The large ships and small boats anchored outside the east gate of Wujun were all silent. Except for the torches hanging high on the masts, there was a black bank on the water. Most of the soldiers on the ships had fallen asleep, and except for the night watchmen, no one was on board.

Move around.

The lights on Sun Fu's boat were also dark, but he did not sleep. He stood in front of the window, looking at the Wujun city wall with only a few firelights in the distance, his face calm.

In a daze, some distant sounds floated in the night wind, and then passed into the cabin...

Sun Fu turned around and saw a faint fire rising near Wujun Nancheng. He was stunned for a moment and then frowned.

The soldiers on the ship were also awakened. Someone rushed to Sun Fu's cabin, opened the door without politeness, stretched his head in and took a look. He happened to meet Sun Fu's cold gaze, and then subconsciously snorted.

, slammed the hatch and left.

"Everyone, wake up! Look everywhere! No chaos!"

The footsteps sounded chaotically on the ship, echoing the commotion in the south of Wujun City.

"This is for someone..."

Sun Fu lowered his eyelids and sat with his eyes closed like a statue.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

……╭(╯^╰)╮……

Zhang Dimao hid in the grass, staring at the ships in front of him with bright eyes.

Behind Zhang Dimao are the water-based experts he brought this time. They are all squatting in the grass, showing their eyes like wild beasts. Living in this world, Zhang Dimao feels that becoming a pawn of a nobleman is not a good idea.

A sad thing, because what is even more sad are those who are not even qualified to be minions...

Hunger, illness, and labor. Teenagers have to shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the family. They start to grow old at the age of twenty. They suffer from illness in their thirties and forties. Various deformities of the body and red, swollen and painful joints caused by long hours of labor.

And even after all these sacrifices, I still can’t keep my children fed and clothed with tears.

Zhang Dimao's father was an honest man who couldn't even beat a fart with a stick.

So his father was beaten to death.

He was beaten to death by the ranger because Zhang Dimao's father accidentally knocked over the ranger's drink.

Zhang Dimao's father didn't know how to defend himself, nor how to protect himself. When someone hit him, he would just run away holding his head, and then he was caught up...

Having enjoyed the fight, the ranger went back to continue drinking.

As for Zhang Dimao's father, he didn't fart much until his death. He just held Zhang Dimao's hand, and then reluctantly died...

Then Zhang Dimao grabbed the only remaining iron tool at home, a hoe that was originally used to treat the land, ran to the market, and struck the hoe on the head of the ranger and libertine who killed his father!

Just like plowing down one's own farmland, plowing down Zhang Dimao's original road.

The old ranger did not expect that what he drank was guillotin wine.

The old ranger is dead.

Abandoned like a wild dog in the market, no one collects the body.

Zhang Dimao stood next to the dead old ranger's body and successfully changed his profession to become a new ranger.

Because he was avenging his father, the local magistrate said something with a smile, waved his hand as if to chase away a fart, and just fined Zhang Dimao for a month of hard labor before letting him go.

From that moment on, Zhang Dimao discovered that he was actually nothing, not even a fart.

Now, Zhang Dimao felt that he was getting old too, because the dead old ranger appeared from his dream without knowing when, with a head full of blood, cursing him sadly, waiting for him...

Zhang Dimao waved his hand forward, then bit into the bone-breaking knife and got into the water.

The sound of water gurgling is like the sound of blood spurting out after a large blood vessel in the human body ruptures.

Behind Zhang Dimao is a ranger like him.

Biting the knife the same way.

The blade licks blood.

Once you embark on this road, you can only move forward. If you stop, you will die.

Zhang Dimao couldn't stop because the person behind him also had a knife!

……ヽ(｀⌒??)??……

The Wu soldiers at the east gate did not move.

Although the hustle and bustle of Nancheng continued to reach the water gate in the east of the city, it seemed to be just background music and could not attract much attention from these Wu soldiers.

The leading general stood on the water gate wall in the darkness, holding his sword. Looking down through the battlements, the water rippled in the sporadic firelight, like a fish caught in a fishing net struggling desperately.

Behind the general is a group of soldiers wearing armor.

The murderous intent spreads.

It seemed that he didn't wait long. After there was a commotion on the ship below, the general sneered and actually ordered the door to be opened and rushed out of the city!

The soldiers and armor clashed loudly, reflecting the cold light in the dark night.

The soldiers on the ship cheered, while the Zhang Dimao people who climbed onto the ship from the dark river were panicked and didn't understand why the original plan went wrong...

"Protect the general!"

The generals of the water gate guards screamed loudly and looked ferocious as they hurried towards the ships.

The soldiers on the ship were overjoyed and came forward, saying, "Great! The thief is over there!"

"Okay!" The Minato guard general laughed ferociously, "I got it! Go ahead with peace of mind!" As he said this, he slashed with his sword.

"clang!"

The two swords struck each other, and the ship soldier who blocked hastily was slashed back two steps. Before he could scream again, he was hacked to death by the water gate soldiers who rushed at him and fell into the water.

"What are you doing?!"

The soldiers on the ship had no idea that what was waiting for them was not reinforcements, but evil spirits urging them to die.

Things started in a hurry, and the number of soldiers on the ship was not very large. In addition, under the great joy and sorrow, they retreated steadily, and they were all killed in the blink of an eye...

"He's one of ours!" Zhang Dimao laughed, took in the cold air, covered the wound on his arm, and came forward happily. "It's done! It's done!"

The general wiped the blood from his face and walked towards Zhang Dimao.

"Brother is... uh..." Zhang Dimao was about to go up and chat with him for a few words, but suddenly he felt a chill in his chest and abdomen, and then he saw the general's ferocious smile.

"Who the hell is your brother?!"

The general raised his foot and kicked Zhang Dimao into the water.

The moonlight is chaotic.

The water is ice cold.

In a daze, Zhang Dimao felt that the old ranger from back then had appeared out of nowhere, hugged his waist, wrapped around his back, and dragged him bit by bit into the boundless darkness with a strange smile...

"Kill them all!" The general roared, with a strong smell of blood, "Don't let anyone go!"

The screams and the sound of falling water gradually became silent.

The hatch was opened again.

"What is supposed to come will come after all." Sun Fu sat in the cabin, looking at the general who broke in through the door, and raised his head calmly, "Who do you belong to?"

The general smiled ferociously: "Go to Huangquan Road and ask! Come on!"
Chapter completed!