Chapter 163: Suppressing Evil Spirits

The gatekeeper looked at Xu Shiyang dumbfounded.

That's right, the group of people in front of them really looked quite interested, standing at the edge of the city gate, waiting quietly.

He suddenly had a feeling that if the Tartars did enter the city, the gang might fight with the Tartar envoys.

It is at the gate of Lin'an Mansion in this great Zhou.

I don't know if it's because I really admire Xu Shiyang, and I think that if this group of people fights with the Tartars, it will be easy to suffer, or if they are simply afraid of harming the pond fish. The gatekeeper thought for a moment, trotted over to the gatekeeper, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The goalkeeper turned his head sharply, looked at Xu Shiyang in shock, and found that the other party was also looking at him, so he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Xu Shiyang.

The gatekeeper consciously completed his duties, and without the consent of the officials, he took two Xu Shiyang's guards directly into the city to find the medical hall.

The city gate official thought for a moment, and felt that the little official's guess was right, and now that all the civilians had been hiding, this group of people did not dodge or dodge, and looked like they were waiting for the show to .......

As the gatekeeper of the capital, if you can't guard the people, it's just a matter of being bullied by the Tartars, after all, life is more important.

But if you can't even keep the Tartars, and really let this group ......of people fight with the Tartars, then if you think about it with your heels, you will know that his official position and his life will not be left at all.

Two groups must not be allowed to fight!

But any group of people is ...... he can't afford to mess with.

That's actually easy to do!

"Call all the brothers in the city down!" The gatekeeper whispered to a few of his own soldiers: "Go to the camp again and call all the people who are on duty today!" Just go! ”

A moment later, about 200 armed Da Zhou soldiers appeared at the city gate, and then they found a group of beggars at a price of 50 wen per person, gathered more than 400 people, and stood densely on both sides of the road at the city gate, completely cutting off Xu Shiyang's dozen people from the road into the city with human flesh.

"It's worthy of Lord Xu." Gan Xiong looked at this scene and said to Xu Shiyang with admiration: "Those officers and soldiers are all frightened by adults, right?" ”

Xu Shiyang was a little disappointed, it was completely impossible to attack the Tartar Messenger by crossing so many people.

It can be done by firing a few shots at the Tartars, but if you don't kill all the people and only kill a few, and then the Tartars will press the city gate officials to retaliate, will you have to use a dozen people to deal with hundreds of enemies?

And you won't be able to enter the city after that.

Xu Shiyang took a sip viciously, and said a little helplessly:

"This bastard is concerned about the safety of the Tartars! But just now he was so vicious to his compatriots! ”

"Tartar messenger, sooner or later you will be out of the city." Zhao Lin reminded in a whisper beside him.

"Yes!" Xu Shiyang opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a row of Bai Sensen's teeth: "There is still a chance!" ”

……

The Great Zhou Dynasty was built for 12 years.

Under the new contract signed last year, the Great Zhou Emperor was supposed to be a vassal to the Dajin Emperor and accept his canonization.

On this ground, the Emperor of the Jin State took Meng'an Shuhu Gao Qi as the canonized envoy, led the envoy group along the canal to the south, and arrived in Lin'an on the fifth day of the fifth month of May.

After arriving at the destination, Gao Qi, who was known for his bravery among the Jurchens, did not enter the city directly, he took more than 50 members of the envoy group, threw off the officials of the Ministry of Rites who came to greet him, and circled the city wall of Lin'an for most of the time, so frightened that half of the gates of Lin'an City were closed, and the other half was forced to block the road and empty all the merchants.

In the chaos, there were stampede accidents at several city gates, with hundreds of casualties and uncountable economic losses.

It was not until the end that Shuhu Gao Qi was satisfied with the Jurchens, who were more like cavalry than envoys, and entered Lin'an City under the guidance of a group of frightened and pale Da Zhou Golden Gun Squad (one of the Praetorian Guards).

The location they chose when they entered the city was exactly the city gate where Xu Shiyang was.

