The night gradually faded, and the green light shrouded the earth. A small town ahead was looming. It was the quietest time of the day, and the chickens and dogs fell asleep.

There was an inn outside the town. The wine banners outside the door were shaking gently, and the lanterns were dim. There were several horses tied to the outside and several cars were parked. Through the half-open door, you could see a sleeping guy lying on the table inside.

This kind of travel shop located on Guan Road provides convenience for people who are rushing day and night. The sound of horse hooves on the road came from a group of people. There were not many people, seven people, black armor. Even if they were walking at night, they were still in line. The leader of the Arc soldiers saw the small shop on the side of the road and pointed: "Take a rest for a moment."

The Armies and Horses arrived in front of the shop. The arrival of the new horses made the mules and horses tied to the side stir up a stir, but the guy inside was still sleeping soundly without notice until the Black Armies and Army pushed open the door and knocked on the table.

"How...what...one pot of tea and wine is calculated as a sum of money..." The guy jumped up and said a string of common sayings, "There are two more rooms in the room...the feed is not expensive..."

The black armored soldier said in a mute voice: "Seven bowls of clear soup and white noodles, seven kilograms of beef."

The guy rubbed his eyes and said, "Okay... Huh..." He came to his senses and saw clearly the seven people in front of him retreating in frightened manner, hitting the table and making a clanging sound.

The seven black armor ignored him and had already sat down in front of two tables. The long sword and crossbow on their backs were not taken off. They sat in a straight posture, as if they would get up and leave the next moment.

The guy leaned against the table and moved back in fear, stuttering, "... wait a moment..." and turned around and stumbled into it.

Then there was a commotion inside. The seven people sitting in the hall could tell that the chef was being called, with male and female whispering, and the guy whispering, then he whispered, and then he whispered, and then he jingled and slapped the pots and pans, mixed with the sound of fire... The kitchen became busy, kneading the dough and cutting the noodles, and the aroma of the meat gradually dissipated.

The seven black armored hall sat upright without any slacking off. After a moment, the footsteps came from behind. The curtain lifted up the door and walked up with four bowls of noodles, holding the tray and shaking. Behind him was a woman holding the remaining three bowls of noodles...

"Customer and official use it slowly..."

"Go and bring the beef..."

The two of them panickedly, and the clear soup, green leaves and white flour swayed, sprinkling out the soup, muttering, the hall became a little lively, and footsteps were heard outside the door.

"It smells so good... Kang'er, is there any other noodles?" an old man asked, with a basket behind him and an iron fork in his hand.

A black armor glanced at him. This kind of old man is very common. The elderly can't sleep and wake up early. They run to the road to pick up feces and burn fires...

The guy was even more panicked at first sight: "Go away, you guy who picked up the feces... There is a customer, it's so smelly..." He held up the tray and took back his steps that he wanted to go inward, and raised his hand and slapped his hand as if he wanted to drive him away.

The woman who had put the noodle bowl over there saw it, was very anxious, and threw the tray and shouted: "...Get the beef..."

The word "Ah" is out, and the sharp voice seems to make the breath of the entire hall tighten.

With a loud bang, the tray that was thrown up by his knees and hit him straight at a black armored soldier sitting in front of the table. At the same time, a short knife followed him and stabbed him in the chest.

The sound of the wind seemed to be whistling from all directions.

The tray in the hand of the old man who was picking up dung was slashed horizontally at the neck of a black armored soldier near, and the iron fork in the hand that entered the door was also stabbed at the black armored soldier.

The sound of shouting, the sound of weapons, mixed with the sound of wind, instantly tore the room apart.

The black armored soldiers were still sitting upright, as if shocked by the sudden change, but at the moment when the short knife tray was approaching, the black armored soldiers raised their hands and started to choke.

Their hands had a thick layer of black armored wrist guards, colliding and confronting, and sparks flew everywhere.

In the morning light and Mars, under the reflection of the crazy shaking lanterns hanging in front of the door, several figures in the room collided wildly, with the thumping sound of tables and chairs rolling, and the thumping sound of weapons and iron armor intersecting.

A black-armored soldier turned around and slammed, and the fist was like a knife. The thin woman in front of her was shaking and unable to stand firmly, but the next moment she pressed on the black-armored soldier. The harsh clanging sound passed through the iron armor. The short knife in her hand actually penetrated from the scales. The blood immediately surged out. The black-armored soldier let out an angry roar and hit the woman's head with both fists.

