Game Tycoon Reborn

The night is as cool as water, the moon is dark and the wind is high outside the window.

The first thousand and 410 chapter two do me a favor

Wang Sanlu kept silent, opened the wooden box with a light tap, and took out a long dark knife from inside.

"Ah! You damn ghost, what are you going to do? Touching a knife in the middle of the night, you are not afraid to scare people to death!" His big-footed daughter-in-law was half asleep and half awake. With a knife in hand, that look is really scary.

Wang Sanlu chuckled, and said in a low voice, "Sleep with you! I'll help you!"

His tone was very simple, as if he was going to sweep the floor next door, but it would be more like if he didn't have to carry a knife.

"What can I help you for? You're a thousand sword kill! What can you do to help? Do you have a level? Or do you have the equipment? Why don't you go to bed soon? Don't think about what you have!" The big-footed daughter-in-law glared and said angrily .

She fully expected that her husband would be obedient and go to bed as usual.

Unexpectedly, there was a rare tenderness in Wang Sanlu's eyes.

This rough guy from the northwest shook his head and said sincerely: "No! It's different! I heard from a scholar on the street that the Qingyu Newspaper Office will give Fang Zi the antidote to the plague tomorrow morning. Everyone is open, those nobles will not let them do this! Tonight, it is doomed to be uneven! I have to go!"

"With this prescription, the plague will be gone! The life of the common people will be better again. I can't let those evil-hearted nobles get their way. I have to go!"

"You, you can't hit!" the big-footed daughter-in-law stammered.

"Let him go! He is Wang Wu's son! His father was such a man back then! You can't stop him." The desolate voice of the blind mother-in-law said from the next door.

"Everyone in the newspaper is a good person!" At this moment, Wang Sanlu's eyes were bright. He had never been successful in writing or martial arts in his whole life, and his life was very tight, but he felt that he should stand upright once, and it was just a matter of time. not yet.

Now, the time has finally come, he must pick up the knife, go out of the house, and fight for a chance of survival for the common people in the world.

"Daughter-in-law, I will leave it to you! I'm leaving!" After finishing speaking, Wang San rushed out of the room like a donkey.

His big-footed daughter-in-law was still standing by the bed, as if she met her cowardly husband for the first time.

There are many people who made the same choice as Wang Sanlu. They rushed out of the house with knives and guns. Maybe their level is not high, and their combat power is not strong, but at this moment, they are not hesitating, because they know that today If they don't work hard at night, no one will work hard for their wives and children in the future.

Rather than dying under the plague for no reason, it is better to pick up a knife and fight a hearty battle without regrets. This is the real blood of the people of the gods.

In the darkness of night, an unknown number of people jumped out of their yards and automatically gathered at the gate of Qingyu Newspaper.

The caravan guards guarding the door panicked for a while, and when they found that the black figures gathered from all directions were all familiar faces, they couldn't help but smile in relief.

This is a righteous battle, and these people are obviously on the side of justice. No matter how powerful the enemy is, they have no regrets and no regrets. It is worth it!

"Neighbors in the neighborhood, everyone has heard the noise outside. I'm afraid that those nobles are going to attack Qingyu Newspaper Office! We have to protect the newspaper office and protect the justice of the people!" A middle-aged scholar in a long gown said loudly. Said.

The long gown on his body has been washed a little white, and there are a few inconspicuous patches on it, and he is holding an iron door bolt in his hand. It looks nondescript, but it is also majestic.

"Xiu Cai, are you going to fight too?" Someone in the crowd laughed.

The neighbors in the neighborhood all recognize him. He is Lu Xiucai from Dongjiekou. He usually teaches a few children to read. He has always been polite and polite.

Unexpectedly, even Lu Xiucai came, and even brought all the iron door bolts of the private school.

"Although I am a scholar, I know righteousness and justice. I must come!"

Lu Xiucai paused, and said vigilantly: "Fellow folks, if we want to protect the Qingyu Newspaper, we have to figure out how to do it, and we can't do anything wrong! Right now, the situation is very unfavorable, everyone, just listen to me. "

Everyone held their breath and listened to Lu Xiucai's words.

