The Nameless of the Common Clans

"Old man, do you want to die?" Outside the simple hut that had been kicked down, the leader of the Taiping Sect finally lost his patience. Looking at the old man who refused to take any advice and just stayed on the ground, his anger disappeared. Instead, he laughed, just a bit ferocious, and slowly approached with a knife.

However, the old man was not afraid. He stuck his neck and said, "Just kill him. It's better than doing such treasonous things like you and other traitors!"

"The old thief is looking for death!" The leader's eyes flashed fiercely, and he slashed down with the sword in his hand.

The bright head flew up, and blood kept pouring out from the cavity. The people around him suddenly became a little commotion. Chen Mo was in the crowd, looking at the people gathered in a circle, but no one came close. He suddenly pushed hard with both hands. He had been eating all these days. There was no shortage, and with the daily standing and training through the methods taught by the system gods, his strength increased a lot. Everyone was caught off guard and he pushed a few down, but there was no real chaos.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Mo turned sideways and slammed into the crowd. The man who was shaken by his push fell directly to the ground. The crowd in front didn't know what happened behind them, and they were suddenly pushed and became more chaotic.

It was not as chaotic as he imagined, which made Chen Mo frown slightly. It was different from what he imagined.

"You kid, why are you pushing so hard?" A man turned his head angrily and cursed when he saw Chen Mo.

The reality was different from his imagination. He seemed to have overestimated his own strength. Chen Mo had no choice but to squeeze into the crowd.

However, although the entire crowd was not pushed forward as Chen Mo expected, the leader walked towards the crowd and shouted sternly: "What are you looking at? Follow me out of the camp. Today my troops will attack the city wall. If there are any who are timid, what falls on you today will not be a whip!”

He had just beheaded the old man, and his body was spattered with blood. He was shouting so fiercely at this moment, and there was a fierceness in it. Everyone was afraid, and they were avoiding each other. However, the leader seemed to be a little more arrogant, and he rushed into the crowd and walked away. If you move a little slowly, you will be kicked by him. The weaker one will fall to the ground unsteadily, making the crowd more chaotic.

Chen Mo was holding the wooden thorn and was thinking hard about a way. Suddenly he felt that there was more light in front of him, but the man was lining up the crowd and was passing by him not far away. The crowd was squeezed out of a way, but it was not wide.

Chen Mo saw this, but his face showed joy. He couldn't push a group of people, but if there were only a few people in front of him, he could still try. He turned sideways, and when the leader passed by, he pushed forward with his shoulders, and almost The man was caught off guard and leaned forward, hugging the leader.

"Um?"

Just when the leader felt that he was powerful, someone suddenly jumped on him. When Yuanmu opened his eyes and was about to show off his power, he suddenly felt pain in his back and screamed in pain. Old Yuan stared with his eyes and reached out to touch his waist. I felt something on my lower back. My hands were wet and warm. When I stopped to look, my hands were full of blood.

But it was Chen Mo who took advantage of the crowd to press forward and took advantage of his short stature to catch up with him. When the leader was angry, he pierced the opponent's waist with the wooden thorn in his hand.

Regardless of the outcome, Chen Mo immediately turned around and squeezed out of the crowd after succeeding in the attack.

"Who pushed me!?" A group of people saw that they bumped into the leader. They looked frightened. They turned their heads and yelled and cursed behind them. They quickly got out of the way to avoid being beaten and scolded by the leader. They looked at the leader with some anxiety.

The leader stood frozen on the spot, reaching out to cover his lower back. On a piece of wood, blood was constantly flowing down. However, in this moment, a pool had gathered on the ground, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Don't pull it out!" The leader's face turned pale, and he looked at the people around him tremblingly. Several Taiping soldiers under him came forward to help him pull out the wooden thorn, but he stopped him. If he pulls it out, , he was afraid that he would die immediately: "Go and call someone! Get the doctor! Kill all these untouchables!"

"Here!" A Taiping Sect soldier agreed, turned around and left.

Others slashed at the surrounding crowd with knives.

The destiny is over!

In the crowd, Chen Mo did not go far. He changed direction, wiped the blood on his hands, looked at the leader carefully, and only turned around and left after confirming that the opponent's fate had disappeared.

"The Taiping Cult is killing people!!"

Seeing that several people were chopped down by the Taiping Cult people in an instant, the crowd around them was completely in chaos. Dalang and Dui in the distance saw the chaos here, and quickly yelled in the crowd, and they were no longer needed. When he exerted his strength again, some people started shouting because the Taiping Cult people were hacking at them, and the scene became completely chaotic.

Some people ran out in fear, some stopped in place and wanted to watch the excitement, and some had relatives who were killed by the Taiping Cult for no reason. They roared and stepped forward to fight the Taiping Cult people. This small military camp was completely in chaos.

Chen Mo took advantage of the chaos and broke away from the crowd and quickly walked into the cannon fodder tent. After seeing the complete chaos, Dalang and Ah Dai had already escaped immediately according to Chen Mo's instructions. When they saw Chen Mo coming back, they hurriedly greeted him: "What's going on?"

"Dead! Let's move to another place. If something like this happens, the Taiping Cult people will definitely not give up." Chen Mo said as he put his bow and arrow on his back, helped his mother up, picked up Heizi and walked out. .

"Brother Ergou, what should we do here?" Dui was reluctant to look at their tent. They had put a lot of effort into this tent and were quite used to it.

"Building a new one, are you really planning to live here forever?" Dalang glanced at Duan and said.

"Let's go!" Chen Mo, carrying his luggage, frowned as he watched the sound of fighting getting weaker and weaker not far away.

There were only six people in total. They wanted to kill people among hundreds of people, which caused resistance. He didn't think these people could survive. However, the real trouble was the next thing, the general named Zhou Fang...

Thinking of Zhou Fang's order to kill without hesitation the day before, although this time it was a riot of hundreds of people, if Zhou Fang was determined to suppress it, if he didn't run, he might be in danger of his life.

Although Chen Mo carefully checked the fate and luck of everyone and found no changes, Chen Mo was still worried and had to move.

"Oh~"

The three of them protected Chen's mother and Aunt Cai and began to walk towards the battlefield while the chaos was here. The camps in other places were empty. If they went there at this time, they might be chopped by the Taiping Sect soldiers who stayed behind. It would be safer to go to the battlefield, and they could also see if the arrow book they sent yesterday was received by the people in the city.

The result was better than Chen Mo imagined. When they arrived at the battlefield, they saw that there was a striking wooden stake erected every ten steps on the city wall.

"It's done!"