City Marshal

The night is as deep as ink, endlessly dark.

As a senior military general that Li Wensheng highly valued, Shura had an almost beast-like instinct for perceiving danger. Although it was pouring rain outside, thunder was exploding in his ears, and the wind was as shrill as a devil's cry, everything was perfectly normal. The night rain in the barren garden resounded.

But Shura still woke up from the bed.

Suddenly woke up for no reason.

Shura, who was almost 50 years old, was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts gradually calmed down. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was just thinking wildly, and at the same time feeling dry mouthed. Still keep changing in my mind.

This nightmare situation has never happened before.

Shura got up from the hardwood bed that hadn't changed in decades, walked to the wine cabinet and unscrewed a bottle of red wine. During the years of being loyal to Li Wensheng in Huangyuan, he suffered loneliness and loneliness, so everything can be missing, except Wine and women are indispensable, that is the only small pleasure!He looked back at the woman on the bed, who was lying carelessly on the bed, with an unsatisfied tenderness and resentment on her face, Shura couldn't help letting out a soft sigh, old, really old!Decades ago, he was known as Seven Times Lang, but now it seems that he can only describe himself in minutes.

He laughed at himself, then picked up a glass of wine and walked to the balcony.

His residence is on the third floor, overlooking half of the barren garden.

The cold wine flowed down his throat, which made Shura feel much more relaxed. The fear of waking him up from his sleep seemed to go away with the red wine he drank. Shura planned to go back to sleep again. By the way, think about how to train the children of the Li family in your dream.

After drinking a glass of red wine shipped from Bordeaux, Shura glanced out of the window before turning back to the bed. His body stiffened suddenly at this glance, and the wine glass in his hand also "slapped" and fell to the ground. The woman on the bed opened her eyes slightly. eyes, but then turned over and went back to sleep.

Although the light was very dimmed by the rain, Shura could still see the scene tens of meters away with decades of ability. He could vaguely see a group of people in black who bent over and lowered their bodies, like ghosts, swiftly but silently. The fan copied over to the small building where he lived.

The light of the knives in their hands, the speed of running, and the occasional flashes of eagle-like eyes, all made Shura feel the breath of death. Shura opened his eyes wide, and couldn't believe it. Everything he saw in front of him , his mouth was wide enough to touch the back of his ears.

How is this going?What kind of people is this?how many?How did they get into the deserted garden?How did you get through the gate?Moreover, he has already reached the residence of the person in charge, why hasn't there been a little bit of alarm?What do those barren garden guards do for food?A series of thoughts burst into Shura's mind in an instant.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

Shura yelled loudly, there was a taste of hysteria in the cry, and there was madness in the shriek. He was as agile as a kangaroo, jumped from the wall and grabbed the spear in his hand, and ignored the woman who suddenly sat up, like A sharp arrow jumped down the building, as fast as a cheetah.

While stunned, the woman also secretly sighed: Damn!It would be nice if there was a little bit of heroism on the bed!Afterwards, she fell into bed and went back to sleep calmly beyond ordinary people. She knew that danger would never find her, even if all the men here were killed. Even the glory and wealth are also enjoyed!This is the advantage of beautiful women.

Following Shura's yell, panicked and noisy voices rang out, like a frying pan.

"what happened?"

"What? Enemies?"

"Damn? Isn't it a drill? Why are there enemies?"

"That's right, this is Huangyuan, how could there be enemies?"

Inquiries and screams came and went, weapons collided with each other in a hurry, there was a short but crisp sound of gold and iron, and there were piercing screams of women who were frightened. Downstairs of Shura lived more than a dozen leaders of Huangyuan. , are also his confidantes, and they are his life and death brothers.

They were alarmed by Shura's shouts, and they showed the minimum adaptability as warriors. Some of them didn't even wear their trousers, and they jumped out of the bed with their weapons in their hands, posing in battle poses. Posture, its reaction is really not to be underestimated.

Every leader's expression, besides the panic of the unexpected situation, is also excited. For them, after the bloody fight many years ago, these years have been spent in ordinary training, so seeing someone come to Huangyuan to make trouble , everyone was as hot as chicken blood.

As for what accidents they will encounter, they have never thought about it.

In addition to their belief in their own skills, they also believe that anyone who comes to Huangyuan to cause trouble will surely die, because this is the property of the Li family. Although it has not been publicized outside these years, the Li family worships ancestors, trains children, and family gatherings. So this is the dragon scale of the Li family.

Dare to come here to make trouble, it's a leopard's guts!Shura also had a fighting spirit, and his spear was at the entrance of the small building.

The small pond at the door is rippled by the rain.

The trees shaken by the wind, tearing them apart in the light.

"Listen everyone, no matter who the other party is, shoot me to death!"

He was an iron-blooded hero decades ago, and tonight he is still a demon that scares the enemy. Holding his two-meter-long spear, Shura stared at the slowly approaching enemies like a gong. Those who don't know the origin will take a serious blow to maintain the dignity of Huangyuan.

Shura Chong stood among the life and death brothers, his fighting spirit soaring to the peak.

"In Huangyuan, trespassers deserve to die!"

"Hold your knives tight and cut off their heads!"

Shura yelled like a wild beast whose territory had been violated, cheering up more than a dozen bosses, and also cheering himself up. This deserted garden has been run by Shura for the Li family for many years. He couldn't believe that the other party could silently , they have already occupied the entire barren garden.

Then, there is only one possibility, the other party is here to kill him, hoping to kill himself as the person in charge, causing the Huangyuan to fall into chaos, and then take advantage of the chaos to occupy the entire Huangyuan, so as long as he can smash their round of attack, You can call the rest of your men to seize the chance of victory.

More than a dozen leaders shouted back in unison: "Yes!"

The men in black had already surrounded them with machetes, and their steps were surprisingly unanimous. Under their neat and powerful tacit understanding, Shura felt a rare unease in his heart. These men were well-trained, and all of them were cold. He swallowed , and then waited for the opponent's charge.

The expected conflict did not occur.

I saw a tall man in black raised his hand. The other men in black were five meters away from Shura and the others, as if they were nailed to each other. They suddenly stopped in the rainstorm. As long as someone dared to charge forward, they would kill with one blow.

Looking at their majestic posture like Yue Yuanzhi, one can imagine how ferocious and thunderous the all-out slashing would be if they confronted the enemy. Cold, silent, as if lifeless.

But their eyes radiated a terrifying light that made one's heart palpitate.

They seemed to be cast from the same mold. Although there were only about twenty people, they gave Shura and the leaders the feeling that they were facing the murderous aura of thousands of troops. There were also some men in black with short knives in one hand. Holding a five-shot crossbow in one hand, the arrows are cold.

The expression is like some kind of carnivore, waiting for the prey to rush forward automatically, so that they can harvest life.

Even though the torrential rain hits their faces and bodies like a whip, these men in black stood there like statues, feeling nothing. The coldness and bloodthirsty conveyed by their eyes through the misty water vapor made everyone terrified Shocked, there was sweat on the palms inadvertently.

The sound of gasping for air-conditioning sounds like a hot business at a noodle stall.