Chapter 497: Manslaughter

The next evening, Wen Quan led a team of twenty cavalrymen and left Danzhou City under the cover of darkness.

After walking for about an hour, we finally arrived near Yangjia Village.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Wen Quan raised his hand and made a gesture, and everyone stopped without making any sound.

Wenquan looked towards the village and saw lanterns hanging at the doors of several houses and candles flickering inside the houses.

The village in front of us looks so peaceful, so where did the many corpses found along the way come from?

Wenquan frowned and saw that there were no pedestrians on the village road, so he had an idea in his mind.

He made a few gestures that had been communicated in advance, and his men understood. Groups of four guarded several key locations in Yangjia Village.

Wen Quan himself got off his horse, tiptoed to the outside of a house with a light on, and listened attentively to the noise inside.

Sure enough, the sound of several men talking could be heard in the room.

"Brothers, you have been in Northern Xinjiang longer than me. Have you ever received such strange orders before?"

Another man said:

"No, this is the first time we've encountered such a thing. Not only did they ask us to come and wipe out the rebellious villagers in Yangjia Village, but they actually asked us to change into the villagers' clothes and live here, and they didn't say how long we would stay..."

"Yes, we are soldiers. We don't go to the battlefield to fight. We are pretending to be villagers here to eat and drink. We are not allowed to carry swords... What is this?"

"These are all orders from above. What can we, the little pawns, say? Come, have a drink."

Wen Quan, who was outside the house, frowned and his eyes were filled with even more confusion.

These people certainly sounded like Northern Frontier soldiers, but they didn't seem to have any idea what they were supposed to do, and they didn't mention any military action.

What does King Zhenbei want to do?

Wenquan looked around the village, but he didn't see any other horses except the ones he brought with him. It seemed that these people were not cavalry.

He roughly estimated based on the size of the village that it could accommodate a hundred people at most, and it did not seem to pose any threat to Danzhou for the time being.

After much deliberation, Wen Quan decided not to alert the enemy and planned to notify his subordinates to retreat quietly.

Just then, a big yellow dog jumped out from somewhere in the village and started barking like crazy.

There was a sound of a wooden door opening.

The yellow dog seemed to be stimulated by the smell of the horse and suddenly jumped in one direction. Then the neighing of war horses was heard in the woods.

Wenquan's face suddenly changed.

Exposed!

"There is an enemy!" Wooden doors were pushed open and many "villagers" rushed out.

Some of them came with empty hands, while others picked up hoes and shovels from the wall.

Seeing this, Wenquan did not panic. He immediately jumped on the horse and whistled.

Upon hearing the order, the cavalrymen rushed towards the village from different directions.

The soldiers disguised as villagers were terrified and turned around to run, only to find that several main roads in the village were blocked by cavalry.

Soon, everyone was trapped in an open space in the center of the village.

Wen Quan rode forward, glanced coldly, and said in a dignified voice:

"Who among you leads the team?"

One person raised his eyes and said cautiously:

"Sir... We are all honest villagers..."

"Villagers?" Wen Quan sneered.

"If you are the villagers, why are there only young men like you and no old, young, women or children?"

The man was stunned and lowered his head guiltily.

Wenquan raised his sword and said loudly:

"Listen, Northern Frontier rebels. Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Those people looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they were numerous, they had no weapons or armor.

Besides, the enemy are cavalry, wearing heavy armor and carrying long spears. If they rush in, it will be no different from chopping meat and vegetables.

"Dang--" Someone threw the hoe in his hand to the ground and slowly squatted down.

The second and third person did the same.

A dozen assassins who had been hiding among them looked at each other, exchanged glances, and determined murderous intent burst out of their eyes!

They suddenly shouted loudly in the crowd:

"Why are you so cowardly? Fight them!"

Those people shouted, raised the shovels and hoes in their hands, and rushed towards the cavalry that surrounded them like crazy.

“Puff——”

The man who was rushing in the front had his chest cut open by a cavalryman's bullet, and blood splattered everywhere!

