His brain sprayed over his companions nearby, and the next moment, several dark shadows burst out in front of the Western soldiers who were not yet able to respond. The Wind Slasher chirped in the air as if chopping vegetables. In the twinkling of an eye, several heads fell to the ground, leaving only one man who had not yet had time to dismount. He raised his hands in fright, looking in fear at the killers emerging suddenly from the wild grass.

Only then did Xu Ling manage to finish the sentence: "...for their companions."

Gu Yun patted him on the shoulder and sincerely answered, "Now they can't be called for anymore — pick him up, tie him up and take him along. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, withdraw first!"

Two Black Iron Camp guards took the Western soldier, stripped him like garlic, and searched him, then tied the Western soldier, who appeared like a white chicken, into a pig waiting to be slaughtered, stuffed his mouth, and carried him away.

"I think there's a small village over there. Let's try it." Chang Geng said while walking, "Generally, in this land facing the river, during the war, those who can run will have already run away. I'm afraid there are only a few old families left, nine out of ten houses will be empty. Later if we see people, let's ask the locals what the situation is in the occupied area, but I have to ask Master Xu to go ahead first. The brothers of the Black Iron Camp appear murderous when they're still and silent, so don't let them frighten the commoners."

Xu Ling hurriedly said, "Yes, as you command."

With that, he peeked at Chang Geng secretly. Yang Wang had been soaked by the rain. A strand of hair fell from his temples and was dripping with water. He was walking in the mud with deep and shallow steps in a deserted area, yet the look on his face seemed to remain unchanged and unconcerned, still carrying the bow that shook the earth as soon as it was pulled.

Chang Geng accidentally raised his head and met Xu Ling's eyes. He asked pleasantly, "What does master Xu want to tell me?"

Xu Ling's face changed a little, but he finally swallowed the words rising to his lips and shook his head politely.

When the group came into the village, they discovered that the place was as quiet as a ghost town. Except for the sound of wind and rain and their respective footsteps, there was no other movement. Each broken wooden door was left half-open, the grass in the yard grew as high as half the wall, and broken tiles and house posts were everywhere. There was a baby's top hanging at the door of a house, stained with mud, already becoming a rag.