In the afternoon of the same day, Xu Shiyang waited for more than an hour before the Jin envoy group appeared in view.

At the head of the walk were about a hundred golden-gun bands dressed in gorgeous golden mountain armor.

However, these tall and handsome young men hung their heads one by one, like frosted eggplants, and had no spirit to speak of.

In Xu Shiyang's eyes, even their tall helmets were shrugged on top of the helmets as if they were wilting.

These Great Zhou Janissaries followed the Jurchen envoys around most of Lin'an City, and they were even frightened and tired, and they had completely lost their last backbone.

Seeing these cowards from a distance, Xu Shiyang frowned.

He looked behind him.

There are dense dwellings on both sides of the city gate of Lin'an City, and the people who can live against the city gate are at least moderately wealthy, or businessmen with some money, and even many buildings are two-story small buildings with exquisite styles.

Xu Shiyang saw that in the cracks of the slightly open windows or doors of these buildings, as well as in the alleys between the houses that could not be seen clearly, there were countless pairs of eyes with curiosity and deep fear, secretly looking at the envoys of the Jin Kingdom who were getting closer and closer.

When he looked back, most of the people in the Golden Gun Class had passed, and he could already see the Jurchens in leather robes following behind.

The Tartars on their horses were all chested and belly folded, their heads held high, and they swept around with eyes as cold as wild wolves.

The Jurchens did not deliberately show ferocity on their faces, and they could even be said to be a little indifferent, but what their murderous eyes conveyed was a sense of oppression that was like substance!

The officers and soldiers guarding the gate on both sides of the road broke out in a cold sweat, although they knew that the envoys of the Jin Kingdom would not deliberately come to kill anyone, but they just didn't dare to raise their heads to look at the Jurchens, and everyone would rather lower their heads and look at the ground than look at the Tartars.

It looked like the Zhou soldiers were bowing their heads to the Tartars.

Xu Shiyang's lungs are about to explode, what kind of lack of confidence will this happen?

At the gate of their own capital, two groups of Praetorian Guards, with more than 500 people, were actually overwhelmed by the arrogance of 50 unarmored Tartars!

……

As a member of the general, Shuhu Gao Qi could also clearly feel the eyes of those in the surrounding buildings who looked at him with frightened eyes.

Whenever I looked over, those eyes always disappeared behind the doors and windows like frightened rabbits.

'A bunch of cowards. Shuhu Gao Qi thought: "If it weren't for the protection of the Yangtze River, Lao Tzu would have robbed you all as slaves!" ’

It's a pity that this fancy world is actually in the hands of a bunch of cowards.

And the Dajin warriors can only be in the ice and snow between the white mountains and black waters, and they can be with wild beasts.

Suddenly, the Jurchen envoys, who were indifferently looking down on the Han people, were slightly agitated.

Shuhu Gao Qi suddenly woke up from his contemplation, and he turned his head to look at the open space on the right side in front of the city gate, where a tall figure was standing on the shoulder of someone else, looking coldly at this side.

Xu Shiyang stood on the shoulders of Pu Luhun and another trapper, his hands clasped in front of his chest, and he looked at every Jurchen who dared to look at him with his height advantage.

The young man, who was more than 180 centimeters tall, recalled the scene of the slaughter of the Tartar captives after the previous battle, and swept the faces of the Jurchens with the gaze of those who were waiting to die.

The Tartars who were originally sitting in the saddle became panicked, some unconsciously twisted their bodies, and some would rather turn their heads to look around and look elsewhere than look at Xu Shiyang.

A real killing intent came to his face, and even the Shuhu Gao Qi couldn't help but touch the handle of the knife on his waist, he always felt that the guy standing there and looking down at him slightly was not a person, but a fierce tiger, looking for an opportunity to tear himself apart.

The idea of conquering Jiangnan just now had vanished, and now the Tartar, who was known for his bravery, just looked at Xu Shiyang vigilantly, and put on a posture ready to defend himself at any time, until the mount led him into the city gate, and he could no longer see the figure like a slaughter of evil spirits.