Chapter 209 The Rabbit Dies and the Fox Is Sad
After a few months of leisurely life, Tang En fell into endless busyness again, as if he was paying off a debt.
How many bandits and bandits are there in the north? Nobody knows. No one is bothered to keep statistics, because the data increases and decreases almost every day. Of course, there are far more increases than decreases.
Although they don't do it themselves every time, the exhaustion of running around in the past few days still makes everyone a little visual fatigue. Fierce bandits, cowardly bandits, bandits or bandits... In the gray space, except for little Carol who was still looking for opportunities to take action while carrying a sickle, even Tang En couldn't help but sigh, Heroes come out of troubled times, this is obviously the emergence of countless thieves and gangsters... Of course, despite repeated efforts, the results are still very significant. In a few days, more than ten thieves groups were wiped out by Tang En and others, and as for the gray-clothed army, they were wiped out by countless people.
The new base of the Gray Army is still some distance from the city, so there will inevitably be delays in transmitting information.
Three days after that warning was issued, the results of the first day's suppression of bandits were posted in various cities. The promotional paper this time is a bit huge, not because the language is cumbersome, but because the content is too lengthy... "The Black Fox Mountain Bandit Group, be destroyed. The bandit leader Black Fox, beheaded!"
"The Mountain Eagle bandit group is destroyed. The bandit leader Lie Ying is executed!"
"The Cyclops bandit group is destroyed. The bandit leader Cyclops is killed!"
...The above information is all true, and the heads of each bandit group will be sent to the gates of nearby cities one after another.
To be continued... The densely packed small characters are arranged neatly and extend downward one by one until they fill the entire paper area.
There was no city dweller who was not moved when they saw this. Although it was just a row of about ten small characters, it represented the elimination of each and every evil bandit group. Perhaps because too many handwritings were gathered together, the people watching suddenly felt a little dizzy. In a daze, the black writing gradually turned red, blood red! And slowly dripping something downwards... Then, slowly, slowly, those writings faded and disappeared, replaced by battle scenes. The brave warriors in gray uniforms shouted slogans of justice and charged like a violent current, killing the frightened bandits one by one. Sinful blood flowed on the blade, and the souls of those who had died unjustly at the hands of bandits were cheering aside... Suddenly, the cheers gradually became clear and real!
"This is the holy war of the Gray Army!" "Long live the Gray Army!" "Long live..."
The cry sounded in every street and alley, in every urban area, in every city in the north... Although these bandits live a little far away from the lives of urban residents, seeing these exciting contents and seeing those who committed heinous crimes The bandits killed him. The citizens couldn't help but be excited and rushed to tell each other.
Look at the last sentence on the promotional paper, "To be continued..."
What does this mean? This shows that the actions of the Gray Army have not stopped, and that there are still bandit groups that are being killed continuously. It’s too domineering, too relieving, and too refreshing... The people need to vent their unconcealed excitement.
"The head is outside the city. Let's go to the city gate!"
I don’t know who was the first to issue the call, and the dispersed people in each city began to gather. Just like streams pouring into the river, pushing the tide forward unswervingly towards the sea.
In the face of such power, the city's garrison, police department, etc. collectively lost their voices. They knew that they should stifle this momentum and not let it ferment and grow. In fact, the nobles did issue such notice, but no military commander dared to issue such an order. Of course, even if they gave the order, no one would carry it out. Are you kidding me? No one with a brain would play like this. It would be strange if they go up at this time and not be torn into pieces... When these people arrive at the gate of Sifang City, of course there will be no heads here. The message is easy to convey, and it only takes a few days for a single person to travel quickly. But so many heads are not easy to transport. However, the people were not too disappointed. In this spacious place, they just used it to celebrate and cheer, and casually wrote in the official newspaper with sarcasm.
Because newspapers in each city are compiled the day before and then sold early the next morning. On this day, the Gray Army was promoting their achievements, but the official newspaper was still belittling the Gray Army, repeating the previous arguments of not doing practical things, and not being optimistic about their actions this time, etc... There is no doubt that such a sharp contrast, It was undoubtedly a slap in the face.
Some people waved the propaganda paper of the Gray Army in one hand and the official newspaper in the other, leading the surrounding crowd to mercilessly ridicule those who compiled the newspaper, and cordially greeted their immediate family members... Compared to The atmosphere in cities and villages is even more lively. The villagers actually knew the news earlier. After all, the bandits that were wiped out were not far from their village.
Villages and towns are not like cities. The guards in cities are too tight. The Gray Army is very careful when promoting, not to mention disclosing the location, accepting donated materials and soldiers who surrender to the army. Even the secret liaison agency established by Josiah was only for propaganda and the inevitable collection of intelligence in the future.
The situation is different in villages and towns. The jurisdiction here is extremely weak. In addition, the Lord Knight died inexplicably some time ago, which makes these gentlemen even more afraid to go out. So after the villagers finished celebrating, they started a small upsurge of donating things and joining the Gray Army.
Of course, the most depressing thing here is undoubtedly the bandits. Although due to competition, the friendship between the bandits is actually average, they basically do not interact with each other, and sometimes they even become enemies. But now the large number of deaths of colleagues have given the remaining people a feeling of sadness.
Among them, the bandits who are located within thirty kilometers of villages and towns feel the strongest. They knew the news earlier than the city's announcement, and at the same time their emotions were even more complicated. Of course there is anger, but more of it is worry and entanglement.
It's understandable to be worried. After all, no one knows that one day those damned gray-clothed troops will suddenly appear in front of them. You know, it's a fatal thing... As for the entanglement, it's because the bandits have begun to shake their minds. With so many colleagues dying in front of me, it is impossible to say that I am not afraid. But being a bandit is equivalent to hanging out, with your head tied to your waistband, and all you care about is your fearless aura. If you tell me to leave, I will leave. Wouldn't it be a loss of face if word spread? How can I still mess around on this road in the future? How can you hold your head high in front of your peers... But then again, if you don't leave, it will be obvious that you can't beat him, and you will die properly! Alas, it's so confusing... It's not like no one thought of gathering their colleagues to resist the "atrocities" of the Gray Army's interference in their "legitimate occupations". But most people don’t have this weight, and no one will respond to what they say. But those who have enough weight are mostly stationed next to the main mountain roads, far away from villages and towns. Since you don't have to worry about this problem, you won't do it.
However, just when the small bandits were in constant turmoil and entangled in their hearts, they received an invitation.
After reading this, the bandit leaders couldn't help but throw their heads up and laugh. Then they got on their horses and left the stronghold with their cronies... Needless to say, another storm began to take shape... Unfortunately, not every time A storm can break out, and most of the time, they just turn into painless cold winds...