NOVEL NEXT Chapter 44: Each one fights for himself
The levels of the painted skin ghosts in Xiuzhao Building are different.
There are [Level 5 Painted Skin Lady], [Level 6 Painted Skin Slave], [Level 8 Painted Skin Dancer] and other types.
But they all have one thing in common, that is, they have low fighting will.
Since they gained intelligence and put on painted skins, they have been indulging in pleasure. In addition to mechanical fighting instincts, they have no corresponding fighting experience and fighting will.
Therefore, when they saw the armored and sharp soldiers, in addition to making noises and throwing tantrums, the only thing left was to escape.
Bang, bang, bang...
When Zhou Yuan went up to the second floor and ordered the girls to go downstairs for blood tests, the hidden painted skins opened the doors and windows one by one and jumped down from the second floor.
The people watching on the street didn't know what happened yet. They only saw a group of armored soldiers entering the building. After a while, several women in cool clothes jumped off the building and fled.
The swaying of the white, straight, and soft things made the onlookers shout that it was exciting.
"Help, the soldiers are killing people."
"My dear, save me, those soldiers are crazy and want to kill us all."
"Be quiet, the Jing'an Army is entering the city to deal with the ghost plague, everyone be careful, these guys who escape must be evil ghosts, don't be confused and lose your life."
"The captain's order, those who escape will be killed without mercy, and those who disrupt the army will be severely punished."
On one side, the weak and naive Jiaoniang cried, and on the other side, the armed soldiers threatened. The onlookers couldn't tell who was good and bad for a while.
But the chest of four taels, white and soft flesh, is always more beautiful than the sword and shield in the hands of the soldiers, and more sympathetic.
Several men were about to jump out to say a fair word, but they were held tightly by the people around them.
"Are you crazy? The captain's order has come out. Do you think the Jing'an Army dare not kill you?"
"What if they can kill me? Even if they have the order, they can't be so presumptuous."
Some were held back, and some were not.
A few hot-blooded men just shouted a few times to seek justice, but they were frightened by something even more outrageous.
The generals and five archers on the second floor drew their bows and arrows, and rushed towards the fleeing fair and graceful ladies with a rain of arrows.
Bang, bang, bang...
The painted skin hit by Zhou Yuan's tiger-shooting bow and evil-suppressing arrows exploded instantly, and the evil spirits scattered, turning into dust on the ground.
The painted skin shot by the blood-killing arrow of the divine arm was like a balloon with a hole in it, leaking air as it moved. After running a few steps, the huge, straight and round skin became soft and wrinkled.
"Ghosts, there really are ghosts, and they are wearing human skin."
"Are those guys who jumped out accomplices? Catch them and verify their identities."
"General, you are a great archer. Quickly shoot the ghosts. If they escape, who dares to go out at night?"
Before Zhou Yuan climbed the building, he used the spiritual liquid with the five divine arms, so he had enough excuses to see the ghosts.
Therefore, he never stopped shooting the bow until he shot all the painted skin beauties who jumped off the building, and then he lowered his arm.
"Prick the blood of those who shouted to check their bodies, and see if they are possessed by ghosts or ghosts with painted skin."
"Yes."
"Be gentle, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."
"Sir, I have blood, I am a human, I just acted stupidly, don't be angry with me."
Until the assistant soldiers pressed him to the ground and pricked his blood to check his body, the shouters understood what military law means.
Like a mountain in the physical sense, the strong soldiers suppressed them firmly in groups of two, and did not tolerate any resistance.
"Haha..., that's how it should be.
You just open your mouth and think you are righteous and we are unruly soldiers. You are too arbitrary in your justice."
The Xuanjia soldiers on the second floor were very relieved to see this scene. They checked the ghosts on the second floor, not downstairs.
If they were standing on the street just now, they would not be as easy to talk to as the assistant soldiers. Even if they didn't use knives, they would hit them with shields.
"Okay, the ghosts on the second floor have been cleared, let's go to the first floor to check."
In fact, there are no painted skin ghosts among the girls on the first floor, but the process of blood pricking and body examination still needs to be followed, otherwise they can't prove their innocence.
After Zhou Yuan handed the inspection to the Xuanjia soldiers, he walked out of Xiuzhao Tower and collected arrows and picked up the explosions.
In this battle, a total of 5 portions of Jiyin liquid were obtained, and one each of the props Painted Skin Dancer and Painted Skin Lady.
In addition to the contributions of the Painted Skin Rogue and Painted Skin Flower Lady before, he already had 12 portions of Jiyin liquid in his hand.
When the onlookers saw the military officer Zhou Yuan come downstairs to collect the arrows, they immediately realized that these arrows that can kill ghosts are good stuff.
But the surrounding soldiers were eyeing them covetously, so they dared not act recklessly and could only lament that they missed the good stuff.
"My Dalang is also serving in the camp, and he is a soldier in the Wuwei camp. I wonder if he can ask him to ask for a ghost-killing arrow to use at home to protect the house."
"What are you thinking? The military officer in the camp came out to collect the arrows himself, which means that the military officer himself does not have enough, so how can he use it for your Dalang."
"That's not necessarily true. Arrows will always be damaged. We don't want good ones, but bad ones are fine."
The onlookers were just overthinking. The bloody arrows could not flow out of the bag of the divine arm.
The better evil-suppressing arrows in Zhou Yuan's hands were also spotted by his subordinates, the divine arm hands. Before entering the city, he promised to hand over the damaged arrows to them for repair and use.
"Uncle Du, these two arrows look useless, give them to us."
"Take them. The arrow body is cracked, the arrowhead is fine, but the spiritual energy has probably dissipated."
"It's dissipated, so it's dissipated. This arrowhead is good, better than the armor-piercing arrow. It can still be used after repairing it."
After Zhou Yuan handed the broken arrow to the God Arm Hand, he climbed up the flower building again and looked in the direction of Chunrongfang.
The painted skins behaved too abnormally. They clearly had the ability to manage groups, but they let their subordinates fight on their own, and were even eliminated by the Jing'an Army.
Even if they could not defeat the Jing'an Army with the support of warriors in a head-on battle, they should concentrate their strength and try their best.
But they seemed to have given up struggling and let the Jing'an Army clean up the middle-level contact units.
In this way, how can the upper-level painted skin officials finely control the painted skin people hidden in the folks, relying on the loyalty and consciousness of the lower levels?
"They are too scattered. If they continue like this, they can only delay us for some time and not cause much actual damage.
The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Ghost Festival are too special. Maybe they are just delaying time to lower our vigilance by fighting on their own."
The operation went too smoothly, which has both advantages and disadvantages.
Now the warriors in various counties have despised the strength of the painted skins and think that they are just some fragile ghosts.
This is what the Painted Skins wanted, or what the Painted Skin Ghost Mother wanted.
At this time, in the secluded courtyard of Chunrongfang and the County Prime Minister's Zuo Liao Luo Mansion, different types of Painted Skins, such as Painted Skin Manning, Painted Skin Scholars, and Painted Skin Warriors, gathered together.
"Mother, our subordinates can't hold on any longer. The armored soldiers are rampant in the streets. We will force them out and kill them one by one by pricking their blood to test their bodies.
The wailing sound is heartbreaking. Please order a counterattack. Even if we die in battle, it is much better than being killed at will."
"Wait a little longer, it will be dark soon.
The ghost gate will open on the night of the Zhongyuan Festival. Only the dead can enter."