The first thousand and forty-eight chapters, the role of politeness (seeking monthly ticket)

After the alarm bell sounded, the atmosphere in the city immediately became tense. Book mí group 4∴⑧㈥

The people are busy going home and the shops are busy closing the stalls.

The brigade, armed with sharp blades and hard armor, took to the streets and began to patrol back and forth.

The soldiers who were relaxing in the tavern and restaurant did not care much, and rushed out of mén to return to their respective troops.

As soon as the alarm bell rings, it represents a first-level combat readiness. If anyone still lingers and fails to return to the team in time, he will be punished with the argument of ‘fleeing from the battlefield’, and he will kill him~!

The flying dog jumped in the city for a while, very húnluàn.

Afterwards, news of the Southern Army's ān sneaking into the city spread, and various gossips and rumors flew all over the sky.

Some people say that the southern army assassinated a senior official of the peacekeeping force.

Some people say they came to burn the city and destroy supplies.

Some people say that they are here to clean up the An ān who has taken refuge in the peacekeeping forces.

Others said that those people were actually sent by the undead. They took advantage of the battle here, and many people died. Collect the souls of the dead...

For a time, the people in the small city were panicked and could not stay all day.

Immediately afterwards, the Fourth Army of the Holy See drove into the small town neatly and began to search for suspicious persons from house to house.

Because hún entered the south, he was also the dark knight of the demon clan. This is a big deal. Not only Archbishop Santos, but even the military station himself, no longer trusted the soldiers.

mlgbd~!

Let the enemy hún come in, these guys grew up eating shit?

Is there someone who is the inner support of those evil terrorists?

And even though no one is the inner support of the Dark Knights, these guards are not strictly guarded, at least they are negligent of their duties~!

What's more, those dark knights haunt them. Since you can come in as a new army hún, you can naturally also pretend to be a soldier of the old army.

With so many soldiers and common people in this city, who knows, which one is their pretend?

However, the Fourth Army of the Holy See is all from the north, and has nothing to do with here. Therefore, there is no suspicion on them.

And they are still a formed unit. Basically all officers and soldiers knew each other. The command system is smooth, and it is most appropriate for them to be responsible for the search.

In order to avoid suspicion, the chief guards in the city all voluntarily stood aside.

At the same time, they also secretly prayed to the God of Light: Great, glorious, and omnipotent God of Light, I will praise you with my soul and give us a temporary worker. At that time, we can all just buckle the black pot on his back~!

Archbishop Santos also did his part and temporarily took over the command, directing the soldiers under him to conduct a carpet-like rigorous search in the city.

The Fourth Army of the Holy See may not do anything else. But doing this is their profession.

Back then, under the leadership of Archbishop Santos, they launched a great war of wits and courage against the dead people who were unruly and tried to escape the Eleventh Tax of the Holy See.

Whether it is those dead people hiding potatoes and sweet potatoes in the cellar, rice white flour hanging from the beams of the house, or the gold coins placed in the rat under the chuáng, none of them can escape the eyes of these warriors.

You can find them easily.

The name of the knights of the Holy See that can ‘get nǎi oil from a stone’ is not for nothing. Even Lei Erye, who has always refused to accept the sky and the ground, can only be too far behind, willing to bow down.

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In the thunderous roar, a group of cavalry galloped across the street quickly.

The mothers on the side of the road were frightened, flapping their wings in panic, giggling and yelling, and flew sideways across the street.

Under their vigorous beating, countless pieces of velvet fell off their bodies, flying in the air, and slowly falling.

Many of them fell on the people standing on the street, avoiding the cavalry.

Until all the cavalrymen disappeared, the people looked at each other, then yelled and ran away. Only a mess was left.

Among them was a crouched old man, carrying a paper bag tied with straw rope, and hurriedly turning across the street. Then suddenly stopped.

I saw another group of heavily armed peacekeeping soldiers in front of me. He hurriedly stood on the side of the street again and made way for them.

The soldiers from the peacekeeping force rushed over.

At the forefront of the team, in addition to the officer who led the team, there was also a priest wearing the robe of the temple.

The pastor saw the old man standing on the side of the road, glanced at him coldly, and then shook his head: This old man is too old to be thin at all.

He walked straight past the old man. Even the most basic holy word spell is lazy to use-now it's a big search, there are too many suspicious people to be identified. He didn't want to spend his precious sacred power on this old man who could blow down with the wind.

The soldiers behind him also strained their faces and ran away following the priest.

The old man looked at the back of the soldiers going away, secretly relieved, and then walked tremblingly into an alley.

He just got into the alley, and then a courtyard mén next to him suddenly opened.

A small, white-haired old lady poked her head out of the big mén.

She waved to the old man and said, "Memphis, Memphis..."

The old man smiled, with missing teeth, and said, "What's wrong?"

The old lady looked around, and the **** mysteriously said: "Have you heard? Lao Meng, our city is out of Hadu's ān."

The old man smiled reluctantly, and said: "I heard that the army outside has been dispatched and they are searching the city."

The old lady leaned forward to the old man and whispered: "Then you must have never heard of these few, they are actually the Dark Knight~!"

