Chapter 45 Boom! Boom! Boom!

  The moon is dark and the wind is strong, the cold autumn wind blows on the body, as if a knife is cutting flesh.

  The city of Guiyuan was like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, and from afar, it appeared as a massive black shadow that seemed to be waiting to pounce on its prey.

  Outside the city of Guilin, a group of people were rushing over at great speed. These men had ferocious looks on their faces, with swords and bows on their backs, and were very robust. As they ran, they were extremely swift, and in just a short while, they charged to the foot of the city wall.

  The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with several scars on his face, looking particularly ferocious. His eyes were as big as bronze bells, and his body was like an iron tower, with bulging muscles like iron studs. The whole person stood there, like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, straight and towering.

  He is the leader of the Flying Wind Gang, Zeng Danyan!

  Zeng Danyan rode a sturdy steed, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, and at a glance, it was clear that he was a skilled rider. He arrived under the city wall of Guixin, pulled on the reins, and the horse stopped.

  "The big house is very quiet, there's no movement at all." The speaker was a middle-aged man, slightly thin, and the second-in-command of the Flying Wind Thieves.

  "Isn't it quiet? It's better to be quiet!" Zeng Danyan was very pleased, nodding his head: "I taught him the art of war, just to have him use the art of war to restrain his subordinates. He can do this, it's really rare! Our Liufeng Fort, has another genius!"

  Zeng Da's voice was extremely loud, like a bell, and when he spoke, it was like thunder.

  "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The Second Master's busy smile: "The Young Master is well-versed in martial arts, he's a rare talent of our Difficult Way! With the Young Master on board, our Flowing Wind Fortress will surely prosper even more!"

  "Fire the signal!" Zeng Danyan waved his right hand with great momentum.

  A strong robber raised a torch and swung it three times. Immediately afterwards, he imitated the hooting of an owl, one long and two short, very rhythmic, which was the liaison signal of the Liufeng thief.

  A torch appeared on the city wall and flashed three times. Then, three night owl hoots came over, two long and one short, with a rhythmic tone.

  "Alright!" Zeng Danyan heard it in his ears, very pleased: "With Ming'er around, nothing will go wrong! Brothers, charge into Guishen City, and bathe it in blood! Don't distinguish between men, women, old or young, kill them all! Beautiful women, take them back to the mountain stronghold, make them your concubines! Gold, silver, and jewels, that's our wealth, there's plenty of it in Guishen City, brothers, charge!"

  Bandits are after gold, silver and beautiful women. Da Nian is indeed a fierce bandit. With one speech, he stirred up the blood of all the bandits, who shouted loudly and rushed out.

  "Oh no!"

  Just then, the heavy city gate opened, welcoming the Flying Wind Thief into the city.

  "Go!" Zeng Danyan urged his horse on, dashing towards the city.

  The city gate was wide open, and the bandits rushed in without any obstruction. They were all excited and shouted: "Bloodbath Return to Faith!"

  The roar of "blood washes away faith" was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, shaking the sky and making people tremble.

  "Rumble!"

  Just then, the city gate was closed with a bang.

  "What's going on?" Zeng Danyan's heart skipped a beat, he pulled the reins, stopped, and turned his head to look around, only to see that the city gate was tightly closed.

  "Something's off with the eldest master! Up till now, there hasn't been a decrease in the number of masters, it's strange!" The second master hurriedly reminded.

  "What about Ming Er? Go find Ming Er quickly!" Zeng Da Nian faintly felt that something was off.

  If everything had gone smoothly as expected, they should have come to welcome him after opening the city gate. However, until now, there is no sign of Zeng Shao Ming, and he can't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

  "Kill all bandits!"

  Just as Zeng Da was on high alert, a shocking roar suddenly rang out, and the entire city of Guishen erupted.

  Innumerable torches were raised, the flames shot up to the sky, hundreds of Song soldiers stood on the city wall, looking down at the bandits, surrounding them in all directions.

  "As expected!" Zeng Danyan let out a breath, sizing up the situation with disdain, and curled his lip: "I've long heard that the Song army of Guishen City is not worth mentioning, do you think you can hold me back?"

  A heavy nine-ring knife in hand, a wrist shake, a beautiful knife flower flashes, very good knife skills.