"If there is a large group of enemies in the future, we will go up to them, but we can't turn around and keep going forward. Otherwise, the guard brothers guarding the Qingyu Newspaper Office will not be able to distinguish the enemy from us, and will only cause them trouble. Do you understand? "

Hearing that Lu Xiucai was right, everyone suddenly agreed.

Lu Xiucai turned his head again, and said to the caravan guards guarding the gate of the Qingyu Newspaper Office: "Guard brothers, you must remember that it is better to defend than to attack tonight. As long as you guard the newspaper office, we will be victorious at dawn." .”

"So, the first wave of consumption will be done by us. You just need to rely on the terrain and defend with all your strength! In addition, send two brothers to guard the high places on both sides of the newspaper office. If there is any change, please notify the subordinates in time. We must Stick to the risk and buy time!"

Lu Xiucai's words were not unreasonable, and even the caravan guards nodded repeatedly.

I didn't expect that in this street market, there are people who are well versed in the art of war, and they hide in the city. The ancients sincerely do not deceive me!

After Lu Xiucai finished speaking, she immediately turned her gaze to the dark night ahead.

In fact, although he thought of some words, he couldn't say them out.

Because the decisive role in the battle of the Qingyu Newspaper Office is not at all these generous righteous men, nor the caravan guards pleading for the people. The key lies in the top powerhouses. The combat power far exceeds the existence of ordinary people, and everything will be meaningless.

Only relying on their blood, they can't stop those real top powerhouses. They can break through the defense line directly, rush into the Qingyu newspaper office, carry out beheading tactics, or choose to burn down the printing factory on the first floor of the newspaper office.

If you are the commander of the enemy, you can completely mix those top experts into the team attacking the newspaper office, and then suddenly break out in the melee. There are no masters on the newspaper office side, so you can't resist it at all.

Therefore, Lu Xiucai asked the neighbors to bury their heads and charge forward, in fact, hoping that there would be fewer unnecessary sacrifices.

A biting autumn wind blew by, and the deserted long street showed a sense of chill.

The enemy has finally appeared!

There was a crowd of people in front of them, and a large black ghost figure, holding a shining sharp knife, took big steps and rushed towards Qingyu Newspaper Office.

These men in black were shrouded in black shadows. They didn't have any marks on their bodies, and even the weapons in their hands were all standard straight knives. No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing and getting closer. footsteps.

These black-clothed men seemed to be the gods of death hiding in the dark night. They also knew that their identities could not be seen, so they all covered their faces with black scarves. Only the leaders of the group covered their faces with red scarves to show the difference.

"Kill!" Wang Sanlu was the first to rush out, brandishing the black saber in his hand, and bravely faced the group of men in black.

The righteous men from the bottom followed closely behind. Holding various weapons, they rushed towards the group of men in black who couldn't see the light in a brave and unparalleled posture.

boom!Boom!

The men and horses on both sides met at close quarters, like two torrents colliding fiercely.

There was the sound of vigor and impact, the sound of knives and guns stabbing into flesh, and the muffled groans of the wounded.

Those bursts of light streak energy were like lightning piercing the darkness, instantly illuminating the dark long street like daylight.

Relying on his brute strength, Wang Sanlu was the first to rush into the men in black.

The saber in his hand flew up and down, injecting the power of the light pattern in his body into the blade continuously, rushing left and right, killing those men in black back again and again.

There was a sense of pride in his heart for no reason.

Prodigal girls!Did you see it?Your husband is not a wimp!

Although Wang Sanlu didn't pass the recruitment test in Fashen City, it doesn't mean he has no strength!That time, he was disqualified from being a soldier because he was unwilling and had no money to bribe.

But at this moment, Wang Sanlu feels that he is a great general on the battlefield, fighting to protect his homeland and relatives, and it is a great honor!

Those men in black obviously didn't expect that they would encounter the sniper attack of this group of folk masters. These people fought in a disorderly manner, and they were clearly dressed as opponents of a group of common people, but there was something they lacked, which can be called Something for courage.