Chapter 314
2014-08-16
After a few months of leisurely life, Tang En seemed to be repaying debts and fell into endless busy.How many bandits are there in the north? Nobody knows. No one will count the idle pain in the balls, because the data changes almost every day. Of course, the increase is far more than the decrease.
Although I didn't do it myself every time, the tiring and tiring of the past few days still caused everyone a bit of visual fatigue. Vicious bandits, timid bandits, bandits or bandits... In Eisoan, apart from Carol, who is still eagerly carrying a sickle to look for opportunities to make a move, even Tang En can't help but sigh , What kind of troubled times produce heroes, this is obviously the countless Thief bandits... Of course, the results are still very significant. In a few days, more than a dozen bandit groups were destroyed in Tang En's hands. As for the ones destroyed by the Grey Cloth Armed Force, there were countless more.
The new location of Grey Cloth Armed Force is still some distance from the city, so there will inevitably be delays in the transmission of information.
Three days after the warning was issued, the results of the first day's bandit suppression were posted in various cities. The propaganda paper this time is a bit huge, not because the language is cumbersome, but the content is too long... "Black Fox Bandit, destroy. Bandit leader Black Fox, kill!"
"Shanying bandit group, kill. Bandit leader, Fierce Eagle, kill!"
"One-Eyed Giant bandit group, destroy. Bandit leader one-eyed person, kill!"
...all of the above information For the sake of truth, the heads of the bandit groups will be sent to the nearby city gate in succession.
To be continued……………… The small print of densely packed is neatly arranged, one after another extending downward until it fills the entire paper area.
No city resident was unmoved by this. Although it was only a row of ten small characters, it represented the destruction of one by one evil bandit group. Perhaps because too many handwritings gathered together, the people watching suddenly felt a little dizzy. In a trance, the black handwriting gradually turned into red, scarlet! And slowly dripping something down... Then, slowly, slowly, those handwriting faded and disappeared, replaced by battle scenes. The heroic Grey Cloth Armed Force warrior shouted slogans of justice and charged like a mad current, slashing the terrified bandits under the sword. The blood of sin was flowing on the blade edge, and the souls who had been wrongly killed in the hands of the bandits drifted and cheered on the side... Suddenly, the cheers gradually became clear and real!
"This is the Holy War of the Grey Cloth Armed Force!" "Long live the Grey Cloth Armed Force!" It sounded, and it sounded in every city in the north... Although the lives of these bandits and city residents were a little far apart, I saw these inspiring contents and saw those wicked bandits put to death. The citizens still couldn't help being excited, and couldn't help but run around to tell each other.
Look at the last sentence on the promotional paper again, "To be continued..."
What does this mean? This shows that the actions of the Grey Cloth Armed Force have not stopped there, and that there are still bandits that are constantly being killed. Too domineering, too relieved, too cool... The people need to vent, to vent the excitement that cannot be contained in their chests.
"The head is outside the city, go, go to the city gate!"
I don't know who made the call first, and the scattered people in each city began to gather. It is like a stream pouring into a river, pushing the tides and moving unswervingly towards the sea.
In the face of such a force, the garrison in the city, the guard hall, etc. all lost their voices. They knew that this imposing manner should be stifled and not allowed to ferment and grow. In fact, the nobles did give such a notice, but no military commander dared to give such an order. Of course, even if they ordered it, no one would implement it. What a joke, I don't want to play like this with a brainless person. It's strange that they don't get torn into pieces when they go up at this time... When these people reach the Quartet City Gate, of course, there is no head placed here. The message is easy to convey, and it can be done by a single person in a few days. But so many heads are not easy to transport. However, the people were not too disappointed. In this spacious place, they just used to celebrate and cheer, and casually sneered at the official newspaper.
Because newspapers in various cities are compiled the day before and sold the next morning. On this day, Grey Cloth Armed Force publicized its achievements, but the official newspapers were still belittling Grey Cloth Armed Force, repeating the argument that they did not do practical things before, and they were not optimistic about their actions this time, etc. There is no doubt that such a clear statement The comparison is undoubtedly a heavy slap in the face.
Some members of the public waved the Grey Cloth Armed Force propaganda paper in one hand and the official newspaper in the other hand, leading the surrounding crowd to ruthless mockery and cordial greetings to the fellows who edited the newspapers. Immediate family members... Compared with cities, the atmosphere in villages and towns is more lively. The villagers actually knew the news earlier. After all, the bandit group that was wiped out was not far from their village.
The villages and towns are not like cities. The city is too heavily guarded. The Grey Cloth Armed Force will be cautiously publicized, not to mention the public location, the donated materials and the soldiers who join the army. Even the secret liaison agency established by Joah is only for publicity and the inevitable collection of intelligence in the future.
And the villages and towns are different. The jurisdiction here is extremely weak. Coupled with the inexplicable death of the Lord Knight some time ago, these gentlemen are even more afraid to go out. So after the villagers finished celebrating, they set off a small climax of donating things and participating in the Grey Cloth Armed Force.
Of course, the most depressing people here are undoubtedly the bandits. Although due to competition, the gangsters' friendship is actually normal, basically they don't communicate, and sometimes they even have bad relations. But now the large number of deaths of peers has left the remaining people with a feeling of if the rabbit dies, the fox grieves.
Among them, the bandit group that is located within 30 kilometers of villages and towns feels the strongest. They knew the news earlier than the city's announcement, and their mood was even more complicated. There is anger naturally, but more worry and entanglement.
The worry is easy to understand, after all, no one knows when the group of God-killing Grey Cloth Armed Force will suddenly appear in front of them, you know, that is a terrible thing... As for the entanglement, it is because The bandits began to shake their minds. With so many colleagues dying in front of them, it is impossible to say that they are not afraid of it. But being a bandit is equivalent to coming out and hanging out, with your head on the waistband, and a fearless imposing manner. If you tell me to go, I will go. Wouldn't it be a loss of face to spread it out? What will you do on this road in the future? How can you keep your head up in front of your peers... but then again, if you don't leave, you can't beat it, and you will die properly! Alas, entanglement... It's not that no one thought of gathering their colleagues to resist the "atrocities" of the Grey Cloth Armed Force interfering with their "legitimate professions". But most people don't have this weight, and no one responds to what they say. And those with enough weight are mostly stationed next to the main mountain roads, far from the villages and towns. Since there is no need to worry about this problem, it will not come out.
However, just as the small bandits were in constant turmoil and tangled, they received an invitation.
After watching the gangster leaders, they couldn't help but look up and laugh, then put on fast horses and take their cronies out of the village... Needless to say, another Tempest began to faintly Taking shape... Unfortunately, not every Tempest can happen, and many times, they just turn into a cold wind that doesn't hurt or itch...