Chapter 2365 Ambush in the Demolition Area

Wang Yan and his five subordinates quickly left the area where the powerful gathered, without encountering any pursuers along the way.

They specifically found narrow paths to walk on. After leaving that area, Wang Yan raised his hands and everyone squatted on the edge of a garbage dump to rest.

The garbage dump gave off a stench, and Xiao Guwei whispered: "Sir, there is still no movement in the city."

The night sky was charming, but Wang Yan had no time to watch it. He stared ahead and said: "Two conflicting loyal ministers were killed one after another. If you think about the fighting in the court, it must be dog eating dog."

"Sir, is it the same as the Ming Dynasty's court?"

Chen Deng was analyzing the situation.

"Yes, but it will definitely not be as sinister as those loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty, so it will be very intense, but it won't last long. I just want this time, let's go!"

The group of people walked out of this neighborhood, and what followed was a deserted open space with many abandoned houses around it.

During this time, demolition has begun here, and houses are being built to be sold to businessmen as shops.

This is probably the prototype of a commercial gathering area, but it is said that businessmen are very interested.

Because there were many homeless homeless people living here, the roof was later removed. Looking at a group of roofless houses erected here, the first impression given to people is that of a haunted house.

Wang Yan led his men into this mess of houses. After passing this area, there was the slum area where they lived.

The doors of those abandoned houses were gone, and the original doors were dark, as if a devil had opened its mouth.

Chen Deng walked in the front, while Wang Yanzai and Xiao Guwei were slightly behind.

"Tomorrow I will ask Chen Deng to leave the city first. You have to keep an eye on our people in the city. Remember the lesson of Dongchang and don't act impulsively."

Xiao Guwei couldn't help but said: "Sir, how about I go?"

"You are too out of touch. The stakes are very high this time. You are still in the city so I can keep an eye on you."

At this moment, Chen Deng in front suddenly stopped. Wang Yan and Xiao Guwei spread out to the left and right, slowly passing by.

"what's the situation?"

Chen Deng was staring at the row of abandoned stone houses in front of him on the left, and whispered: "I heard a cough just now, and it seemed that I was holding it back."

Wang Yan waved his hand, and three sergeants had already touched him from the left.

"We'll go there as usual."

When Chen Deng heard this, he untied his belt and peeed.

Wang Yan also followed suit with admiration, and Xiao Guwei realized that Chen Deng was indeed more stable than him, but also not bad at maneuvering.

The three men stopped to urinate. The sound was very harsh in the silent night, which just covered up the sneaking sounds of the three sergeants.

"Who could it be?"

Xiao Guwei didn't urinate much and was the first to finish.

Wang Yan urinates profusely and still pees. He whispered: "Don't worry, remember, if it is the army, then give up the action. Chen Deng, have you made it clear over there?"

Chen Deng also finished urinating and said: "If you don't see anyone within ten days, evacuate immediately."

Wang Yan shook his head a few times, then tightened his belt and continued moving forward.

The three of them walked over slowly, and Chen Deng, who was usually serious, was humming an unknown tune, looking a bit wanton.

As if they had just returned from visiting a brothel, the three of them approached the row of houses.

The house had no roof, and under the skylight, there were shadows inside, as if someone was shaking their body there.

The three sergeants had already approached from the side. They hid their daggers behind their backs to avoid reflection and walked lightly.

These sergeants have all been trained by Xin Laoqi and others. They are already very skilled in special combat techniques, but they lack actual combat.

Coming here is actual combat, and it is actual combat under the enemy's nose.

The moonlight was pale, submerged in the vast starlight.

Wang Yan's gaze seemed to be directly ahead, but out of the corner of his eye he was looking at the row of houses on the left.

The three sergeants gradually approached the left side, and Wang Yan and the others were almost to the opposite side of the house.

Chen Deng suddenly felt that the sounds around him had disappeared, and his ears were empty.

His eyes were also extremely sharp. The stars in the sky cast light on the house,

Reflecting everything, it also reflects a shadow.

Wang Yan's voice came from behind, low and urgent: "There are only six of us. If we were an army, we would be surrounded now. They are not an army!"

Chen Deng figured it out instantly and shouted: "Get out!"

He used the words that Tatars are accustomed to. As soon as the shout came out, someone shouted from a row of houses on the left, and then figures rushed out.

Chen Deng was already staring at these people. After they all rushed out, under the starlight, the Tatar leader of the small force in the morning was among them, smiling proudly.

"kill!"

The Tatar leader shouted. He didn't want to shout loudly, even if no one would care about the fighting here.

Since it was demolished, it has become a no-nonsense zone, and many armed fights have occurred. The garrison in the city went from actively arresting people at the beginning to being indifferent now, vividly demonstrating the fact that Samarkand still has a lot of work to do if it wants to settle down.

Of course Wang Yan also knew this, so he shouted without any scruples: "Kill them all, leaving no one alive!"

Chen Deng was the first to rush forward.

This is a small force of more than 20 people. They usually make a living in the slums by extorting money. Today, Wang Yan and the others have lost face. They are afraid that their jobs in the future will not be secure, so they set up an ambush at night and want to kill them in one fell swoop. Wang Yan and others then regained their authority.

More than twenty people against six people, if you don't kill them all, they are considered useless.

So the Tatar leader was very proud to command.

The three Ming soldiers had already rushed out, their short swords flashing, and they collided with more than ten people.

There was no shouting and killing. After avoiding the wooden stick, the short sword swiped the opponent's neck, and blood sprayed into the sky.

Under the starlight, the red blood was reflected with a slight green.

Chen Deng's body just slightly tilted to avoid a knife, and then waved his right hand and continued to rush forward.

Xiao Guwei was besieged by two long swords at the same time. He avoided one and blocked the other with a short sword.

After a clang, Xiao Guwei punched the Adam's apple of the left opponent with his left hand.

With a hiccup, the man's Adam's apple sank deeply, and then he covered his throat and stumbled backwards.

The other man's long sword was blocked, and just as he was about to retract the sword and launch an attack again, Xiao Guwei rushed towards him.

The man had no time to react, so he punched randomly.

Xiao Guwei tilted his head slightly, then crashed into the man's arms, and pulled his right knee up hard.

In the silent crush, the man suffered the most excruciating pain in his life, which was more painful than being alive.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Xiao Guwei cut his throat with a knife.

The air that had just accumulated in the chest suddenly burst out, and it rushed through the blood-spurting throat, turning the blood into a waterfall.

All this took only a few breaths, and Xiao Guwei killed two people in a flash.

And Wang Yan was faster, his figure dodged in the chaos of knives, and the short knife in his hand was like a butcher knife in the hand of a chef, accurately wiping through the opponent's vital points.

At this time, you can't stab, it will delay time, and there is a possibility that the short knife will be bitten.

An enemy looked at Wang Yan, who was like a killing god, rushing over, and in a panic, he forgot to resist and only knew to open his mouth and shout.

Wang Yan frowned slightly and stared at the Tatar leader. He inserted the short knife in his hand into the mouth of the shouting man, and the tip of the knife penetrated the back of his neck.

In the mind of the Tatar leader, Wang Yan and others were just a group of down-and-out vagrants, and calling them horse thieves was overestimating them.

So he deliberately wanted to establish his authority tonight, and he didn't even bring a knife.

Please remember the domain name of the first release of this book:. Shuquge_Mobile reading website: