On the east side of the city, the fourth floor of the library.

"Ten minutes! This is the third long bread I ate, it tastes good... Of course, this is not the point, find me a glass of water. Well, the point is that I haven't received any news yet. Even if it's bad news, should you give me an explanation?" Swallowed the third long bread and clapped his hands. Breta asked calmly at the officer standing with his hands hanging around him.

This is not a question. The officers who know Bretta's character are very clear that as long as they implement the plan orders without fail, their general will not blame them even if they fail. On the contrary, if they do not act according to the plan, the result will be difficult to say... So as soon as Bretta finished speaking, he immediately replied with the nearest officer: "General, the rebel leader is indeed in Shili Lane, Nancheng, accompanied by her and Nalao Bo, who are surrounded by us, but... it's just that there is no result now."

There was no result, so it was naturally because it was not successful. Breta was stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at the military master beside the window frame: "Feich, are you fighting warriors so capable? Can't even take down the cavalry brigade of nearly a thousand people?"

"Wait a little longer, general..." Nafeichi narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky in the south city and said slowly, "It has not been taken off the air, which means that the information is correct. The other party is indeed not an empty-level warrior. Well, it should be the earth level, or perhaps the peak of the earth level. In such a complex environment, although such a strong man is troublesome, the Thousand-Man Cavalry Team and those assassins should be enough... wait and see."

After hesitating, Feiqi still gave a positive answer, but his heart was gradually turbulent. He was also a fighting warrior. Or to be precise, the ground-level strongman in the army, so he naturally knew the power of the thousand elite heavy cavalry. Although the cavalry could not charge due to the terrain, the cavalry that had dismounted the horse was at least elite soldiers, and those assassins who were good at fighting in the streets were guided by him. After more than ten minutes, the encirclement should have been killed, and there should be no movement to be transmitted back...

Of course, Bretta didn't know what Feich was thinking, but looking at the hourglass that were gradually passing by, her brows still frowned slightly unconsciously. The situation seemed to be a little out of control...

...

The situation in Shili Lane, Nancheng. It is indeed changing, and the Thousand-Man Cavalry Brigade cannot send back the news.

First, because of shame, we should know that so far, they have not surrounded each other, let alone chopped and stabbed... How did they send the news back? Second, before they knew it, they found that they seemed to have lost in this complex alley and were a little dizzy...

"There is movement in that direction!"

"Hurry, hurry up, get around!"

"Huh, why do you feel farther and farther away...Where is this?"

...

"Damn it, this fog breaks through the alley!" With a bang, a cavalry team that walked into the dead end looked at the thick wall in front of them, and punched the alley beside them with a bitter punch. They cursed dejectedly.

Such curses are not accidental, they are staged almost every moment. Shili Lane is too complicated. The cavalry who have just arrived and have no time to get familiar with the terrain feels a little dizzy when they come in. Coupled with the faint mist, even if they hear the warning sound, they are not far away. But when they turn into several lanes in that direction, they are shocked to find that they seem to have deviated from their destination. When they come back to their senses, they don’t know where they are...

However, it is also necessary to say that the number of cavalry coming in is quite large. Just such a large alley, it goes around. Although I finally lose my direction, I often have mistakes and tricks. For example, now...

As soon as the team of cavalry turned around helplessly, a figure suddenly swept across from his side like wind. "Who!" Before he could draw his sword, two figures appeared at the entrance of the alley, one man and one woman, the man walked side by side with the woman's shoulders, but his speed was not affected at all.

The scene was frozen for a moment. The cavalry team first subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the figure running over. It was a middle-aged man wearing leather armor and covered in blood. His expression could not hide his panic and fear. Now he was staring at the walls of the dead end, with a look of despair... and then turned his head and looked at the man and woman, "Team team..."

I searched for it without any effort. Looking at the Tangen and Joshia who have been searching hard and are now taking the initiative to come to the door, the cavalry were excited, "Captain, it's them, it's them!"

