Bran's third encirclement and suppression of the Gray-Clothed Army's garrison failed again!

Although the result of this time was annihilation of the entire army, it was just a tactical term. Of course, it did not mean that all soldiers were killed. Not to mention that the incident happened suddenly, Oumeng had not had time to send troops to surround him. Even if it was a full siege, it would be impossible that 80,000 soldiers could not escape. In fact, there were still many people who escaped, such as the middle-aged deputy general-level official who could escape, so there were naturally more ordinary soldiers.

In this way, the news naturally cannot be concealed. The first force to get the exact news was the Northern Military Office, but of course they could not announce it immediately. It was not that there was still some luck, but that some defeats still took some time to digest them.

The second is Joshia and the others. This speed does not mean that someone has entered the military office. To be precise, this news was bought through the hands of the thieves. As the saying goes, the dragon has a dragon's journey, and the rat has a rat's path. Recently, this information is the most sensitive and valuable. Those thieves with a keen sense of smell and specialize in this industry naturally cannot let go. After some deserters rushed out of the 100,000 mountains, they were waiting for them...

Since Joshia heard about this news, she was naturally overjoyed and released it as soon as possible. In this way, the people who compiled newspapers in various cities were in trouble again. The newspapers were published once a day, and they could not defend immediately. How to defend themselves? She had been arrogant for more than ten days before, and said with certainty that the gray-clothed army would be crushed directly. Now the regular soldiers collapsed before they lasted for a few days. Is there any more naked slap in the face than this?

First, the cities around the 100,000 mountains spread to the north... By the next morning, more than a dozen cities had posted propaganda posters of the gray-clothed army!

The propaganda offices of various cities did not receive orders or negotiated. However, they adopted a unified attitude, that is silence. The newspapers were published normally, but they just didn't mention any matters about the gray-clothed army. It seemed that the arrogant remarks in the first ten days were not what they said...

However, this matter was so popular that they had previously fired, so the public's reaction would not be depressed by the newspaper's ignorance.

It is not considered a celebration for the whole world, but now in the hearts of most people, the weight of the gray-clothed army is undoubtedly much heavier.

No matter which world, there are only a few ideals. Compared to the oppressed people, the poor people in the farm who choose to resist are mostly realistic. The propaganda of the gray-clothed army is very attractive and they are also envious, but relatively speaking, they still hope to see something more practical. Although everyone knows that strength needs them to participate, take risks, and fight to accumulate, but who doesn’t want to enjoy the fruits?

This is related to people's nature of seeking profit and avoiding harm. Whether it is derogatory or reasoning... Now these are no longer important. The gray-clothed army proved themselves and demonstrated their strength. This is enough.

Some urban people began to feel a little excited... If the propaganda of the Gray Clothes Army first made them feel a little shaken on their spiritual level, then these shakens will finally begin to be implemented!

At this moment, a gray-clothed military propaganda poster appeared in various cities one after another. This time it was not a comic book form, but a city, a large city called Dawn City.

Bran naturally knew about the news about Dawn City. Even in the Northern Military Office, officers had already begun to study siege strategies for the city that was orally written by the soldiers who fled back. The local propaganda offices also knew, but now they took the description of the city they had thought about before, but now they dared not publish it. The reason is very simple... If this is a copycat place, they would immediately put it on the front page of the newspaper and mock it so that the people would recognize the reality. But now the city wall is nearly ten feet high, and all kinds of guarding the city are complete, and the area inside is even more large. If published, it would make the people yearn for it!

But if they don’t do it, Joshia and the others will not miss this opportunity. They will decisively release the news of Dawn City while the discussion is in full swing.

Needless to say, this is naturally a hot topic of discussion among the public. Many people even tore it off and hid it home secretly. Although it is not possible to see from the picture that there is anything great about this Shuguang City, as long as we know that this city can withstand the attack of 80,000 regular soldiers, that is enough.

With strength and a place to settle down... the people have a greater likeness for the gray-clothed army. It can be said that if the main road leading to the 100,000 mountains were blocked layer by layer, there might be someone who would have defected now.

The trend is over... At this time, the propaganda departments of various cities have basically given up the counterattack. The Northern Military Office issued an order, and then publish a few articles that are not painful. If you don't receive the order, then continue to ignore it.

Of course they knew how subtle the situation was. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was just a powder barrel, just a little bit. But what should you do if you asked them to do? You have to find an excuse to refute. Your military department brought in nearly 200,000 soldiers, but in the end, he simply suffered three defeats. He couldn't find where the horse's legs were if he wanted to shoot the horse...

Compared with the annoying Propaganda Department, the life of the Security Department is much better. The solutions that those smart people came up with were soon quietly promoted in various cities in the north. What, do you want to catch the propaganda personnel of the gray-clothed army? Simple, I will pick up a few people from the prison who were half dead and sent to you. Is the prison empty? It’s also simple, go out for a walk and catch a few black people. Help the personnel take the lead...

As for Donn and Joshia in Stan City, they have also begun to become busy recently.

Especially Joshia, she improved the addresses of secret institutions in various cities, studied publicity strategies, and collected various intelligence... She was busy with her, but fortunately her subordinates were still very powerful and shared a lot of specific work.

