Genius commoner

Chapter 768 Night Attack
Three days later, there was a light rain in Harbin.

Yegong Hacheng sent four teams for two consecutive days to go to the territory of the three eastern provinces to rebel against Jiling, and wipe out the dying struggle of Qiao Ba's remnants. The prosperous capital became quiet, and the guards around could often see Ye Zixuan standing on the top of the building and looking out.

This afternoon, another group of guards went to guard the just-built Wangyouxuan to avoid being disrupted and destroyed by Qiao Ba’s loyalists. He and the antique shop were beaten, smashed and robbed by the remnants of the Qiao family from time to time. Although it was not a big deal, it also caused a lot of losses.

Therefore, while Ye Zixuan sent people to chase and kill these die-hard elements, he also sent elites to guard important places, and at the same time closed properties with insufficient troops to avoid further losses. On the bright side, there were less than fifty of Ye Gong's disciples who patrolled the prosperous capital back and forth.

It was a moonless night, dark and deep, and the prosperous capital shrouded in rain was quieter, and the guards reduced their patrol frequency compared to usual

Between heaven and earth, the cold wind that represents the coming of the rainy season is howling. It is not cold on the body, but it is very strong from the riverside. Mixed with the atmosphere of vegetation, this is a miserable night, and it is destined to be a night to fall asleep.

In the hazy rain, the capital of the flourishing age shone a little bit of fire, which looked a little hazy. Looking around, it was like countless stars twinkling in the dark.

In the endless darkness by the river, Qinglong shook the sky like a nail, with his legs straddling the shore, standing on the commanding heights, this is also the place where the wind is the strongest, the black raincoat on his body that melted into the darkness , sometimes inflated, sometimes clinging to each other, making a crackling sound, which made the tall figure appear foggy and blurred.

But the lines of the cheeks, as if cut by a knife, had an unusually profound toughness.

Behind Qinglong Zhentian, there is a rather gentle slope, densely packed with people, wearing black night clothes, and even their weapons are wrapped in black cloth, for fear of emitting a little light, all of them have murderous shapes, Their eyes glowed with the phosphorescence of predators, and the cold rain hit their faces, but they didn't feel the slightest chill.

Behind them, there are painting boats dedicated to tourists, swaying in the wind at the moment.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, murder and set fire."

Qinglong Zhentian picked up the high-definition binoculars and took a look, then pricked up his ears to listen, and made sure that there were no abnormal sounds around, so he snorted coldly on his old face: "Young people are young after all, and their vigilance is always poor." It’s a bit late, at night like this, I just sleep with the woman in my arms, and I don’t check the defense line and add some insurance.”

That's what he said, but he didn't directly order to attack. He wanted to wait for a suitable time and also wanted to see if it was safe enough. Qinglong Zhentian personally led the team to fight this time, and what he wanted was victory with a thunderous blow. If he failed, his days as a guild leader would probably be over. City H, Jingcheng, and Qiao Ba failed consecutively, leaving him with no way out.

At this moment, a bald man stood up with a flattering smile on his face: "Master Qinglong, Ye Zixuan took Harbin with a thunderous attack and swept across the Northeast Pole Road. He is also a great general, with so many victories, let alone a young man, even the older generation will inevitably be arrogant."

"It is estimated that Ye Zixuan feels that he is invincible in the world, so how can he behave like a man with his tail between his legs?"

The bald man with the Longzhuang logo on his chest had a very bright and gentle smile: "Besides, Ye Gong is strictly on guard, how can he be worthy of the imperial conquest of the leader of the Qinglong clan?"

"Long Yuan, your kid is getting better at talking."

Qinglong Zhentian glanced at the bald man, and said in a calm voice: "It's much better than your owner, every time you see us old bones, you will give a few smiling faces, but Long Wenjing is half dead all day long, and often If you don't participate in the affairs of the Three Gangs, if you come to attack this time, if you don't bring out your elite gang, I will break off relations with her."

Long Yuan burst into a smile: "The owner of the villa is a little girl, and she has hardly seen any storms. If Sanfang and Dafang hadn't fought fiercely, and the two sides were at odds, how could Mr. Jiang and the others move her out to make a transition? For anything important, you can tell us or the young master directly, Longzhuang will definitely not lose the chain like Long Wenjing."

Qinglong Zhentian could hear the meaning in the words, and smiled faintly: "After destroying Hacheng Ye Palace this time, I will sue Long Wenjing for his ineffectiveness, and it is better to let Young Master Long take over."

Long Yuan was shocked when he heard the words, and then he was full of fighting spirit: "Don't worry, the leader of Qinglong, he will definitely kill Ye Gong without leaving a piece of armor. Four hundred brothers, killing 50 of him is more than enough."

Qinglong Zhentian nodded, then glanced at his watch, then at the hazy garden in front of him, and waved his hand: "Go!"

Following his gesture, Long Yuan was the first to rush out from the slope, holding a saber and pushing forward, he rolled over a bush like a civet, and the hundreds of people behind him immediately dispersed from both sides Moving forward, and then jumped over the grass one after another, and then Qinglong Zhentian also bent down and moved forward, slowly approaching with two hundred disciples.

