The wind is no longer cold. The snow dust that was raised hit the people's faces, and it no longer hurt.

The final delivery location agreed by the Mu Gang Master was in the wilderness and forest outside the south gate of Qingzhou City. The hour was dusk three days later.

The clumsy wooden-wheeled carriage ran over the road, leaving clear rut marks.

Before he reached the edge of the woods, he saw the Mu gang leader standing there from a distance, and Mandu Ratu hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and walked forward on foot.

He said loudly as he gave a salute: "Gang Master Mu, don't come unharmed. Are all the goods ready? We came with a lot of money and sincerity! ”。

Gang Master Mu grinned slightly quietly, and replied in a loud voice: "The goods are ready according to your list, and I will hide them in the woods for the time being, but I will not deliver them until I see your silver." ”

Mandu Latu frowned slightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Gang Master Mu is cautious, we can understand." But didn't we say in advance that we would pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other? Can't you trust us Tunisians? ”。

Gang Master Mu draped it on himself, and the fluffy and dirty black skin was gently stroked, smiled calmly, and said, "Don't worry, as long as I see that you have enough silver taels in the car, I will take you to pick up the goods!" ”。

Mandu Rattu turned around with a slight displeasure and waved his hand behind him, and the tent curtain of a carriage at the front was raised, revealing several wooden boxes.

Gang Leader Mu nodded to an entourage beside him, and the man walked a few steps quickly to the front of the car, climbed up and lifted the lid of the box, and after a while, he turned around and made a gesture to Gang Master Mu and the others, indicating that everything was normal, as if it were a fake.

Seeing this, Gang Master Mu immediately put on a sunny smile and said, "Very good, the friends of the Tuni tribe are really trustworthy!" Now it's time for you to inspect the goods, here, please. ”

He stooped down and reached out in the direction of the woods and made a gesture of please to Mandu Ratu.

Mandu Ratu walked towards the woods with three or five retinues, and as he passed by Mu Gangmaster, he inadvertently glanced at the other man's face. At this glance, he couldn't help but feel creepy.

I saw that the oblique scar on the face of the Mu gang leader was jumping suddenly, his eyes were fierce, and he was slowly reaching out to touch his back.

In the blink of an eye, a large black shovel was added to his hand, and he slapped it violently on the top of Mandu Ratu's head, while shouting: "Brothers, copy the guys, do it!" ”。

Shocked, Mandu Ratu rolled on the spot, heard the whirring wind in his ears, and finally escaped by luck.

Almost at the same time, a group of men rushed out of the woods, shouting and shouting, each with his sword and club, and slaughtered the Tunisians.

After a short period of stunnedness, the strong men of the Tuni tribe quickly came to their senses, and invariably drew their hidden scimitars and urged their horses to come forward. Even the coachman who was originally driving the car did not hesitate to draw his knife and plunge into the fight.

Mandu Ratu, who escaped the catastrophe and rolled over and got up, gritted his teeth and drew a scimitar from his back, and pounced on the Mu gang leader with red eyes. He watched as Gang Leader Mu shoveled down and cut off half of the head of a Tuni warrior who was originally following him, and blood sprayed on the white snow.

There are a total of 100 people in the Blue Dragon Gang and the ambush in the woods, and there are only more than 40 Tuni people. What's more, they were prepared for a long time, and they obviously had the upper hand in the early stage.

But the changes in the battle situation are often unexpected, and many of the Qinglong Gang's gangs are idle ruffians, who really want to fight hard with the grassland warriors who are crawling and rolling on the tip of the knife on horseback all day, and the overly obvious gap between the two sides is immediately exposed.

In the heyday of the Qinglong Gang, there were indeed more than 1,000 gangs, but as the Red Turban Army conquered Qingzhou Mansion, counted the population, divided the cultivated land, encouraged agricultural business, and rectified public order, the life of the Qinglong Gang became more and more difficult day by day. Ordinary people do not go through the government, there are fewer and fewer things that need to be settled by them, and the income of the gang has plummeted. That's not all, many of the gangsters had farmland, took the initiative to break away from the organization, and went home happily to farm.

With the improvement of local law and order, there are fewer people who are idle and making trouble, and no one pays a protection fee if they want to collect it.

Faced with a serious situation such as loose organization and personnel loss, the Mu gang leader was heartbroken, but he was helpless. After all, his arms can't twist his thighs, and with these disciplined sergeants pressing on his head, he can't make any waves.

Seeing that there were only more than 100 people left in the gang who were still holding on, begging to change the sky again, and then return to the good days when there were big fish and big meat and rampant streets, at this time, the stunned Tuni people took the initiative to send this piece of fat to the door.

Gang Leader Mu carefully planned, planning to seize this God-given opportunity to "eat black and eat black", and revive the Qinglong Gang from now on.

Unfortunately, he made another fatal mistake: overestimating his own strength and underestimating the opponent's combat power!

In the awe-inspiring sword light accompanied by the shouting of flesh and blood, one after another the Green Dragon Gang members fell. The Blue Dragons went from being besieged and killed by the Tunis to being hunted down.

Mandu Ratu gritted his teeth and brandished his scimitar, fighting hard with the Mu gang leader. The Mu gang leader, who was determined to win, did not pay attention to the branded beard of the Tuni tribe in front of him at all, waved the big shovel in his hand, and pressed forward step by step.

