Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

When Chen Qing arrived with his people, the entire east granary was in chaos, but the chaos was just the scene in front of him. The thick snow was trampled into a mess, mixed with warm blood, and the snow melted. The muddy water was horrible, and the corpses strewn all over the ground were still steaming.

But the surrounding area was eerily quiet, without a single sound.

Chen Qing looked at the scene of misery, the veins on his forehead popped out, he shook the handle of the knife in his hand, and ordered, "Let's see if there is still life left? The murderer must be found for me, but he killed so many people in a short time. There should be quite a few of them.”

After finishing speaking, he paused, and then said, "If you see any abnormality, you don't need to report it, just kill it on the spot."

But no one answered.

Everyone was still silent in the picture in front of them. As far as their eyes could see, there was a dazzling scarlet. Without looking carefully, they could find that these people died in the same way. They all wiped their throats with one move. There was no mess in the rest of the place, and there was not a single redundant wound. Such a neat assassination obviously made the opponent more than capable.

I don't know if it's because it's too cold, but everyone in the Chen family has always felt that their backs are shivering.

After a while without getting a response, Chen Qing turned around and saw that everyone was still standing there. He became furious and shouted, "Did you hear me! Find me immediately, and don't come back if you can't find you!"

Everyone came back to their senses immediately, responded one after another, and scattered in all directions.

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Jing Xiang half-lyed on the tent, looking at the Chen family members who were in a hurry below.He licked a snowflake that suddenly fell on his lips, feeling icy and cool.

The clothes of the three people were already wet by the snow, but the heavy snow still fell like money, staining their eyebrows and eyes white.

The cold light in Jing Zi's hand was still dripping blood from the tip of the sword, and it fell on the thick tent roof, smudged with the snow into a dark color, under the moonlight, it seemed that it was still a little ready to move.

Lowering his voice, Jing Zi said, "Why are these few people here? I haven't played enough with the sword yet."

Jing Xiang snorted, "Stop bragging, brother Yan killed most of them, what's the matter with you."

Jing Zi yelled, with a stern look, "Brother Yan is all to blame, he was too quick to grab my head."

Jing Xiang rolled her eyes, "Who is to blame for my weakness?"

As soon as this remark came out, Jing Zi had nothing to say, his skills were not as good as others, so he could do nothing, so he had to grit his teeth for a while, and then said to Yan Fengge: "Brother Yan, don't make a move for a while, I will deal with these people."

Yan Fengge didn't care, nodded silently, and put the long sword in the scabbard silently, in a leisurely state that he didn't intend to make a move at all.

Jing Xiang and the two looked at each other, both of them couldn't help but hooked their lips, their eyes provoked each other in the dark night, sparks flew, and then they held a sword flower in their hands, and flew quietly in two directions.

The scattered members of the Chen family are like headless flies. They are not fools. The corpses lying on the ground and the strong smell of blood all tell them that the comers are not good, and their force is extraordinary. This may not necessarily be of any benefit.

The crowd bowed their backs, searched around tremblingly, and yelled a few words at the top of their voices from time to time to strengthen their courage.

But to Yu Jingxiang and the others, these people are like chickens who have been left alone, they have no resistance, and they are sure to catch one.

Jing Xiang stepped lightly, skimmed over several tent roofs, and happened to bump into a strong man with a knife in his hand, looking around while walking, Jing Xiang smiled slightly, and waited for others to walk in front of him without hesitation. Flying down, landed lightly on the ground, then sprinted and kicked the strong man who was half taller than her in the groin, directly kicking him to one knee, before he could yell out, he Covering his mouth with one hand, holding the dagger in the other, he slashed across the dead spot on his neck with precision and sternness. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the strong man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground convulsively before he even had a chance to react. .

Jing Xiang hid quickly, but there was still blood splattered on her cheeks, which made that fair little face look a little bit beautiful, both pure and bewitching, as expected—the extreme red and the extreme red Only white can create the most special beauty.

Jing Zi jumped over several tents again and again, completely ignoring the others, and the only target was Chen Qing, the so-called capture the king first, kill the leader, and the rest of the gangsters are not to be feared.

Chen Qing's subordinates are able to lead such a large group of people, their status is not low, and their brains are good. Although he asked others to find someone, but he stayed with the better ones. This scene can be seen at a glance. The opponent is not weak, as long as he is not stupid, he will not act alone, lest he seek death.