However, the most troublesome thing is the recent turmoil. Although the people in the Security Department have found a way to deal with the above, this does not mean that they do not want to solve the problem once and for all. There is news that a secret agency point in a city has been removed, and most of the casualties are inside. Fortunately, the city is not far from Stan City...

...

In the evening, prison, gloomy corridor, dim flames.

As a place of punishment, the environment here will naturally not be very good, with a unique smell of moldy corners. In addition, the grim wind howls come from time to time, normal people will tremble for a while when passing by.

"Has I been asked? Damn, I'm almost starving to death."

"Boss, are you still worried about my skills? Hehe, it's almost done. At most, there will be another half an hour to ensure that they even explain the number of women they have worked with in this life."

"That's good... dim sum. Many big shots are waiting for news here. As long as you get something, your bounty will be indispensable!"

"Hehe, no problem... Or, I'll give you some performances on the spot?"

"Get out, I don't want to lose my appetite later... Well, I'll go out to find some food first, and bring you some bottles of wine when I come back."

"Oh, how dare you... Thank you."

"Get out, get out, you'll smell bloody as soon as you get closer."

"hey-hey……"

As he spoke, a closed iron door opened. A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears and a mouth full of black beard walked out. A man with a gloomy appearance and an iron hook on his left glove bowed and sent him to see him with great sincerity.

"Go and do things, it's best if I come back and see it... Uh?" Before he finished speaking, the fat middle-aged man who turned around and wanted to leave suddenly was stunned, staring at the prison guards who fell down on both sides of the dark corridor.

"Head, what's wrong?" The man behind was inside the door, unable to see the situation outside. He couldn't help but ask in surprise as he looked at the fat middle-aged man's steps. Then he took a step forward and looked out. "Uh..." His eyes suddenly widened. In his sight, a man in black stood quietly in front of the fat man, holding a belt in one hand and stabbing the dagger in the other hand into his heart.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The man in black released the belt on his hand, and the fat middle-aged man leaned on the right side of the door, and the man with the iron hook lay on the fat middle-aged man. The two formed a strange position, but neither fell down.

With the gap between the two, the man in black narrowed his eyes and looked into the room. About a dozen bloody people were tied to the iron pillars, and behind them were all kinds of blood-stained torture instruments. In front of them were seven or eight people in prison uniforms, some were torture, some were soaking red soldering irons, and one was sitting behind a low table, holding a pen and writing something...

Haha... The man in black grinned and smiled silently, then pressed his two dead hands in front of him, huh, huh, one fat and one thin, and the two bodies crashed into the room like shells. Then he became shorter, rushed in quickly, and closed the iron door casually.

"Head? Why are you...uh?"

"Be careful, there are enemies..."

"Where, why can't I see it?"

"In you...ah..."

"Behind you, a teammate like a pig!"

In just a few seconds, with the strange sigh, the room quieted again. The sound insulation effect of the thick iron door was good, probably to prevent the screams inside from being too loud. But now, it is isolated from the call for help and warning sounds of these guards.

In the room, the people tied to the iron pillar were staring at the prison executioner who was torturing them just now but now they have become corpses lying all over the ground, unable to speak.

The man in black who succeeded in the raid had no intention of rescue immediately. He pushed down the body on the table, picked up the stack of paper on the table, flirted a few times, and then threw it into the fireplace behind him.

Papa, he slapped his palm twice, and was awakened by the people tied up. The man in black took off his cover and spread his hands, with no expression on his ordinary face: "Introduce yourself, my name is Tang En. Eun, someone should know me, right?"

"Tang En..."

"Captain Tang?"

"That's great, Captain, save us..."

Several people screamed hesitantly, then looked surprised.

"Oh, very good, it seems that I'm a little famous." Tang En shrugged, and then shook his head slightly, and said calmly, "Sorry, although someone asked me to save me, I changed my mind... Well, everyone knows Colin, right?"

The few people were tied up and bowed their heads sadly. Of course, they knew who Colin was, the hero who was caught during the first city publicity, and later fought back and killed another person, and finally committed suicide.

"Some things are unfair, but there is no way..." Tang En walked to the fireplace, separated several piles of firewood, put down a red crystal, and turned around: "You all know what it means to join this organization, and you have also been trained. When the organization was broken, I think someone must have been killed and someone committed suicide..."

Hurry up, picked up a thick chain, "But you survived... I don't want to know whether you were injured and captured, knocked out, or... greedy for life and fear of death." He paused and walked towards the iron gate, "Don't misunderstand, this greedy for life and fear of death is not a curse. Everyone has only one life, and it is normal to be stingy." The chain kept wrapping around the handle of the iron gate, "But since you are still alive, I can only send you to death! You can be angry, angry, cursed... It's normal, I can understand. Start to report your name first, which means you have a target for venting. Finally..."

He walked out the door with the chains, Tang En turned his head and said lightly: "You will all become martyrs and be remembered by the descendants of the gray-clothed army. Well, goodbye!" He bowed, wrapped around the chains, and slowly closed the iron door.

"Captain Tang..." A man tied up in the middle suddenly looked up, with a complicated expression, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

Bang, the iron door closed, and the chains formed a dead knot.
Chapter completed!