At the end, there were a hundred or so women in Tsing Yi, all wearing masks, with indifferent but fierce eyes.

Judging from their swift movements on the grass, but only a slight sound, more than 400 people are all strictly trained assassins. They know how to cover and sneak attack without being detected. An expert in this way, Qinglong Zhentian is as agile as a cheetah, it is difficult to catch shadows.

The capital of the prosperous age is like Qinglong Zhentian. According to their judgment and observation, there are no people staying behind. Almost only the entrances of several buildings are lit.

And the gate in their field of vision has only two energy-saving lamps. The four Ye Gong disciples in sight did not patrol as usual, but hid in the sentry box out of the rain and yawned, holding the A deck of cards for entertainment, and there are seven or eight bottles of beer scattered beside them. Obviously, the night is long, and the only way to get through it is to drink and play cards.

Just when Qinglong Zhentian made an attacking gesture to his accomplices, the four Ye Gong disciples suddenly argued and pushed and pulled a few times, one of them hit the glass and was injured, and then the three of them cursed and helped him into the bandage, Qinglong Zhentian could still Hearing the "bang bang" slamming of the door, he guessed a little and knew that there must be a dispute over playing cards, and finally they broke up.

Taking advantage of the four people opening the door and entering, Qinglong Zhentian turned his head slightly, not letting go of this good opportunity: "Go."

Hundreds of people bent over with weapons and rushed towards the gate like civets. Compared with the high walls lined with iron wire and glass, the gate is the best entrance and exit, and can avoid being discovered. Qinglong Zhentian and his party They quickly entered through the gate, and from the point of view that there was no trace of doubt when they walked forward, they knew the layout of the prosperous capital well.

Not only do they have a precise map inside, they even know exactly where there are guard posts.

The four Ye Gong disciples entered a building. The hall inside was lit with lights and bursts of laughter. Looking at the lights that were confused by the rain, several mahjong tables were clearly visible.

There wasn't a single Ye Gong guard, so it was too rainy and too cold, so they all gathered inside to have fun.

"Except for the three halls of Ye Gong, the rest are mobs, 50 people form a team, and bloodbath Ye Gong for me."

Qinglong Zhentian sneered and gestured: "Kill!"

Long Yuan and the others sank their weapons, and were about to divide into teams to kill all the dogs and dogs in the prosperous capital, when the surrounding lights dimmed by the rain suddenly went out, leaving only a light on the top of the villa where Ye Zixuan was, and the blue dragon shook the sky Their vision subconsciously went dark, their movements stopped, and they opened it again, only to see that the doors of the surrounding small buildings were closed tightly.

The windows that were originally opened were instantly blocked by iron plates. At the same time, a three-meter-high iron grid was being pulled out of the soil in the middle of the eight small buildings that looked like gossip. The stones flew randomly, instantly connecting the eight small buildings into one, leaving only the main road leading to the gate, leaving a gap in the encirclement.

When Qinglong Zhentian and the others changed their expressions, a deep rubbing sound sounded.

Then the piercing and forceful voice tore through the night sky, Qinglong Zhentian and the others were startled and surprised, but they didn't know what happened. Then they found that there was an iron gate on the open gate, like a moat bridge, slowly closing the gate they rushed in. The speed is not very fast, but Qinglong Zhentian knows that 400 people will definitely not be able to rush out before it blocks the entrance.

That is a slow but desperate speed!

The sound of iron bars dragging on the ground trembled the night sky, and the glass of many houses buzzed accordingly, and the rainwater from the leaves and eaves was also shaken down one after another. The Qinglong shook the sky and they stopped their steps to retreat again. Long Yuan grabbed a spy: "What's going on?"

The spy who had been staring at Ye Gong was pale, he didn't know how to respond to Long Yuan, and he didn't know why there was such a thing?
Seeing the tightly blocked doors and windows around them, as well as the heavy and frightening iron bars, the corners of everyone's mouths couldn't stop twitching, and their hands holding weapons tightened and tightened.

Qinglong Zhentian reacted and shouted at everyone: "Rush out!"

A dozen or so backward members of the Qinglong Gang immediately turned around, but as soon as they approached the iron gate, a row of men in black flashed past the door, raised their left hand, and aggressively shot a series of sharp arrows.

The arrows were flying, and it was very shrill in the rainy sky.

The bodies of the six people shook instantly, and they fell into the rain with a scream, and the ground was stained red with blood.

Seeing this, the other members of the Qinglong Gang subconsciously fell to the sides, not daring to rush towards the door carelessly.

An iron gate weighing at least a thousand catties blocked the gate, completely turning the prosperous capital into a cage, and the garden into a caged place.

But Qinglong Zhentian and the others became the prey in the cage.

As a flash of lightning struck across the night sky, footsteps sounded from the third floor of Ye Zixuan's middle palace. More than 30 people poured out from behind the blocked iron grid. The tall and straight young man in white clothes, when he took a step forward, his figure gave the people looking up a feeling of stinging eyes.

Hundreds and three gangs raised their left hands and pointed crossbow arrows at the people above.

As if his heart was falling into the abyss, Qinglong Zhentian opened his mouth and gritted his teeth: "You are so despicable."

(End of this chapter)