Thunder roared, "Here! Kill!" After more than ten minutes, there was no success. The cavalry captain naturally knew that they could not keep the other party, so he roared first, and the alarm was heard, and then rushed forward with a knife, intending to hold the other party for a moment so that his nearby companions could come to form a siege.

However, Tang En seemed to have not heard of it. He let go of the palm of Joshia's shoulder and stared at the back of the cavalry team. The middle-aged man who was trying to drag his injured leg and jump over the wall, stepped forward: "After all, he is an assassin. Even if his reputation is not good, there is no need to be the official army's tyrant. It's too disgraceful to us, so let me..."

After a moment of pause, he suddenly jumped up in front of the cavalry sword, and stepped on the surrounding walls sideways, crossing over the team of cavalry as if flowing water. "...Clean the portal!" He kicked the wall and jumped in the air like an arrow from the string, and instantly came to the head of the middle-aged assassin and stepped on it with one foot!

With a bang, the middle-aged assassin subconsciously raised his hands and sealed the top. Although he had held the stomp, his body inevitably fell down under the force. He looked desperately at the wall that was so close to him... He knew very well that his hope of vitality would be cut off!

The small cavalry in the rear could not help but rush to see that Tang En had not cut off Tang En, but then looked at Joshia not far away and looked excited again. After all, Joshia was their real target, and compared with Tang En, Joshia obviously seemed to be better at handling it.

However, before the joy was over, Joshia, who was more than ten steps away, raised his arm and rushed towards the cavalry team that rushed towards him instantly set their charge posture. He was shocked and looked down. He saw waves of white mist spread rapidly along the combat boots to his knees. Then the chill was so cold that it instantly turned into crystal clear and solid ice cubes, which nailed their legs and feet firmly to the spot without moving at all.

Yes, compared to Don Eun, Joshia's strength is indeed low. But don't forget that she is also an intermediate magician. Not to mention anything else, she just stands in place and lets chop. This group of cavalry teams may not be able to cut off her magic shield...

The situation here is temporarily stalemate, and Tang En has indeed divided his life and death. The middle-aged assassin is not low, otherwise it would not have been possible to insist on escaping here under Tang En's knife, but that's all... Compared to the encirclement and suppression of cavalry, Tang En hated these pestered assassins more, not to mention that he wanted to achieve the goal of shock, so he naturally saw one kill one, and two saw one kill one and two!

He gasped quickly. "Huh, you can't escape... You can't escape... Huh... I'm waiting for you in hell!" His palms grabbed the dagger that penetrated his heart, and the middle-aged assassin's eyes were resentful and fierce.

"Okay, there is no one I know in heaven anyway." Tang En responded indifferently, and slowly turned the dagger carefully and slowly. A moment before the blood squirted, he slapped the middle-aged assassin's chest. With a bang, he felt like defeating Ge, and his broken body flew out. Thumb, a large piece of blood mist sprayed out, mixed in the thin white mist, adding a bit of bright color.

Then... the earth and rocks splashed, and the thick walls in the dead end behind suddenly cracked, smashing a huge hole, flooding the body of the middle-aged assassin.

"Who?" "Be careful!" "Uh... it's him?"

In an instant, the screams of abrupt voice came from behind the hole one after another. There was a faint figure shaking in the mist and dust. Needless to say, the only one who appeared at this time was the cavalry who came in to encircle and suppress it. Then he probably recognized Tang En. The shaking figure couldn't wait to drill from the hole.

Unfortunately, when they entered the dead end and chased after them, they were blocked by a small team of cavalry companions who had frozen their legs and feet. They could only watch Tangen and Joshia disappear side by side again.

...

The encirclement and suppression continued. At this time, more than a thousand cavalry had completely dispersed, basically covering every corner of Shili Lane, and layers of dense encirclement nets were officially formed.

This situation is undoubtedly unfavorable for Tang En and the others. Transfer and escape have become meaningless, because no matter where they go, they may run into the pursuers. But Joshia feels extremely at ease at this moment, surrounded by an unprecedented sense of security...

