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Just one face-to-face, the other party fell almost half of the people.

This is not a tramp, and the horse bandits are not as fierce as they are.

The Tatar leader, who was once a horse bandit, panicked.

He turned around abruptly and saw the three Wang Yan's subordinates coldly waving their knives. His Qingpi subordinates were desperately waving various weapons, but they couldn't touch the three at all.

The blood spurted out of the scoffing sound very clear. In the screams, the Tatar leader screamed: "I'll run to you with someone!"

He has more experience in slums than Wang Yan and others. If Wang Yan and others want to make a career in the slums, there are always not too many people.

So he turned around again to face Wang Yan who had already rushed in front of him, and raised his hand: "I wish..."

Wang Yan wiped his neck with a knife.

In a short period of time, most of these land ruffians were slaughtered by six people including Wang Yan. When the leader fell, the remaining people were dumbfounded, and then yelled and prepared to escape.

Without Wang Yan's order, as soon as everyone rushed to catch up, the fast-rising enemies fell to the ground one after another.

These are almost the best soldiers of this era, and under the tempering of various methods, Fang Xing is confident that their killing methods are invincible in the world.

Tonight's ambush was like a farce, and a group of green-skinned ruffians probably also killed people, thinking they were invincible in the world.

But after Wang Yan and the others, who they regarded as the little white rabbit, did their work, they only found tragically that they were the little white rabbit.

The last few enemies probably felt that they could not chase the soldiers, so they abandoned their swords and kneeled down.

The fear of feces and urine made Wang Yan somewhat uninterested: "This is not training soldiers, it's slaughter."

It was over there soon. Xiao Guwei took people to treat the wounds on the corpses, so that people must see the effect of hacking to death.

Chen Deng came over and looked very relaxed.

"My lord, do you want to bury it."

Wang Yan nodded and said, "Don't be careless at the critical moment. Just bury it when you are done."

It was late at night after the treatment, but there were no sergeants here to inspect. This confirmed some of Wang Yan's thoughts.

"Zheergan must have thought it was revenge among officials, so tonight is only the rich and powerful settlements will be more lively."

Chen Deng said: "The hands of Meier are mixed, and there are a lot of courageous fights, and there are a lot of contradictions between each other. If you are not careful, you can't suppress it. When the time comes, the fire will be Samarkand!"

Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, "We can't expect much, and we're ready to do it when we turn around."

They disappeared into the night with a smell of blood, but Meiergan was awakened for the second time, and the anger in his stomach had nowhere to vent.

"Another one died?"

He looked at the officials with different looks, and said tiredly: "Who did it?"

No one answered, even if they hadn't done it before, even the people with the deepest suspicions couldn't answer.

At this time, whoever answers will be passive, either suspicious or hateful.

Silence is not a good way, at least Meiergan can't tell whose team these courtiers are standing on.

At present, he only trusts those who started his career, but the courtiers who joined later have integrated into the upper class of Halle. Once it is cleaned, the cost is not high.

If it were in the Ming Dynasty, whether it was the Hongwu year, when officials were lacking, or the Yongle year, when they were enemies of the world, the two heroes had the courage to start anew.

And Zhu Erqian was obviously not the hero, so he was observing these courtiers calmly.

And these courtiers are also guessing who did it and whether they can benefit from it.

Assassinations are probably the most disturbing and angry means in political activities. Who makes the hands is now not the most important thing. At present, everyone is concerned about whether this wave of assassinations will increase.

There were some courtiers who had made suggestions under the command of several princes. After Meier took over Halle, he took in these people as evidence of his own broad-mindedness.

These people are born with the label of distrust, and the possibility of being in Cao Ying's heart is in Han.

So at this moment they were repelled by the old courtiers who were doing the work.

The undercurrent surging Meierqian was also aware of it, but at present he could not exert too much pressure, otherwise it would break the balance.

The courtiers seemed to be very respectful, and Meiergan sighed secretly, and said: "Since he lost to Mingren, Harlech has been torn apart, and then internal disputes continue. Now Harleh is united again, but we must be vigilant, and be vigilant. Mingren, so this is not a time for infighting."

He hesitated for a while, and finally said the hidden worry in his heart: "And that ally, we must maintain a high level of alert to ensure that Harleh will not become someone else's mouth food."

These words can be described as earnest and sincere, and they are said by Zhuergan as the monarch, which is even more heart-breaking.

"We have not yet reached the point of peace of mind, things are threatened, so we should join hands instead of fighting over and over."

While talking, Meier was also observing the courtiers. Seeing a few people raised their heads, their expressions sighed, and she couldn't help but feel slightly happy.

Monarchs, especially the founding monarchs, who have good eloquence can take advantage of others.

Meiergan disgusted and compromised with his courtiers, but he would unify Harleh. All forces are in the process of integration, and there are still many secret opponents. But he doesn't have the prestige of the hero, so he needs to solve them one by one.

It was late at night, and someone below yawned invisibly, but the sound spread far in the quiet environment.

Meier didn't move.

The courtiers can't move either!

This is a temptation.

After today's revenge assassination took place, Meiergan needs to create an irritating environment, and then see who has ambitions and who owns the city.

He rested his cheeks in his hands as if he was dozing off, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Those courtiers were exhausted, and there was some disturbing restlessness below.

Just then ~www.readwn.com~ an officer walked in.

The atmosphere below immediately relaxed a bit. Meiergan sighed in his heart, and when the officer approached, he asked, "Have you caught it?"

He left these courtiers, one is to observe, and the other is to wait for the result.

He held the hilt of the short sword in his left hand, which was left after the old Wang committed suicide, representing shame and sturdiness.

He is eager to take revenge with this short sword, and before that, he must first straighten out the internal relations of Halle.

The officer's body was damp and cold, and he whispered: "Wang, they rushed in directly. The room is like a slaughter scene. The smell of blood can make people vomit. According to our experience, there must be some of those people. People in the army, yes, otherwise they would not be so calm..."

Meier sighed dryly: "I just want to know if I caught it?"

The officer shook his head awkwardly: "No, they are veterans. They ran away after the murder. Unless the city is searched, we will not be able to catch the murderer."

This is a tactical suggestion, but it is a big mistake strategically.

Meiergan looked at the courtiers and sighed: "We are still in crisis, so we need to work hard. Okay, let's go back."

Watching the courtiers slowly go out, Meierqian waved slightly, and the officer leaned over and leaned down.

The beard trembled slightly, and his eyes followed the courtiers indifferently, and Meier said softly: "Watch them closely to see who the traitor is."

The officer nodded and suggested again: "King, the murderer must still smell of blood, search the whole city."

"That will panic."

Meier didn't care about the death of the two courtiers, not to mention the dog biting the dog in his eyes.

"Samarkand needs stability. When the meat fan is about to fully intervene in Halle, what we need is stability!"

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