"The Dark Knight?" the old man murmured, with a sudden shock, and said loudly: "What are you talking about, Dark Knight~? How is it possible?

That's something of the Demon Race, don't talk nonsense. "

The old lady eagerly pleaded: "I'm not talking nonsense. My son went to do carpentry work for the warehouse, and he saw it with his own eyes.

The soldiers of the peacekeeping force also said that when the attack first started, those people couldn't cut in with the sword and couldn't die with the sword. It is the Dark Knight.

Moreover, my son also saw that there was a powerful official.

He used the holy light that we commonly used, priests and lords, to illuminate it all at once and burn the Dark Knight to death.

My son said he opened his eyes. That scene, even the lord of the city may not have seen it. "

Having said that, her words revealed indescribable pride. It seems that through this comparison, her son's identity is on the same starting line as that of the noble City Lord.

Memphis gave her a hesitant look.

The old lady thought that the other party didn't believe it, she couldn't help but became anxious, and said, "I said these are all true, why don't you believe it?"

She stomped her foot and said, "Forget it, I'll tell you a secret. When my son came back, he listened to the senior officials in a meeting.

Speaking of respectable General Hadu...Uh, yuck yuck yuck~!

The one who killed a thousand swords in Hadu is now colluding with the undead. There are still undead in our city~! People are catching that. "

After speaking, he could not help but cursed in a low voice. In order to show her unshakable and firm stand with General Hadu's "Kill Thousand Knife" villain who "colluded with the undead".

In the past, although the local aristocrats were violently levying, tossing and fouling. But she was sympathetic to General Hadu.

And now, after hearing that he actually colluded with the undead, this naturally touched the bottom line of the human world. Therefore, no more sympathy.

The old man shook his head unexpectedly, and said, "You believe this. It must be a rumor from the enemy, who is General Hadu? It's impossible."

The old lady said anxiously: "I'm really... forget it, you believe it or not.

But let me tell you, don't go to the streets these two days. Especially your nephew, he is not ours, be careful to let people be caught.

"Ān a little shit~!" The old man murmured displeasedly: "That kid lived with me when he was a kid. You haven't seen him before."

"Anyway, be careful, don't walk out of mén at night."

The old man waved his hand and said impatiently: "It's alright, I see."

With that, carrying the bag, he pushed the big mén opposite and walked in.

At the moment when the big mén was pushed aside, the window of the house facing the big mén was opened a gap, and a cold light was vaguely seen behind the window.

The old man glanced at the position of the window, then turned around and slowly closed the big mén, humming a little song and walked into the room.

Just when the old man stepped over the threshold of mén, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind mén, grabbing the old man's collar and violently pulling him aside.

Then the room mén was quickly closed with a "bang".

The man holding the old man's collar made a silent gesture to the old man, and after keeping this posture in silence for a while, a tall man on the other side of the room mén pulled mén away and walked out, pretending to be 'S slid around in the small courtyard.

Then he went back to the house and nodded to the young man clutching the old man.

The young man loosened the old man's collar, trimmed his clothes, and whispered: "How is the situation outside?"

A trace of anger flashed in the old man's eyes, but then he shook his head and said, "It's not good, there are soldiers everywhere on the street."

The young man asked nervously, "Did you come for us?"

The old man thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't seem to be. They are said to be searching for some Southern soldiers wearing Yankee clothes."

The young man shook his head helplessly and sighed, "How could this be?"

The old man followed with a sigh and said, "It is said that they wanted to burn the Yankee warehouse, but they were discovered."

The young man froze for a moment, then smiled unnaturally, and said, "That group of idiots, I don't know that the city is heavily guarded."

The tall and strong man next to him also froze for a moment, and slapped the table angrily, and the sword on the shaking table jumped up.

The old man glanced at him in surprise, then nodded, and said with a long sigh: "It is indeed, reckless...Forget it, you stay at home honestly for me, don't go to the street.

You served as a soldier in the Southern Army, and now you can escape easily. But if you get caught by the Yankees, you can't tell. "

The young man waved his hand and said impatiently: "It's alright, I see."

"I'm going to cook, you and your friends are waiting." The old man walked into the kitchen with a paper bag.

The young man watched the old man enter the house and picked up the kitchen utensils. Then he went back to the table, got together with the big man, and whispered: "What's the matter? Why is it violent when I step on it to go out?"

The big man stretched his hands and said dullly, "I don't know~! The leader Sensheng is a personal jīng. He had been in the Northern Army for two years before. It stands to reason that he should be foolproof."

With a worried expression on the young man's face, he said anxiously: "What the **** is going on? With their skill, even if they are discovered, they should run out. It's okay to send a signal if it doesn't help.

So now we are stuck in the city. "

"Or..." The big man thought for a moment, looked up at the kitchen, and heard the sound of boiling water coming from the kitchen. Then he leaned in the ears of the young man and whispered: "Let's make some húnluàn, and take the opportunity to escape. Going out, it happens to be able to inform the brothers in other groups that there are several places on the wall to climb out."

The young man shook his head with a faint expression, and said, "Just the two of us, what húnluàn can we make?"