Once those people started to take action, the cavalrymen would naturally not sit still and wait to die. The two sides started fighting, and those who had originally planned to surrender had to pick up their weapons and start charging in order to survive.

The situation is now out of control and both sides can only fight to the death.

In the blink of an eye, two cavalrymen were injured, dragged off their horses, and chopped into meat paste on the spot.

Wen Quan's eyes were filled with coldness and ruthlessness, and a murderous aura instantly enveloped his whole body.

He drew his sword and ordered in a deep voice:

"kill!"

In an instant, the small Yangjia Village was filled with the sound of killing and blood flowed like a river.

Under the cover of night, Murong Jing led a team of Silver Dragon Cavalry to the vicinity of Yangjia Village, and they heard the sound of fighting mixed with desperate screams.

Her face turned grim and she rushed towards Yangjia Village without hesitation.

When she arrived at the village entrance, the first scene she saw was Wen Quan raising his knife, and then a head flew high into the air.

The corpse lying on the ground was wearing coarse cloth stained with blood, and holding a hoe in his hand, looking extremely miserable.

The familiar smell of blood filled the air, Murong Jing's face was as cold as frost, and murderous intent flashed in her eyes!

"My men, kill the rebels and protect the people!"

At her command, dozens of Silver Dragon Cavalry immediately rushed into the battlefield and fought with Wen Quan's cavalry.

Wen Quan was shocked. Could it be that the other party had an ambush?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind his neck, and he subconsciously dodged to the side.

A silver gun tip just grazed his right ear!

What a fast gun!

Wenquan was horrified and immediately turned around to meet the enemy.

The woman in front of him was very young. She was wearing a blood-red dress under her golden armor. Her eyes seemed to be dark red like blood, making her look like a Shura who was seeking death.

Wen Quan's heart was moved. Could this person be...

Before he could even open his mouth, the opponent fired another shot from above with the force of thunder!

Wen Quan raised his knife to block, and in an instant he felt his whole arm was numb and sore, and even blood oozed from the base of his right hand!

"Princess Ningyue, please listen to me!" Wen Quan squeezed out these words with great effort.

Murong Jing was already accustomed to hearing her opponent's begging for mercy and delaying words, and the murderous intent in her eyes did not waver in the slightest.

She could still vividly remember the corpses of the villagers she saw along the way, and she also witnessed with her own eyes this group of people slaughtering people indiscriminately in the village.

What else is there to say!?

Murong Jing's moves were extremely powerful, and each of her shots went straight to the vital points. Wen Quan was in a state of disarray after only a few moves.

"Princess, I am the governor of Danzhou..." Wen Quan only had time to say these few words before his whole expression froze.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the half of the spear that was embedded in his chest, his eyes becoming extremely complicated.

Wen Quan raised his eyes again and looked at Murong Jing, who had no expression on her face, with difficulty. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

However, his throat was already filled with blood and he could only make a "ho ho" sound.

Those who massacre civilians and bring disaster to the country and the people should be killed.

Murong Jing drew out his spear and watched coldly as Wen Quan, who had lost his support, fell off his horse and landed in the mud.

The crescent-shaped white robe was soon stained scarlet by the blood gushing from his chest.

At this time, Murong Jing noticed that Wen Quan's left hand moved. He raised his left arm with the last bit of strength in his life and slowly touched his chest.

Then the light in the pair of phoenix eyes finally faded and disappeared.

Murong Jing frowned slightly and looked at Wen Quan's actions before his death, as if he was about to take something from his arms.

She jumped off the horse, walked to Wenquan's body, squatted down, reached into his collar, and indeed felt a letter.

A letter soaked in blood, but still warm.

Murong Jing ordered someone to bring a torch and tried hard to distinguish the ink stains on the letter that were stained with blood.

There were only a few lines in the letter, but they were like heavy hammers hitting Murong Jing's heart!

Murong Jing's eyes suddenly widened, her head buzzed, and her body froze in place as if frozen!