Vol 3 Chapter 313: You will all become martyrs ...

Bran's third encirclement of the gray clothing station failed again!
Although the result of this time is the annihilation of the entire army, it is only a tactical term, of course, it does not mean that not all soldiers are killed. Not to mention the sudden incident, Oumen hadn't had time to send troops around. Even if it is completely surrounded, it is impossible for 80,000 soldiers to run away. In fact, there are still many people who have escaped. Like the middle-aged deputy officer-level officers who can escape, there are naturally more ordinary soldiers.
In this way, the news cannot be concealed. The first force to get the exact news was the Northern Armed Services, but of course they could not announce it immediately. It's not that there is any luck, but things like defeat still need some time to digest.
The second is Josiah them. Such a speed does not mean that someone in the secret agency has already entered the armament office. To be precise, the news was bought through the hands of thieves. The so-called dragon has the dragon, the rat has the rat path. Recently, this information is the most sensitive and the most valuable. Naturally, thieves who are sensitive and specialize in this industry can't let go. After some deserters rushed out of the 100,000 mountains, they were waiting for them ...
Now that Josiah had heard of the news, it was naturally the first time she was overjoyed. In this way, the people who compile newspapers in various cities are suffering again. The newspapers are published once a day, and they cannot justify them immediately. Besides how to justify? I had been proud and arrogant for more than ten days, and it was said that the gray army would be directly crushed. Now the regulars have collapsed without supporting for a few days, and there is even more red than that. Face?
First is the city surrounding the 100,000 Dashan. Then it spread to the north ... By the next morning, there were already dozens of cities with posters of the gray army!
The city's publicity offices did not receive orders. It has not been discussed, but it has adopted a unified attitude, that is, silence. The newspaper was issued normally, but nothing about the gray army was mentioned. It seems that the arrogant remarks of the past ten days are not what they say ...
However, the matter was so hot before them, and the reaction of the people naturally will not go down because of the disregard of newspapers.
Not universal celebration, but now in the hearts of most people. The weight of the gray army is undoubtedly much heavier.
No matter which world, ideal people are only a few. Compared to being oppressed, it is too harsh. Only the poor farmers who choose to resist, urban residents are mostly realistic. The propaganda of the gray army is very tempting, and they are very envious, but relatively speaking, they still hope to see something more practical. Although everyone knows. The thing of strength requires them to participate, take risks, and struggle to build up, but who doesn't want to enjoy it?
This is related to the nature of people's advantages and avoidance of harm, whether it is derogatory or justified ... Now these are no longer important, the gray army has proved itself and demonstrated their strength. in this way. It's enough.
The hearts of some urban people are beginning to move ... If the gray army's propaganda first started to shake their spiritual level, now these shakes will finally start to be realized!
At this time, a gray coat poster appeared in various cities. This time it was not a comic, but a city. A large city called Dawn City.
About Dawn City, Bran naturally knew it. Even in the Northern Armed Services. Already, officers have begun researching siege strategies in this city, which was dictated by evacuated soldiers. The local propaganda and publicity halls also know, but now they are afraid to publish the description of the city they thought about before. The reason is simple ... if this is a cottage-like place, they will immediately put it on the front page of the newspaper and ridicule it so that the public will recognize the reality. But now the city wall is nearly ten feet high, and various guarding equipment is complete, and the area inside is even unknown. If it is published, it will not make the people long for it!
But they don't, Josiah, they will not let go of this opportunity, and while the discussion is flourishing, they will resolutely release the news of Dawn City.
Needless to say, this is naturally a hot topic for discussion among the people, and many people even tore it off and secretly went back home. Although we can't tell from the map what's great about this dawn city, as long as we know that this city can withstand the attack of 80,000 regular soldiers, that's enough.
With strength, there is also a place to live ... The people's feelings for the Grey Army are even better. It can be said that if the main road leading to the 100,000 Mountains is blocked in layers, some people may now run away or maybe.
The general trend has gone ... At this time, the cultural and propaganda halls of the cities have basically given up to fight back. The Northern Armed Services Department ordered, and then posted a few painless and itchy articles. If you do not receive the order, continue to ignore it.
Of course, they know how delicate the situation is now, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a powder keg. But what do you ask them to do? You have to find an excuse to refute it. Your armaments department stepped back and forth to speed up 200,000 soldiers. In the end, I simply lost three defeats. I can't find the legs of the horse when I want to shoot the horse ...
Compared with the annoying publicity hall, the life of the police department is much better. The methods devised by those clever people soon spread quietly in cities in the north. What, you want to catch the gray clothing propaganda staff? Simply, I'll send you a few half-dead people from prison. Is the prison empty? It's also simple, go out and catch a few blacks. Help the staff on top ...
As for Down and Josiah in Stan City, they have recently started to get busy.
Josiah, in particular, improved the addresses of the secret agencies in the cities, researched publicity strategies, and collected all kinds of information ... It was busy going around. Fortunately, her subordinates were very powerful and shared a lot of specific work.
