Let's suffer a little longer, fellow Blue Star folks.

amount……

Is this the fate of a barbecue chef?

Since it was a bonfire party, the activities were naturally not just about eating. Some players asked Mu Jingbao for some simple tools, made some board games, and started playing in groups of three or five.

Some players sat together, eating barbecue skewers and drinking Mujingbao's special drinks, while opening the forum and starting to pay attention to the real-time situation in Yangwei Village.

Tonight is the day when Alps and the others will take action.

The real-time report on the forum was broadcast via video by Lao Wang next door, who was most likely not involved in the first wave of actions.

If Lao Wang has to participate in the action, the [Anal Lifting Assistant] who only has the task of self-destruction will broadcast the text based on the voice in the circle group.

I can only say that Alps is indeed suitable to be a military strategist. He even arranged a backup plan for the broadcast on the forum.

Alps: Lao Wang, are these rebels almost finished?

Lao Wang next door: Most of the soldiers have finished eating, some are still chatting, and the target is still alone on the roof. It looks like he can finish eating within half an hour.

Lao Wang next door: And it seems that these people have improved their meals today, and they eat much better than in the past few days.

Lao Wang next door: I vaguely saw them slaughter a cow and a sheep, and made broth and steaks, which looked quite delicious.

Iron pot stew myself: Fuck, tell me you’re hungry.

Tieguodun and Alps hid in this mansion for four days without eating anything or even drinking water.

If the characters in the game weren't so physically fit, they would have collapsed in reality.

Anal Lift Assistant: If you ask me, the battalion commander of this group of rebels is too out of touch with the masses. He has to eat alone on the rooftop. Doesn’t he know how to boost the morale of the troops?

My favorite is black stockings and beautiful legs: Is it possible that in this world, strength is the morale of the army?

Tieguodunzi: Damn, he won’t be practicing on the rooftop later, will he?

Alps: Most likely yes.

Alps: Don’t worry, we’ve already waited for four days, one or two hours won’t make a difference.

Tianji Liao Wuhen: I’m here.

My favorite is the beautiful legs in black stockings: I’m here too, there’s nothing unusual at the outpost.

In order to prevent any accidents, Tianji, who was originally wearing clouds and armor, also came to the edge of the village, and A Tui took over Tianji's position and continued to monitor the movements of the outpost.

Alps: OK, everyone wait for me to take action, and then everything will proceed according to plan.

As mentioned in the previous plan, since Alps is located directly below the target, the assassination will be left to him.

Then, when Tieguo gets the message, he will immediately come out of the storage room on the first floor, quickly check the doors and windows, go upstairs to cooperate with Alps to deal with the body, and then change into the target's clothes.

After that, we check the situation one last time and then the most exciting part will begin.

"call……"

Alps looked at the messages in the group and breathed a sigh of relief.

At present, it seems that all actions can only be carried out based on his successful assassination.

Once problems arise at the beginning, even if corresponding contingency plans are made, the planned results will not be achieved in the end.

Under such pressure, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't help but feel some nervousness slowly growing in his heart.

Lao Wang next door: The target starts to move and is about to walk back into the mansion.

Alps: Got it.

Iron pot stew yourself: Got it.

Alps held his breath and lay down again, then put his ear to the floor, listening to the faint footsteps in the room, and finally glanced at the half-open bed board beside him.

This bed board was stuck in place a few days ago, but he secretly took it down during the day today and then gently leaned it against it, just to facilitate tonight's actions without making any noise.

Moreover, this bed board is against the wall, and there is only about 50 cm gap between the wall and the bed, so normal people would not pay special attention to the condition of this bed board.

At least the battalion commander has been getting on the bed from the other side these days.

Iron Pot Stew Yourself: The target has finished washing up and may go back to the room directly.

Alps: Okay.

Alps: Then wait for me to take action next.

Chapter 287 "Late at night, a man secretly crawled out from under my bed"

Yangwei Village Action Record

Current recorder: Lao Wang next door

"The rebel battalion commander slowly walked down the rooftop, then went to the first floor to briefly discuss tomorrow's arrangements with his subordinates, and then went to the bathroom."

"After washing up, he returned to the second floor and lay quietly on his bed."

"Maybe he has closed his eyes at this moment."

"He might have already started thinking about what the village will look like tomorrow and what preparations they should make for the subsequent battles."

