyone was coughing, and there was no way to blow the whistle in time to warn.

Song Yun came out through the window, slashed repeatedly with his sword, and blood flowers bloomed one after another amidst the billowing black smoke and the blazing fire...

Now Jingjun's encirclement net has been shrunk relatively small. Although this Shijing soldier didn't blow his whistle in time, after the sound of the battle came out, it still attracted the attention of others.

When the nearby Jing Jun heard the sound and arrived, a whole dozen Jing soldiers had already fallen into a pool of blood.

The two battalions were the first to rush over, looked around, and shouted loudly at the same time:
"The battle has just ended, the assassin hasn't run far, search the vicinity!"

Noticing any suspicious figures nearby, the two battalions looked down at the fallen Jing Bing again.

Several people were killed this time, and the remaining few were also covered in blood and unconscious. It seemed that their injuries were not serious.

The two battalions were waving their hands to signal the Jing soldiers under their command to deal with the dead and injured, and then they pressed the handle of the knife, vigilantly looking at the houses on both sides of the street, and getting ready for battle.

The assassin stayed for too long, the nearby streets were already surrounded by soldiers, no matter how good his movements were, he couldn't escape.

Now people can only hide in houses on these few streets.

The two battalions were sneering slightly, preparing to capture alive the assassin who tormented them for half the night, and give him a good lesson.

Then bring it to Meng Su and humiliate the proud Meng family.

Killing two birds with one stone can be regarded as some gains tonight.

Dozens of soldiers from the back came up and carried all the dead and wounded back to the camp for inspection by the army doctor.

Those who were still alive stayed for medical treatment, and those who died were cremated on the spot. Clothes and ashes were packed and sent back to their homeland after the war.

It is said to be a large camp, but in fact there are ready-made vacant houses, so there is no more tents.

Several battalions chose a street with a good location, and sent troops to patrol the surrounding area. The soldiers lived in the houses, and the wounded were concentrated in several small buildings.

At this time, the military attendant treated the five surviving wounded one by one.

After looking at the four of them, Lang Zhong frowned, "The sword wound is too deep, and their lives are only for a moment, and they can only depend on their own good fortune."

After treating their wounds, the doctor looked at the last wounded.

This is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, his face is covered with blood, his forehead is red and swollen, and blood is slightly overflowing from his mouth.

The doctor rolled the eyelids of the wounded, raised his lips to look again, and said to Jing Bing, who was in charge of helping in the small building:
"This person suffered a head injury and internal bleeding, but the condition is not serious. When he wakes up, if there is nothing serious, he will be transferred to the minor injury area."

Then the doctor hurried to other beds.

Although Jing Jun's siege battle was progressing quickly, he suffered a lot of casualties in the face of experienced and fearless veterans of the Beiting Army.

On the north side of the city alone, thousands of wounded were left behind.

The military attendant was too busy to take care of everyone, so he ordered Jing Bing, who was in charge of helping, to do it.

That Jing Bing didn't know much about medicine, so he just sat on this floor, and when he found someone woke up, he asked about the situation, and did some things like feeding water and medicine.

However, this floor is full of seriously injured soldiers, either in a coma or in a coma, and there was no movement in the small building for a while.

As the night deepened, Jing Bing dozed off unknowingly while sitting, his head bit by bit.

The young wounded who was carried in last slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were exceptionally clear.

(End of this chapter)