But soon his forehead began to sweat, on the one hand, because he had not been able to clean up the beard in front of him according to the expected plan, and what made him even more embarrassed was that he saw many of his men fighting back desperately against the Tunisians, and some of them had begun to turn and flee with bloody faces and screaming in horror.

The manpower he brought with him is twice as many as these grassland barbarians! How come these scumbags of foxes, fake tigers, fangs and claws on weekdays, are sparse when they reach the critical moment of real swords and real guns, life and death? !

In many historical sources, there is only one short sentence in the record of the Tunisians: brave and aggressive, good at riding and shooting.

With a "poof", one of the gang members next to Gang Leader Mu left his feet off the ground, jumped up, and planted the dust without saying a word with a sharp arrow that had penetrated into his throat with one hand, and the blood sprayed on Gang Leader Mu's face. In addition to being shocked, he cried out again and again in his heart.

Seeing that the situation had reversed, Mandu Ratu gritted his teeth and waved his knife to bully him, annoyed and angry, and the Mu gang leader, whose face was flushed, roared wildly and raised a shovel to meet him, and he had the potential to fight for his life.

A fast horse rushed to the front, and the scimitar in the hand of the man on the horse danced, and suddenly slashed at the head of the Mu gang leader. Poor Mu Gang Leader was swinging his shovel and attacking Mandu Ratu with all his might, and he didn't have time to withdraw his move, so he had to bow his head aggrievedly and dodge. With a "click", most of the hair bun that was originally coiled on the top of his head was cut off with a knife, and the messy hair that spread out instantly covered his eyes, and his appearance was very embarrassing.

The Mu gang leader, who was about to collapse, shook his messy hair, screamed like madness, and threw himself at Mandu Ratu in front of him. And beside him, the Green Dragon Gang was falling to the ground one by one, but no one ever got up again.

Before the brave Mu gang leader shoveled Mandu Latu to death, he himself had been stabbed several times in the shoulder and back, and blood flowed. Gritting his teeth and turning his head to look around, he turned out to be alone, besieged by three or four Tunis.

In desperation, he had to temporarily give up the plan to shoot a shovel of dead Mandu Latu and protect himself first. Roaring, he turned and shoveled a Tuni knight who had attacked him off his horse, stepping forward to smash his skull to vent his anger.

However, his steps suddenly faltered, and when he looked down, a scimitar came out of his lower abdomen. Turning his head slightly, he saw Mandu Latu's smiling and smiling fat face with a beard clinging to his back. Gang Master Mu's burly body shook twice, a string of blood beads like saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the oblique scar on his face twisted weakly a few times, and he shrank very reluctantly, and slowly closed his protruding eyes.

The leader of the Qinglong Gang, like a long-debuted ten-meter diving veteran, confidently stretched his body, bounced up in a dashing manner, and did a few beautiful somersaults in the air, and the moment he was about to enter the water, he was suddenly completely dumbfounded. Because, he found that the pool below was empty, and there was not a drop of water. He used his flesh and blood to warn the descendants of the underworld: "Black eats black" is a dangerous action with a high degree of difficulty, and no matter how good or bad it is, you must pay a heavy price for someone's life!

Mandu Latu wiped the blood stains on the scimitar on the black skin of the Mu gang leader, and turned his head to greet himself: "The escaping Qinglong Gang people and horses will go with them, don't chase them, we still have important things to do, leave here quickly!" ”。

The nervous Tuni warriors quickly put away their scimitars and quickly gathered around Mandu Ratu, intending to escort the carriage full of silver taels and evacuate immediately.

Suddenly, a very strange scene happened.

The Green Dragon Gang soldiers who had been driven into the woods screamed again, waving their blades in their hands, and rushed out of the bare woods again.

The bearded Mandu Ratu couldn't help frowning: Are these people crazy? Obviously they are not opponents, and their gang leaders have completely given up resistance, and they are dying, and they still have to come out to die?

The Tuni warriors on the horse had to nervously draw their scimitars again, ready to fight back again.

When the Blue Dragons rushed out of the woods and got closer, Mandu Ratu finally noticed something strange in their faces: there was no excitement or revenge on their faces, only deep expressions of horror. It's like a flock of ducks that are tired of running for their lives, driven by hounds everywhere, and hobbling around.

Other Tuni warriors with scimitars also noticed something unusual, the sound of crossbow arrows tugging on the strings and the slight grinding of armor metal could be heard in the woods. Left behind, the scattered members of the Green Dragon Gang fell to the ground one after another with the sound of the bowstring.

The earth trembled slightly, and Mandu Ratu and the others, who had grown up on horseback since childhood, immediately realized: This is a large group of cavalry about to attack!

The stunned Mandu Ratu turned his head to look and couldn't help but gasp. I saw the flags fluttering, and the thousands of cavalry with bright armor surrounded them in a circle, surrounding them in the center.

On top of a tall war horse, a strong man with eyes like copper bells and two terrifying axes shouted in a loud voice: "Damn, you are so darling! In the place under my grandfather's jurisdiction, he dared to openly wield knives and guns, gather crowds to fight! It doesn't matter if you are a green dragon or a white cat, you all get off your horse and kneel on the ground and beg for mercy! Otherwise, don't blame your Grandpa Zhai for having itchy hands, and he's going to kill again! ”。