  "Tomorrow!" Zeng Danyan's triumphant expression didn't last long, replaced by a terrified scream, her eyes wide open like copper bells, staring fixedly at Zeng Shaoming on the city wall.

  At this time, Zeng Shaoming had long lost his former heroic spirit and was like a dead pig with its head hung low, eyes dull, and face defeated: "Dad, save me! Dad, I'm Ming'er!"

  "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll come to rescue you!" Even bandits have family feelings. Zeng Danyan, despite being a fierce outlaw, had poured all his emotions into this only son. Seeing him in such a state, how could he not come to the rescue?

  "Hmph!" Zheng Tai's face sank like water, and she let out a cold hum. With a wave of her right hand, a flash of knife light appeared, sweeping across Zeng Shaoming's neck. Zeng Shaoming's head was severed from his body.

  A head rolled on the ground, mouth constantly opening and closing, eyes full of terror, as if begging for mercy.

  Zheng Tai was also a ruthless character, how could he not give Zeng Da Nian a taste of his ferocity? He bent down, grabbed Zeng's head with his right hand, took a closer look, curled up the corner of his mouth, and threw it at Zeng Da Nian: "Zeng Da Nian, listen! You were once a general for the imperial court, but you didn't think about serving the imperial court. Instead, you degenerated into a thief, oppressing the people, slaughtering the good, your crimes are countless! Today is your last day! Kill! Exterminate the Flowing Wind Thief!"

  With a wave of his right hand, he was quite majestic and powerful, with an aura like a rainbow. At this moment, Zheng Ta was no longer a civil official, but rather like a mighty general.

  "Tomorrow! Tomorrow, you watch, I'll avenge for you, I swear to kill that corrupt official!" Zeng Danyan looked at his son's head, and couldn't help but feel sorrow, the nine-ring knife in his right hand gripped tightly, he patted the horse's back and rushed towards Zheng Ta.

  "Thunderbolt, ready!" Wu Ji's voice rang out.

  Five hundred Song soldiers held thunderclap bombs in their hands and aimed at the torches in their right hands. As soon as Wu Ji gave the order, they would ignite the thunderclap bombs.

  Since Zheng Tai knew that the Liufeng thieves were going to raid Guixin, he was so anxious that he couldn't think of a good plan. He went to see Wu Ji and proposed a safe strategy, which was not a bad idea. If he didn't have the ability to swallow the Liufeng thieves in one bite, it would be better to use a safe strategy to protect the city.

  However, Wu Jie had enough thunderbolt arrows in his hand, which greatly enhanced the combat effectiveness of the Song army. With the thunderbolt arrows, it was not difficult to destroy the Liufeng thieves.

  The key point is that the Song army is not very trustworthy, and if they betray us at a critical moment, the consequences would be unimaginable. To be on the safe side, Wu Ji suggested that Zheng Ta still control the families of the Song army, so as not to worry about them causing trouble, Zheng Ta agreed with pleasure.

  Control the family, control the Song army. Don't worry about the Song army causing trouble, Wu Ji can hand over the thunderbolt bomb for them to use. Wu Ji only gave a brief explanation to the Song army and didn't ask them to try it out in person. That's okay, as long as Wu Ji comes to command personally, the thunderbolt bomb will guarantee to blow up the Flying Wind thieves, not themselves.

  After a half-day rest, Wu Ji's physical strength had more or less recovered, and he came to command the Song army.

  "Fire!" Wu Ji shouted loudly.

  The soldiers lit the thunderbolt with a torch, and the fuse made a hissing sound, emitting a blue smoke. The soldiers had seen the power of the thunderbolt during the day and were very frightened, holding their breath tightly, not daring to be careless at all.

  "Throw!" Wu Ji ordered again.

  This order is what the soldiers love to hear most. No one wants to hold onto this deadly thing, exerting all their strength to throw out the thunderbolt shell.

  Hundreds of fireballs with bright flames, making a hissing sound, emitting green smoke, streaking across the sky, weaving a bright net, exceptionally eye-catching in the dark night, really beautiful, extremely magnificent!

  This was the first time that Thunderbolt Bombs were used on a large scale in battle arrays. Once they exploded, their power would be earth-shattering. Wu Ji saw it with his own eyes and felt particularly excited, thinking to himself: "If this weren't Flowing Wind Bandits, but Liao Army instead, how great would that be!"

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