Zhao Hu, his face grim, pointed at them and roared.
"Get out here, all of you, and let the refugees in first."
"Pooh."
A guerrilla general looked at him, spat on the ground, and cursed.
"Who do you think you are? You're just a lowly auxiliary soldier from the capital, and you dare to order me around?"
In his eyes, he was a seventh-rank guerrilla general, and this auxiliary soldier from the capital had no right to talk nonsense about him.
Looking at the arrogant and domineering appearance of these officers and soldiers, Zhao Hu felt a fire burning in his heart.
"The Immortal Master has ordered me to manage the rules here. Since you are here, you must obey my rules."
The guerrilla general smiled dismissively.
"Stop making a big deal out of nothing. Even if it were a celestial being, he would have to make sure we were sheltered from the rain before he could go and save these lowly people."
"That's right, the lives of these lowly people are nothing compared to ours."
A group of officers and soldiers echoed this sentiment.
They felt that as officers and soldiers, they were superior to the refugees, so they should protect themselves first and wait for the rain to stop before rescuing others.
I did nothing wrong by doing this!
Zhao Hu, supporting his sword, walked over.
Say it again.
The guerrilla general stared at him fiercely, his face contorted with rage.
"You bastard, you still fucking..."
rub.
In the inky night rain, a silver blade flashed.
A human head fell to the ground.
The nearby refugees looked over in panic, forgetting that it was still raining.
Zhao Hu slowly sheathed his sword and stood tall and straight in front of the officers and soldiers.
At this moment, his face showed none of the usual humility.
He didn't have that air of a seasoned veteran.
He stood there, like a flag on the battlefield.
The officers and soldiers were shocked to see their general beheaded.
After realizing what was happening, someone drew a knife and shouted.
"Avenge the general!"
Looking at the officers and soldiers in front of him, Zhao Hu took out a token from his pocket, held it up, and said.
"Zhao Hu, a secret agent of the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard, is here. Anyone who dares to take a step forward will be killed without mercy!"
The group of officers and soldiers stopped and looked at each other.
Only the guerrilla general's confidant spoke, brandishing his sword.
"He's all alone, what are you afraid of? Avenge the general, otherwise his family will not let us off the hook."
Thinking of the general's family's power, the officers and soldiers gritted their teeth and began to surround him.
Zhao Hu showed no fear and shouted calmly.
"Where are the Imperial Guards of the Ming Dynasty? Step forward!"
rub!
A series of sword-drawing sounds rang out, and dozens of auxiliary soldiers stood behind him, glaring menacingly at the group of officers and soldiers.
"The Imperial Guards of the Ming Dynasty are here! Who dares to be disrespectful!"
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