Either draw a knife or die.

The woman's short knife did not retreat but turned even more. The black-armored soldier's front chest scales cracked and fell, and the whole piece of flesh was peeled off.

With a bang, the wind blew up, and the woman lowered her waist and lowered her head. An iron fork passed over her and hit her fists directly at the black armored soldier. Bang, the black armored soldier fell backwards and smashed a table without moving.

Without a moment of stay, the iron fork collided with the long sword drawn by the black armored soldier on the other side. The long sword flew to the roof, but the armored soldier was not panicked at all. He took out the double spikes from his waist with his hands and rushed forward. The iron hairpin collided with the double spikes, and instantly it started to be thumped.

Three people fought with six people, and they did not fall into the wind or gain the upper hand. The small hall was thundering, and the tables, chairs, benches, bowls and chopsticks flew with the light of swords and swords. In an instant, both sides were injured.

A long sword fell on the shoulder of the guy. The guy stabbed the black-armored soldier's throat with a long sword in his hand, and blood splattered everywhere at the same time.

The two sides retreated for a moment, but then they came again. No one cared about the dead, and no one cared about the injured. The three fought against five, and the fight became even more intense.

Two black armored soldiers were forced to the wall. At this moment, with a bang, the wall was actually pushed. The two armored soldiers were hit and fell to the ground. Before the three of them came forward, they swung out an iron hammer inside, instantly smashing the heads of the two armored soldiers.

Four people versus three people, shouting to the death, and fighting weapons, boiling, flesh and blood flying, splendor.

The long sword was swung, and the woman's short sword was knocked away, and the man also fell. The old man holding the feces fork rushed over and hugged the black armored sword. The long sword passed by the old man's armpit. The black armor roared and turned his hands around. The old man's armpit was bloody like a spring. Instead of retreating, he slid forward. The iron fork in his hand pierced into the chest of the black armor. With a bang, the iron hammer hit the side, and the black armor fell in sight, suppressing the old man.

The woman and the guy who were rolling to the ground over there collided with another black armor. The two of them pressed him to the door panel with one roar, and an iron hammer hit, and blood bloomed on the door panel.

The overwhelmed door panel fell outwards.

The horses eating grass outside the door were frightened and made a noise. The lanterns hanging from the door fell to the ground and burned with a bang. The morning light seemed bright in an instant, and the noise gradually dissipated like gas-filled paper smoke.

The quietness was restored in the early morning.

The small inn hall was filled with blood. There was only one big man standing, while the rest were lying all over the ground.

"Sister Miaomiao, are you okay?" The guy held up from the black armored corpse on the door and looked at the woman lying on the other side.

The woman moved, turned over on the spot, gasping for breath, "It's okay, it's okay." She suddenly stood up, "What about Laoswoo?"

The guy also got up quickly and limped to search. He saw an iron fork that penetrated a black armor at a glance. The black armor was huge and could not see the people pressing under him. He only saw the scattered white hair... The guy knelt on the ground, wanting to cry and laugh, but suddenly a sound came.

“…Is the fight finished?”

A low voice like a mouse came from under the black-armored corpse.

The kneeling guy spat, leaned back with his hands, kicked the dead body, and cursed: "You old man, don't forget to pretend to be dead at this time... Do you think this is in the battlefield of Xiliang..."

The woman also sat back on the ground, looking at herself and the old man crawling out of the dead body, all of whom were covered in blood, and said, "...I haven't killed anyone for a long time... All seven are so hard."

After the words came, a sharp whistle came from the wind outside, and the few people suddenly changed their expression.

"There are five people coming!" said the man.

The old man who had just crawled out was crawling down the corpse again. The guy laughed and kicked him up. The old man muttered and said that he couldn't beat him anymore, he couldn't beat him anymore...

The woman raised her hand to sort out her scattered hair and said, "Okay, okay, let's go." After that, she picked up her short knife and stood up.

The guy jumped up, probably squeaking his wound, but he didn't stop.

The old man crawling on the ground muttered and reached out and pulled out his iron fork hard, looking at the man holding the hammer who was about to walk over: "You can pull me if you are thrusting the iron... I have no strength."
Chapter completed!