Poor horse bandit, he didn't even know who sent him on his way.

"The seventh one." Zhao Yun swept the battlefield hastily and disappeared.

"Eighth." In the east of the village, Coach Lin, who fights guerrillas,

He was also counting secretly. Wutong Town was big enough and dark enough at night. He was familiar with the terrain and had the help of the villagers, so he could do it accurately.

"Second Master, something is wrong!"

Here, the middle-aged robbers surrounding Scar frowned.

Standing here and listening, the sounds that come and go are all wailing sounds.

"Damn."

The middle-aged Scar gritted his teeth and finally reacted.

This Wutong Town is just a trap, and the gang of unscrupulous people are running around in circles to carry out sneak attacks.

"Set fire, burn down the house."

He didn't talk nonsense and shouted loudly, which echoed through half the village.

After giving the order, a group of robbers were seen running in all directions, riding tall horses, galloping unscrupulously through the streets and alleys, and throwing torches unscrupulously.

For a moment, the dim Wutong Town was engulfed in flames.

Seeing this, Coach Lin's eyes became bloodshot.

Zhao Yun's eyes were also full of coldness, and there was a look of violence on his face.
Chapter completed!