They didn't go very far, Jing Zi found him in just a few steps, and Chen Qing was surrounded by five big men.

six people.

Jing Zi caressed the hilt of the sword with her fingertips, it seemed that there was no way to kill them without startling the snake.

Turning his mind, Jing Zi landed lightly, picked up a stone at random, and threw it far away, making a heavy sound, which seemed a bit abrupt amidst the noisy chatter of the Chen family from time to time.

"Who?" Chen Qing and the others looked towards the source of the sound in panic, but no one answered, and there was no more movement.

"Could it be those killers? Our own people will definitely answer."

Chen Qing frowned, and instructed the human being who had just spoken, "Go and have a look."

The man stared blankly, apparently he knew that he shouldn't have started the conversation earlier, Chen Qing suddenly became a little impatient, "What are you afraid of, there are our people everywhere, just call if there is a situation."

Having said that, the man calmed down a bit, nodded, and walked over. Although it was late at night, the lights were lit in several places, and the bright places were really bright, while the dark places were also dark. Shen, as soon as he entered the depths of the layers of tents, there were only a few shadows left, making it difficult for people to see clearly. Jing Zi followed this stupid big guy who was alone, and as soon as he reached a place where Chen Qing and the others could not see When he moved his hands, compared to Jing Xiang's quick and sharp, Jing Zi was even more superb. It's really worthless to learn from Yan Fengge for many days, but in the blink of an eye, that person was put on the ground without a sound. Only the continuous flow of blood and the falling snow add a little more movement to this picturesque scene that seems to be still.

The man from Jingzi had already flown onto the tent, and another stone was thrown at the opposite side of the man lying on the ground.

The moment the stone flew out, Jing Zi also disappeared, and when the sound sounded, the person had already flown over several tents.

Before Chen Qing could wait for the result from this side, there was another sound from that side. Now, everyone was a little more flustered.

But there were also calm ones, who smiled triumphantly, "I'm afraid we have a lot of people, and we searched wildly, and they can't hide anymore, and they will show their feet one by one."

Several people couldn't help but nodded.

One of them said again, "Little hall master, let me go and have a look."

Chen Qing and his son have the same surname as the Chen family, so they are more or less related by blood. They barely get along well in the Chen family, and they sit in the position of the hall master. He is only Chen Qing, the only son of the hall master. Chen Qing inherited it, so the people under him directly called Chen Qing "Little Hall Master".

"Go."

"Wait a minute—" Chen Qinggang nodded in agreement, but before the man could take two steps, he hurriedly called out, frowning slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Wait a minute first."

Seeing his expression like this, several people said nervously, "Little hall master, is there something wrong?"

"Wait for Dacheng to come back first," said Dacheng, who had just been dumped in the snow by Jing Zi, "If he doesn't come back, then there's no need to go."

Everyone suddenly realized, and they all stood still.

Jing Zi lay on the tent and couldn't help "tsk", she was quite smart, it seemed that she couldn't be fooled.

Then go hard.

Before they could reach Dacheng, Jing Zi quickly made a move, Chen Qing was protected in the middle, and the one on the outside with his back facing him was selected first, the one who was the easiest to attack. These people were all tall, and Jing Zi was also tall among his peers. He was tall, but he couldn't compare to these people.

Leaning forward, the speed was extremely fast, and the other two people who were facing him had already seen a figure rushing towards him, and immediately screamed, "Be careful——"

It's too late--

Jing Zi stepped on the man's calf, and with this strength, she was instantly taller than the man. The man felt a pain in his calf, and before he could cry out, he saw a cold light flashing in front of his eyes. Something warm came out of his neck.There was no pain, but his eyes were wide open. He fell slowly to the ground. Jing Zi kicked the man in the back, and the man fell towards Chen Qing and the others. Before Chen Qing could react, he only heard the words "be careful" As soon as he turned around, he saw the person behind him rushing towards him with blood dripping from his face, and he was so frightened that he took several steps back, and the others were also stunned.

However, with the kick just now, Jing Zi opened the distance from them in an instant, and landed steadily one foot away, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood.

His thin body is even more straight and neat under the close-fitting black clothes. With the black face covered, only a pair of unusually bright eyes are exposed. They are beautiful, but they are also frightening.