The big man glanced at the direction of the kitchen, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he said with a vicious expression: "We set fire to the whole block~!"

"What?" The young man jumped up in surprise, glanced nervously at the kitchen, and said: "You..."

Then he sat down and leaned into the ear of the big man, and said, "You are crazy, this... is my uncle's house."

The big man smiled contemptuously, and said: "Yord, your human feelings are really ridiculous. There is nothing to sacrifice for victory."

"This won't work, absolutely not," the young man shook his head and said, "Let's think of another way."

The big man sneered and said coldly: "Think about your mission, boy, if you don't do it, then I will do it myself."

As he said, mō silently took out the short sword, and gently wiped the blade with his thumb.

The sweat on the young man's brain mén came out with a swipe, and the expression on his face changed, showing that he was hesitant in his heart.

"Dangdang, Dangdang" suddenly heard the sound of knocking mén, interrupting the argument between the two people in the room.

The sound of knocking on mén continued to get louder and louder, and the people outside the courtyard were already impatiently smashing mén, and at the same time they shouted: "Open mén, hurry up mén~!"

The two watched vigilantly at the big mén, and at the same time Chōu pulled out his weapon, pasted it by the window and looked out carefully.

While wiping his hands, the old man walked out, calmly said: "You hide it, I'll go out and see."

Mén opened the room and walked out.

After opening the big mén, the first thing the old man saw was a large number of heavily armed soldiers, the one in the middle stared at him dissatisfiedly, and unceremoniously exclaimed: "So long?"

The old man knew in his heart that the fierce-looking big man must point at him with a crossbow arrow in the window, and if something unusual appeared, he would give himself an arrow without hesitation.

The old man looked at the soldier in front of him, nodded and bowed his head and said: "The tired army master has been waiting for a long time. I was cooking in the back room and didn't hear it."

The soldier looked at him up and down and found that his hair was white, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was very old, so he slowed down and said, "Master, is there anything abnormal here? Is there anyone else in your family? ?"

Originally, Memphis was still a little hesitant, but hearing the politeness of the soldier’s words was like pushing something behind him, allowing him to make a decision in an instant—to have such a soldier. Legion, no matter how bad it is, it can't go anywhere~!

A sincere smile appeared on the old man's face, and he said softly, "Could you let the priest come over and talk to me."

The soldier looked at the old man in surprise.

But the old man still responded with a smile on his face.

He couldn't help but murmured, "There are so many requests."

The pastor who was with the army was beside him, and he stepped forward and said, "Old man, what do you want to say?"

The old man bowed to the priest and said flatly: "My lord, no matter what you hear me say below, you must keep your current expression."

The pastor felt a little strange. Seeing the old man winking his eyebrows, the pastor sank and thought of a possible situation.

The priest gave a cold "um" and said, "You said it."

The old man said loudly: "I and a nephew from the countryside are the only ones at home. He works in the city."

Then he whispered: "There is an unknown person in my house."

The priest's pupils dilated instantly, and his mouth trembled, but he tried to keep the flat expression on his face, and said, "Call your nephew out."

The old man turned around and shouted, "Yes, come out."

The young man pulled mén away, came out with an impatient expression, and shouted, "What's the matter?"

The pastor glanced at the young man, then shook his head, waved to the soldier beside him, and said, "Go in and search."

A dozen soldiers rushed in and searched the courtyard and rooms carefully. This yard is very small, and the rooms are simple three or four. It takes less than two minutes to look at it.

The soldiers came back and shouted, "Nothing."

The priest nodded and said, "Go, next house."

The soldier next to him sternly said: "You, you should report any abnormalities as soon as possible."

The priest led the soldiers directly to the next house in the alley. The old man and the young man breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The two returned to the house. The young man stomped heavily. The floor suddenly opened a small mén, and the big man held a crossbow. , Jumped out from inside with a sword in his hand.

Inside is a small dòng that can only accommodate one person. There are a few bottles and jars inside, which seems to be the old man's hiding place.

The old man looked at the dòng and smiled, and said, "I dug this dòng when the Yankees came over. I didn't expect it to be really useful. The meal will be ready soon. You wait."

He walked into the kitchen again.

The big man looked at the old man's back ~lightnovelpub.net~ and said, "Just wipe the black and act. The enemy always has to eat. There were so many active people at that time, so it was convenient for us to get in."

"But..." the young man said eagerly: "Do you want to think about it again."

The big man squinted his eyes, staring at the young man, slowly moving his hand to the hilt, and said coldly: "Yord, are you rebelling?"

Seeing the big man's cold eyes with no emotion, the young man swallowed nervously, and he knew in his heart: This guy is aggressive and will kill him and his uncle without hesitation.

For a moment, he quickly turned his mind, thinking about how to take his uncle and escape from this man.

But the young man didn't say anything on the surface, smiled and shook his head, and said, "Don't worry, I won't. Of course not."

The big man looked at him coldly, and then stuffed the half-drawn sword back again, without saying: "That's good, otherwise, hum~!"

At this moment, there was a muffled sound from the wall facing the backstreet, and the whole house was shaken, and dust fell rustlingly.