Today's meal was the best meal they had ever had since they were born.
A luxurious meal that they couldn't even imagine.
Why are there vegetables and meat?
It turned out that in one of the two dark rooms in the granary, various greens and wild vegetables were stored.
The other one contains pork, fish, chicken, duck, etc.
"After eating and drinking, it's time to show those dwarfs some strength." Zeng Zhipeng licked the oil on his lips and said domineeringly.
"Roar, roar, roar!" The men, who had eaten and drunk their fill, raised their heads and roared.
This means an attack is about to begin.
"Okay! A surprise attack tonight, roasted braised pig!" Feng Zixuan made the final decision.
It’s the hour of the night!
It was a dark and windy night, and a quiet atmosphere enveloped the entire Meijiang Village. Only the rustling sound of the wind through the treetops seemed to whisper endless stories.
The dark and windy night is perfect for doing "shameful" things. It seems that God is helping Meijiang Village.
At this time, the Japanese slaves were sleeping soundly, with only a few people left on night duty.
Of course, Feng Zixuan let the sleeping pills float in the air, making them sleep more deeply, thus achieving twice the result with half the effort.
The drug was given by Su Sijin. The granary not only had vegetables and meat but also a pharmacy. After Shen Tingyun made the drug, he calculated the wind direction and scattered it to the Japanese slaves.
"put!"
At Feng Zixuan's command, countless fire sticks were thrown at the Japanese slaves.
That night, flames from the direction of Meijiang Village shot straight into the sky. From afar, the bright red night sky looked like a gorgeous sunset cloud, so beautiful.
It’s bright red and looks very beautiful.
The next day!
The smell of burning lingered in the air for a long time.
"They are so lucky that not all of them were burned to death. There are still more than 10,000 Japanese slaves alive." Zeng Zhipeng spat out a mouthful of stars in the direction of the Japanese slaves.
"While they are still struggling to catch their breath, replenish their defense supplies such as stones, kerosene, sticks, bamboo arrows, etc." Feng Zixuan looked at the Japanese slaves under the wall, gritting his teeth in anger.
If there were enough defensive supplies, he would definitely pursue the victory.
They were killed without any resistance.
What a pity to miss such a good opportunity.
In this way, the two sides kept to themselves for two days.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The silent night was once again struck by the sound of gongs and drums.
"The Japanese attacked at night. The Japanese attacked at night. The Japanese attacked at night."
The anxious voices mixed with the sounds of gongs and drums, and villagers rushed from all directions with weapons in their hands.
The rapid and urgent sound of gongs and drums made Feng Zixuan throw away the quilt, pick up the bow and arrow, and head towards the city wall.
By the time he arrived, many Japanese slaves had already broken through the city wall and were fighting with the villagers.
Zeng Zhipeng waved his sword and slashed at the Japanese invaders.
Jiang Hong joined the fight with a sword in hand.
Tang Peng led a group of Jie people (integrated with the villagers of Meijiang Village) and fought desperately.
The Japanese soldiers rushed up desperately as if they were possessed by demons.
Even though their clothes and hair were on fire, they seemed to feel no pain and climbed up recklessly with blank faces.
"What are they?"
"Why aren't you afraid of pain?"
"Why aren't you afraid of death?"
"Ah... they are so terrible, they actually plan to perish together with us." Tang Peng narrowly avoided the fire man that was rushing towards him.
"Lord Feng, what on earth are they? Why aren't they afraid of pain or death?" Jiang Hong also narrowly escaped the Japanese invaders' desperate pursuit.
Some of the Japanese slaves had bamboo arrows and bows stuck in their chests, fighting with expressionless faces, their faces numb, like killing machines.
They seemed to have no sense of pain, their eyes were dull, but they knew who the 'enemy' was, as if they were controlled by something.
At this moment, their behavior is that of a killer puppet who has no sense of pain.
"There's something wrong with them." Feng Zixuan cut off the heads of those who blocked his way.
The lower body of this Japanese slave was burning in flames, only his head was intact, but he held a samurai sword and fought against others.
But even though they knew that something was wrong with the Japanese, they were powerless to do anything at the moment.
At this time, Shen Tingyun suppressed the churning in his stomach and stumbled to rush to Feng Zixuan.
Behind him, a Japanese slave raised his samurai sword and attacked Shen Tingyun.
Feng Zixuan watched in horror, the sharp sword in his hand was unsheathed, Shen Tingyun felt a chill on his back and squatted down instinctively.
The sharp sword pierced the Japanese soldier's eyebrows and he fell straight down the city wall.
Shen Tingyun touched her chest in fear, once again so close to death. At this moment, in addition to her weak legs, she couldn't even remember why she came up.
Feng Zixuan's face turned ashen, and he started to retort, "Swords have no eyes. If it weren't for me, you would have become a soul under the sword right now. Can you, a rich girl, please stop coming out to cause trouble?"
Shen Tingyun was already scared, and Feng Zixuan made trouble for her without knowing the truth. She felt wronged. She looked at Feng Zixuan stubbornly with red eyes and said:
"I've heard about the puppet-like Japanese slaves. I remember Sister Susu seemed to have told me about this. I came here to confirm it. If it's just as Sister Su said, then I can make an antidote."
The abnormal behavior of the Japanese slaves was controlled by poison. As long as the poison was removed, they would be afraid of pain and death like normal people.
Feng Zixuan, on the other hand, came up and called her a burden.
"I..." Feng Zixuan knew he was in the wrong and felt extremely guilty. He stretched out his hand to help the man up.
However, Shen Tingyun angrily rejected his good intentions, “I dare not trouble you, my lord. I can’t bear it.”
Listening to Shen Tingyun's choked voice, watching Shen Tingyun stubbornly trying to overcome his fear, he stood up with difficulty.
Shen Tingyun lowered his head, because he didn't want Feng Zixuan to see his weakness and fragility.
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