However, the most troublesome is the recent turmoil. Although the people in the police department have found a way to deal with the above, this does not mean that they do not want to solve the problem once and for all. It is reported that one of the city's secret agencies has been terminated, with most of the casualties in it. Fortunately, this city is not far from Stan City ...
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In the evening. Prison, spooky corridor. Faint yellow flames.
As a place of punishment, the environment here is naturally not very good, there is a smell unique to moldy corners. Coupled with the bleak winds from time to time, normal people have to pass by for a while.
"Recruited? His mother, I'm going to starve to death."
"Head, aren't you assured of my craft? Hey, it's almost half an hour at most. Make sure they account for even a few women in this life."
"That's good ... Dim sum, many big people are waiting for the news. As long as there is gain, the bounty will be indispensable to you!"
"Hey, no problem ... or I'll give you a show on the spot?"
"Go away, I don't want to lose my appetite ... Well, I'll go out and get some food first. Come back and bring you a few bottles of wine."
"Oh, how dare ... thank you."
"Get out of here, get out of here, there is a smell as soon as you get closer."
"Hey ..."
Squeak! While talking, a closed iron door opened, and a middle-aged man with big fat ears and black beard came out. Behind him was a gloomy man with a left hook clenching his hands.
"Let's do something, preferably I can see ... uh?" The voice didn't fall, and the obese middle-aged man who turned to walk away froze, staring at the sides of the shadowy corridor. Rows of prison guards.
"Head, what's wrong?" The man behind was inside the door. He couldn't help seeing what was going on outside, watching the fat middle-aged man step on his feet, wondering. Then take a step forward and look out. "Uh ..." His eyes widened, and in his sight, a man in black stood quietly in front of the obese man, clutching his belt in one hand, and piercing his heart with a dagger in one hand.
"Hurr ... hmm ..." The man was shocked and opened his mouth to scream, but a blade of light had instantly approached his throat, and the warning sound turned into a wail of leaking wind.
The man in black released the belt on his hand. The obese middle-aged man leaned on the right side of the door. The man with the iron hook lay on the obese middle-aged man. The two formed a strange posture, but both It did not fall.
Through the gap between the two, the man in black narrowed his eyes narrowly and looked into the room. About a dozen blood-stained people were tied to iron pillars, and behind them were various blood-stained torture tools. In front of them, there were seven or eight people in prison uniforms, some of them using torture, some of them were making red soldering irons, and one was sitting behind a low table, writing something ...
Huh ... The man in black grinned silently, and then pressed the two dead people in front of him with both hands, wheezing, fat and thin, the two bodies crashed into the room like rifled shells, and then they were in shape. Short, rushed in, and closed the iron door.
"Head? Why are you ... uh?"
"Be careful, there are enemies ..."
"Where, why can't I see it?"
"After you ... ah ..."
"Behind you, a pig-like teammate!"
In just a few seconds, the room quieted again with a weird sigh. The sound insulation effect of the heavy iron door is good, which is about preventing the screams inside from being too loud. But now, these guards are calling for help and warning.
Indoors, the people tied to the iron pillars looked at the torturers who were still torturing them, but now they have become prison executioners with their bodies lying on the ground, speechless.
The man in black who succeeded in the raid didn't mean to be rescued immediately, pushed down the corpse in front of the table, picked up the stack of paper on the table, flipped it a few times, frowned slightly, and then threw it into the fireplace behind him.
He snapped his palms twice and was awakened by a few tied people. The man in black took off his mask and spread his hands. The ordinary face had no expression at all: "Introduce yourself, my name is Tang En. Well, should someone know me?"
"Don ..."
"Captain Tang?"
"Great, the captain will save us ..."
Several people shouted hesitantly, and then they were surprised.
"Oh, good, it seems I have some fame." With a shrug, Tang En shook his lips slightly, then shook his head gently, and said calmly, "Sorry, although someone asked me to help, but I Changed his mind ... well, do you all know Colin? "
Several of the captives bowed their heads, and of course they knew who Colin was, the hero who was arrested during the first urban propaganda, and later killed another person in the Jedi counterattack, and finally committed suicide.
"Some things are not fair to say, but there is no way ..." Tang En walked to the fireplace, separated a few piles of firewood, put down a red crystal, and turned: "Join this organization, you all know what it means, and Trained. When the institution was broken, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. I think someone must have been killed and someone committed suicide ... "
Wow, holding up a thick chain, "But you survived ... I don't want to know if you were injured and captured, stunned, or ... greedy for fear of death." He paused and walked to the iron gate, " Do n’t get me wrong, this greedy for fear of death is not a curse. Everyone ’s life is only once, and it ’s normal to regret it.
The chain kept tangling the handle of the iron door.
But since you are still alive, I can only send you to death! You You can be angry, angry, cursed ... Normally, I can understand it. Starting to report the name first will allow you to have a vent. Finally ... "
Out of the door, pulling the chain, Tang En turned his head and said lightly, "You will all be martyrs, remembered by the descendants of the gray army. Bye!" Bowed, wrapped the chain, and slowly closed the iron door.
"Captain Tang ..." A person in the middle suddenly looked up, his expression complex, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
Bang, the iron door closed, and the chain was dead.
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