To be honest, Josia didn't know about Tang En's strength level. She just knew that it was very high and ordinary strong people could not compete with it. But there was no concept of how high it was. On the contrary, what she knew very well was the power of the army. The superstructure of the Gray Clothing Army was special. From a certain perspective, Josia, as the leader, had a higher authority than King Bran, and had an unquestionable absolute authority. The same was true for the army. Nominally, the old Marshal of Oumeng and the current Frey were the highest manager of the army. But if Josia wanted to intervene, both Oumeng and the thousands of soldiers of the Gray Clothing Army would only obey her orders. So she was really familiar with the army.

The Grey Army has encountered masters from the 100,000 mountains along the way. It is normal for Bran to have thousands of soldiers and a few masters in the army to be launched. But in front of the magnificent city-superior army, the so-called masters are actually no different from ordinary soldiers on the battlefield. They are nothing more than individual combat and can even affect the situation in a certain area. But under the grand strategy, the so-called influence is actually controllable. One round of arrow rain and ten rounds of soldiers' impacts are not enough. Using heavy weapons such as Thor's hammer to bomb widely on the battlefield, etc., can always make the so-called masters disappear and die in a tragic way...

Fight the few with more and bully the few with the masses. This is the norm on the battlefield!

It is precisely because of this that even though he knew that the magic of mist was limited, Joshia had tried his best to use it before - it could help a little better. This is the reason, but now Joshia vaguely realized that she seemed to be thinking too much...

At the beginning of Put, Bran soldiers rushed forward like a tide by the river. But Tang En was like a towering embankment, locking across the river. As long as he bumped into it, he would all be defeated and crushed to pieces!

Joshia didn't know where she was in Shili Lane now. Because time was tight, more than a thousand cavalrymen were not familiar with the terrain, and they didn't have time. But her husband seemed to be very clear. He took her to stop and stop, turned around and walked straight, never walked into a dead end, and never made any mistakes to be forced to death. He walked calmly, as if he was walking around his backyard, extremely familiar with it...

Joshia didn't know how many people Tang En killed, but only knew that the saying that one person in ten steps was not just an exaggeration, but was still exaggerated... And so far, her husband was not injured or breathed heavily, but was just a little blood stained on his body, his expression became more rigid and cold, his hand was raised and his hand fell... It was like a personal killing machine, never tired, and never stopped, as long as the enemy was still there...

Taking a secret breath, Joshia felt a little worried and even a little scared when she saw this.

It’s not that Joshia has never seen murder. Since she has been determined to run away from home from a small town in the south, she has been accustomed to death. But even so, she has never seen such a simple and casual killing... Or, it should not be called murder, but a very ordinary job, like making bread. Collect raw materials, kneading dough, putting seasonings, and occasionally sprinkling sesame or something... It’s orderly and easy to make. When the finished products come out, that is, when the dagger pulls out the lights of death blades from the enemy's body, her husband will get the sense of accomplishment of the work, with a slightly raised curve, a nervous chuckling, and a feeling of enjoyment...

Joshia doesn't reject murder, and of course, she won't like it much. But even so, she has to admit that the scene of Tang En's murder method is really beautiful.

It’s amazing! It’s thrilling! It’s also chilling!

Because it is too concise, it cannot be called cruel. Basically, it is just a slash in silence, and even blood is rarely seen... Even if there is, it is mostly blocked by Tang En. Her new clothes under her magic shield are indeed as new as she said when she joked before!

However, Joshia knew very well in her heart that not seeing it does not mean that there is no. She believed that the ten-mile alley behind her should have long been reduced to a sea of ​​blood...

Finally, after the dagger penetrated through the eyebrows of a cavalry again, Joshia bit her lip, "Tang En..." paused, looking at Tang En who turned his head among the corpses all over the ground, the red blood beads hanging on her cheeks, suddenly couldn't say anything.

"En?" He was stunned for a moment, and his expression was unresolved. He seemed to notice what Joshia was thinking. Tang En raised his hand to wipe the blood beads on his face, raised his lips, and smiled brightly, "Ha, call me husband."

"Ha..." Joshia also smiled. She knew that her worries were redundant. Her husband was not lost and she could still play tricks. She nodded obediently, "Well, husband..."
Chapter completed!