Qin Dynasty Novelist

On the avenue in front of the state prison, the patrolling soldiers remained the same, and there was no difference from other times. Before the entrance, eight elite soldiers in armor guarded and stared forward, strictly checking anyone who approached.

An hour later!

On the many streets in the entire northern city, there is no strange scene.

There were no strangers on the road in front of the prison.

Two hours later.

Still.

"General, those eight people are about to change their guards!"

The eight people in front of the prison's entrance rotated every four hours, constantly changing, so that the guards in front of the entrance were more energetic and vigilant. Ying Lun also waited in the dark for more than two hours.

Hearing a word from the soldier next to him, he nodded, but said nothing.

Dozens of breaths passed, eight people took turns, and a new eight people appeared in front of the entrance of the prison, holding spears, standing in front of the entrance majestically.

After half a column of incense.

Accompanied by a short five-breathing vacancy on patrol in front of the street, the eight people in front of the entrance moved quickly. At this point, the entrance of the state prison was easily opened, and the eight people quickly entered.

At the same time, at an unknown time, another eight people appeared from other directions to make up for this position. After that, the patrolling soldiers in the distance appeared, and everything remained the same.

"General?"

Everything floats in the depths of Ying Lun's eyes, and the soldiers next to him can see everything in front of them.

"Sixteen people?"

Ying Lun let out a light sigh. They were able to replace the eight people who took over, which is a bit of a farmer's skill, but at most there are only sixteen people, which is far from the hundreds of people from the farmer's net.

One hand slowly landed on the saber with him.

Those farmers have been in Xianyang for a while, and they should understand the strength here in Beicheng. It is purely delusional to want to save people with sixteen people.

"General, should we do it now?"

The soldiers next to me couldn't help it.

"Don't worry, these sixteen people are nothing but young people."

"With the authority of those eight people, it is impossible to enter the deepest part."

"So, it's not enough!"

Ying Lun frowned and shook his head. He had heard about the strength of the farmer himself.

"But... the rest of the farmers are definitely nearby, order them to go down and closely monitor Beicheng."

After that, another word fell.

"Yes, General."

An order was issued.

"Well, eight more?"

Not long after, what Ying Lun looked at, before the entrance of the prison, taking advantage of the gap, eight more men dressed in Qin Bing costumes appeared, the entrance was opened again, and eight more people entered.

Not long after, eight more people appeared.

Going back and forth like this, in just a hundred breaths, more than [-] people entered the state prison.

"Forty people!"

"not enough!"

Although there were already quite a few people, Ying Lun still didn't make a move.

I know the layout of the state prison. According to the news released, all members of the farm family and the Mo family are imprisoned in the deepest part of the state prison. It is impossible to rescue them without more than half a stick of incense.

Moreover, deep in the prison, I will give them a surprise.

An incense stick of time passed.

No one else came, and there was no movement in the prison.

As far as their eyes were concerned, the eight people in front of the entrance seemed to have noticed something, moved for it, looked at each other, and wanted to leave.

As soon as the figure moved for it, in an instant, feather arrows fell from the sky.

"General!"

"Of the thirty-two peasant disciples in the state prison, eighteen were killed, and the remaining fourteen were captured. We are interrogating them about the details of their trip."

Not long after, before the entrance of the state prison, Ying Lun looked a little ugly when he saw the eight people who had been shot dead. This was not the result he wanted, and he kicked hard on the long-dead body.

"Give me a strong torture."

"I want to know the farmer's plan as soon as possible."

Looking around the silent Xu Ming, Ying Lun said bitterly when there was no movement.

"There are spies from the Qin State in the farmhouse?"

At the same time, in a dark place far away from the entrance of the prison, a group of people quietly appeared, looked in the direction of the prison, and recalled the scene of arrows bursting out of the sky.