"Will the breeze in the village be even colder tomorrow? Will the sun still be as bright when it rises again?"

"But he couldn't guess it."

"A danger that could threaten his life was slowly approaching him, just like the Grim Reaper raising his scythe towards him."

"The blade is already on his neck."

Baileys: 6

Lemon: Where can I find your works?

Turn into light to protect all cats: I found that all of you Bs have the talent to write books.

Yu Wenbobo: There are no books in the store.

Gugu: What about the next one? Write it quickly!

Lao Wang next door: Hurry up, Alps hasn’t taken any action yet!

At this time, Alps is still waiting.

He was waiting for the rebel battalion commander to fall asleep.

Although it would be the least likely to be discovered if he stabbed directly from under the bed.

But then no one knows where he stabbed.

If the blow doesn't hit the vital point, it will wake the target up.

At that time, it will not be a question of whether we can win or not.

If the target yelled out without hesitation, the whole village would hear him, and the plan would be ruined.

So now, you need to be patient.

Time passed minute by minute, and the whole village gradually became quiet.

The noisy Black Beard soldiers who stayed at the end of the village also returned to their temporary residences, and the servants cleaned up the remains of dinner and went to a large factory building at the end of the village to rest.

So soon, the only sounds left in the entire village were the gentle sound of the wind and the movement of some small insects flying around.

Alps quietly clenched the long sword on his chest, then took a deep breath silently, and slowly touched the half-open bed side panel.

As expected, he easily pushed the wooden board open a small gap, then lifted it up, turned it over, and finally carefully placed it flat on the ground.

He controlled himself very well during the process and didn't make any noise.

Alps didn't stop moving. He hugged his sword, slowly rolled out from under the bed, and then stood up on tiptoe. Then...

Fuck! !

Alps almost shouted out loud when he looked up.

The rebel battalion commander actually leaned on the edge of the bed when he slept, and his face was facing the direction of the Alps.

Just now, Alps was caught off guard and a big face appeared directly in his eyes.

His heart was about to stop.

"call……"

Before Alps could continue to move, a breeze suddenly blew from behind him, and then his neck was gently stroked by something unknown.

!!!

Alps almost lost control and wanted to swing his sword backwards.

Fortunately, he managed to control his movements in the end.

He held his breath and slowly looked back, only to find that the thing that touched him was actually just a gray curtain.

Moreover, the window of this room was actually open, and the cold wind from outside kept blowing in through the window, and now all blew on Alps' back.

and so……

Is this person planning to run away from here if anything goes wrong?

Worth.

So cautious.

Alps silently studied the battalion commander's posture.

His body subconsciously curled up a little, indicating that subconsciously, he still felt insecure.

There was no excessive hesitation.

In order to avoid any further complications, Alps directly raised the long sword in his hand, and then quickly injected strength into it. A faint halo instantly condensed on the surface of the standard long sword.

Then came a fierce swing!

"Ok?"

The rebel leader seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly opened his eyes as if awakened from a dream, and then...

He saw a flash of sword light passing before his eyes, and a blood mist gushing out.

"Woo!"

"Forehead!"

The rebel leader immediately covered his neck. He seemed to want to shout, but because his throat was cut, he could only make some meaningless hums.

Seeing that his target had woken up, Alps immediately raised his sword again and chopped down hard on the rebel leader's legs.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The long sword landed precisely on the target's legs.

He could clearly see that the rebel leader twitched violently again, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Anyone who wakes up and sees a psychopathic murderer with blood on his face, a bloody sword in his hand, and looking at him calmly will have this expression.

The rebel leader endured the pain and began to grope to the side with his right hand. His weapon was there, and he was still wondering if he could struggle.

result……

"Bang!!"

Alps' last sword strike pierced directly through the rebel leader's chest. The sword tip passed through the target's body and then pierced into the bed board under him, and finally stopped just as it almost touched the ground.

The rebel leader's body could no longer move at all.

His body was severely injured in many places, and his chest was pierced by the Alps.

He felt as if his strength was fading rapidly and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.

The rebel leader turned to look at Alps one last time.

I found that there was no cruelty, no sorrow or resentment in his expression, and not even any obvious joy.

he……

Who is it? What on earth are they doing?

"Knock, knock, knock, Captain? I heard some noise over here. Did something happen?"