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Chapter 440 Rebels, Unforgivable Death! (6)

Rebels are unpardonable! (6)

Seeing the finger he raised towards her, Yun Chu lightly raised the corners of his lips.

At the same time, on the two wings of the camp, Chen Qi and Luo Shuisheng also disarmed the sentries at the same time, and immediately poured the spare lamp oil carefully on the ground. After making all preparations, the two raised their right hands and gave a thumbs up at the same time.

This was a signal to Yunchu that preparations were complete.

Upon receiving the signal, Yun Chu moved the muzzle of the gun, aimed at Zhao Hu, who was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes by a boulder, with a tough scar on his face, and then pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through the silencer, pierced the air, and passed through the night sky.

Zhao Hu opened his eyes suddenly.

At the same time, the bullet had already rotated at high speed and shot into his forehead.

Zhao Hu's body froze, and then he fell down weakly on the boulder.

On the side, the two subordinates heard the voice, opened their eyes and turned their faces, seeing the blood overflowing from the center of the chief general's eyebrows, they were shocked.

"General, general?!"

"There are assassins, everyone beware!"

……

Suddenly, the whole battalion woke up.

Not far away, Chen Qihe and Luo Shuisheng dropped the fire lead at the same time.

call!
The fire fell on the lamp oil, and the flames ignited immediately. The dry spring day, the hay of last year immediately burned.

The wind took advantage of the wind, and the surging flames instantly became one piece. Beforehand, Shen Fengchu had already observed the wind direction, and the camp was just downwind of the fire.

"It's on fire, run!"

More than two hundred people are all awake.

After the flames, Chen Qi and Luo Shuisheng unceremoniously raised the steel crossbow they had seized.

The crossbow arrows roared and shot out, taking the lives of a dozen people in an instant.

Zhao Hu's men, who woke up in a panic, saw the fire coming, and there were crossbow arrows behind them, and instinctively fled towards the exit reserved by the two of them.

In midair, the silver light is like electricity.

The arrows passed by, and the few people who rushed in front flew up at the same time, screaming and falling, and there was a thin line of blood on everyone's neck.

One person landed silently on the grass.

Ink hair and red clothes, in the right hand, a sharp sword, pointing obliquely to the ground.

There was no blood on the sword body.

"His Royal Highness?!"

Looking at Shen Fengchu who was holding a slanted sword in front of him, the expressions of all the Northwest Army changed drastically.

The person in front of him, with a serious face, stood alone at the exit, but he seemed to be in charge of everything.

Is this person really that dude in Northwest County who only knows how to drink and have fun? !

"Northwest military regulations, what is the first article of Chapter 1?!"

Raising his eyes, his eyes slowly passed over the crowd, Shen Fengchu asked in a deep voice.

No one answered, although the purpose of their visit was to kill him.

But now, seeing him kill several people with one sword, with such domineering arrogance, everyone has been captured by his battle, how can he have the courage to speak.

"Northwest Military Regulations, Chapter 1, Article [-]." Shen Fengchu slowly raised his fingers around his fingers, and pointed his sword at the crowd, "Northwestern soldiers, loyalty is the first word, rebels, death is unforgivable!"

Because of the injection of internal force, the soft sword that can be wrapped around the fingers is straight like a gun at this moment, and there is a faint silver light overflowing from the sword.

"Everyone, don't be afraid, with so many of us, could we still be no match for him? Kill him!" one of Zhao Hu's confidantes shouted and swung his knife.

Shen Fengchu shook his sword.

The fingers circled up like a spirit snake, and the tip of the knife pierced straight into the palm of the subordinate.

With a scream, the subordinate waved his hand with a palm.

Shen Fengchu raised his wrist.

The man flew straight up and fell into the flames.

(End of this chapter)