Just by looking at each other, almost half of the other party fell.
This is not a vagabond, and the horse bandits are not as fierce as they are.
The Tatar leader, who had been a horse bandit, panicked.
He turned around sharply and saw the three Wang Yan's subordinates coldly wielding their knives, and his green-skinned subordinates were desperately wielding all kinds of weapons, but they couldn't touch the three people at all.
The sound of blood spurting out of the sneer was clear, and in the midst of the screams, the Tatar leader shouted: "I will take men to you!
” He has more experience in slums than Wang Yan and others, and if Wang Yan and others want to make a career in the slums, then there are always not many people under him.
So he turned around again to face Wang Yan, who had already rushed to him, and raised his hand and said, "I am willing to ......"
Wang Yan wiped his neck with a single sword.
In a short period of time, most of these ruffians were slaughtered by Wang Yan and other six people.
When the leader fell, the rest froze for a moment, then let out a shout and prepared to flee.
Without Wang Yan's order, everyone went to catch up, and in the flash of the sword, the enemies who had just started fell to the ground one after another.
These are almost the best soldiers of this era, and under the tempering of various techniques, Fang Xing is confident that their means of killing people are invincible in the world.
Tonight's ambush was like a farce, and a group of green-skinned ruffians had probably killed people, so they thought they were invincible in the world.
But when Wang Yan and others, who were regarded as little white rabbits by them, did it, they tragically discovered that they were little white rabbits.
The last few enemies probably felt that they could not outrun the pursuers, so they abandoned their swords and knelt on the ground to surrender.
The fear of and urine made Wang Yan a little interesting and said: "This is not training, it is slaughtering." ” It was over quickly, and Xiao Guwei took people to deal with the wounds on those corpses, so that people could see the effect of hacking to death with a knife.
Chen Deng came over and looked very relaxed.
"My lord, do you want to bury it?"
Wang Yan nodded and said: "Don't be careless at the critical moment, and bury it after you finish dealing with it." ” It was already late at night after the processing, but there was no sergeant here to inspect, which confirmed some of Wang Yan's thoughts.
"Mi'ergan must have thought it was revenge between officials, so tonight it's just that the ghettos of the powerful will be more lively."
Chen Deng said: "The subordinates of Mi'er Gan have mixed experiences, and there are many brave and ruthless fighters, and there are many contradictions between each other, and they can't be suppressed if they are not careful, and when the time comes, it will be fire and Samarkand!"
” Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, "We can't expect more, we will be ready to do it when we turn around." ” They disappeared into the night with the smell of blood, but Mi'er Gan was woken up for the second time, and there was nowhere to vent the anger in his belly.
"Another one died?"
He glanced at the courtiers with different expressions, and said tiredly, "Who did it?"
” No one answered, not even if they hadn't done it, not even the most suspicious people couldn't answer.
At this time, whoever answers will be passive, either suspicious or hateful.
Silence is not a good idea, at least Mi'ergan can't tell whose side these courtiers are on.
At present, he only trusts those who started his family, but the courtiers who joined later have already integrated into the upper echelons of Haret, and once purged, the price will not be high.
If it is in the Ming Dynasty, whether it is the Hongwu year when there is a lack of officials, or the Yongle year when the world is the enemy, the two heroes have no lack of courage to start again.
And Miergan was obviously not the male master, so he was quietly observing these courtiers.
And these courtiers are also speculating about who did it and whether they can benefit from it.
Assassination is probably the most disturbing and angry means of political activities, and it is no longer the most important thing who does it, but whether this trend of assassination will become bigger and bigger.
Some of the courtiers had been under the command of several princes, and after Mi'er had taken in Haret as evidence of his own broad-mindedness, he took them in.
These people are born with the label of not being trusted, and the possibility of being in Cao Ying's heart in Han.
So at this moment, they were excluded by the old courtiers of Mi'ergan.
The undercurrent surging below was also aware of it, but at the moment he couldn't exert too much pressure, otherwise it would upset the balance.
The courtiers seemed to be very respectful, but Mi'er sighed secretly and said, "Since the defeat to the Ming people, Haret has been torn apart, and then there are constant internal strife.
Now that Harel is united again, we must be vigilant, wary of the Ming people who are eyeing each other, so this is not the time for infighting. ” He hesitated for a moment, but finally voiced the hidden concern in his heart: "And that ally, we must be on high alert to ensure that Haret does not become someone else's mouth. ” These words can be described as earnest and sincere, and it is even more heart-heavy for the monarch to say it.
"We're not at the time to sit back and relax, everything is a threat, so we have to work together, not fight openly."
Mi'er Gan was also observing those courtiers as he spoke, and when he saw a few people raising their heads, their expressions were embarrassed, and they couldn't help but be slightly happy in their hearts.
Monarchs, especially the founding monarchs, can take advantage of others if they are eloquent.
Miergan hated compromise with his courtiers, but he was able to unify Harieh, and all forces were being integrated, and there were still many secret opponents.
And he doesn't have the prestige of a hero, so he needs to solve them one by one.
It was late at night, and someone below yawned covertly, but the sound was heard far away in the silence.
Mi'er didn't move.
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The courtiers can't move either!
It's a temptation.
In the wake of today's revenge assassination, Miergan needs to create an irritating environment and see who has ambition and who has the city.
He put his hands on his cheeks as if he was napping, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
The courtiers were exhausted, and there was some unsettling restlessness underneath.
Just then, an officer walked in.
The atmosphere below immediately relaxed, and Mil Dry sighed in his heart, and when the officer approached, he asked, "Did you catch it?"
” He left these courtiers behind, firstly, to observe, and secondly, to wait for the results.
In his left hand, he holds the hilt of the short sword, which was left by the old king after his suicide, representing shame and strength.
He longed for revenge with the dagger, and before that, he had to straighten out the internal relations within Haret.
With a wet and cold breath on the officer's body, he whispered: "Wang, they rushed in directly, the room is like a slaughtering scene, and the smell of blood can make people vomit."
In our experience, there must be people in the military among those people, yes, otherwise they wouldn't be so calm......"
Mi'er sighed and said, "I just want to know if I've been caught?"
” The officer shook his head awkwardly: "No, they are veterans, they ran away after killing people, and we can't catch the murderer unless the whole city searches." ” This is a tactical suggestion, but it is strategically wrong.
Mi'er Gan looked at those courtiers and sighed: "We are still in crisis, so we need to work hard to make a move, okay, let's go back." ” Watching the courtiers go out slowly, Mi Ergan beckoned slightly, and the officer leaned over and leaned down.
His beard trembled slightly, and his eyes followed those courtiers indifferently, and he said softly: "Keep an eye on them and see who is the traitor." ” The officer nodded, and suggested again: "Wang, the murderer must still smell of blood on his body, search the whole city." ” "That's going to be a scary."
Mi'er didn't care about the death of two courtiers, not to mention that it was still dog eat dog in his eyes.
"Samarkand needs stability, and what we need is stability when meat fans are about to fully intervene in Haret!"