Zhang Twelve is not Zhou Bobo's father, so it is impossible to get used to his problems.

He was already extremely disgusted with the previous Zhou Yuanwai, otherwise he wouldn't have directly used Gatling to kill him to the scum.

I heard that this Zhou Bobo was Zhou Yuanwai's nephew, and he didn't have a good impression of him in the first place, but his words were so bad, Zhang Twelve naturally wanted to scold him.

"You...... You...... Damn you! ”

Zhou Bobo was almost angry, he was still thinking about asking for those properties, so he had always been relatively "pleasant" to Zhang Twelve, but he didn't expect Zhang Twelve to slap him in the face in front of so many people, he couldn't bear it!

What property, don't want it!

I want him to die!

Anyway, he is already the deputy general of Quzhou City, according to the current way of the world, he collects taxes every day, and he can't get more oil and water from here, or he will be rich and expensive in a few years!

As for asking for the property in Zhang Twelve's hands, he really can't wait!

"Kill me, kill him!"

Zhou Bobo was so furious that he pointed at Zhang Twelve and asked those archers to let go of their arrows to kill, but he overestimated his position and underestimated these archers, he just shouted, and those archers looked at the Song shirt behind him, and no one moved.

What are you kidding, do we want to kill Zhang Twelve, the key is that Song Dashan is their direct leader, he doesn't say a word in the back, who dares to go?

Zhou Bobo said a lot of cruel words, but no one listened to him, so he heard Zhang Twelve under the city wall laugh coldly: "Monkey, what else do you know besides calling?" Do you really think you're a character? See if anyone listens to you?

Tell you, I dare to kill even your uncle, and it's okay to kill you, so you'd better be honest, I'm not happy to save you, and I'll send you to see your uncle first!

Hehehe............"

It's all in hehe.

Zhou Bobo really blew up this time, and was ridiculed by Zhang Twelve one after another, he almost lost his mind, and he was alone, and he dared to say anything to him to kill and kill, should he say it himself?

"I'm going to kill you!"

Zhou Bobo shouted and ran to a nearby archer, then snatched the bow from his hand, snatched the arrow from him, and drew the bow to shoot Zhang Twelve.

It's a pity that Zhou Bobo is not an archer and has never shot an arrow before, so his arm strength is not enough, and the bow is not even able to draw!

But Rao is like this, he still aimed at Zhang Twelve and shot it!

"Whoosh!"

"Da!"

The shot shot was very fast, and the landing was also very fast, and it was inserted diagonally in Zhang Twelve, about a few dozen meters in front.

Zhang Twelve stood motionless in place, Zhou Bobo couldn't shoot him, it made people laugh out of their big teeth!

Seeing this, the archers in the back turned even redder, and some even lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking vigorously, presumably, they were holding back their laughter very miserably!

This guy is hairy!

No, you can't even shoot the hair!

Zhou Bobo's face was also a little red, just now it was Zhang Twelve who slapped his face, but now it is himself on his own face, which makes people feel hot and hot!

No, you have to shoot!

So Zhou Bobo pulled the arrow into the bow again, then pulled a small circle, aimed at Zhang Twelve and shot it again.

This time it was obviously better than the last time, although it didn't hit Zhang Twelve, but it was one meter closer to Zhang Twelve!

Zhou Bobo was not arrogant, impatient, and not discouraged, and then shot many times in succession, until he shot all the arrows in his hand, he stopped panting, and his right hand that had just drawn the bow was also put down, trembling vigorously!

Looking at the city wall again, the ground dozens of meters in front of Zhang Twelve's body was filled with nearly ten arrows, which was somewhat spectacular......

Zhang Twelve is a man, he usually shes others, how can people shoot him?

Although Zhou Bobo didn't shoot him, it was unacceptable to have this idea!

Zhang Twelve was very angry, and the consequences were serious!

took out a pistol from the arsenal - killing such a small character as Zhou Bobo, the pistol can already be regarded as worthy of him!

Zhang Twelve walked out from behind the explosion-proof shield, raised his gun in his hand, and then pointed at Zhou Bobo, and said to the archers and officers and soldiers next to him: "None of the people are retreating to both sides, be careful that I accidentally hurt you!" ”

Although those archers and officers and soldiers wondered what this black iron bump in Zhang Twelve's hand was, how could it be lethal if it was so small?

But he still retreated to both sides very obediently, and soon, there was no one around Zhou Bobo, only himself!

Zhou Bobo held his head high and did not take a step back.

He felt that Zhang Twelve was just bluffing, and he had an iron lump in his hand, did he still want to throw it up and stone himself to death?

Hehe, it makes people laugh off their big teeth, such a long distance, and throwing it from the bottom to the top, whether to throw it up or not has to say another thing, not to mention that you have to smash and hurt yourself!

It's not good to be afraid at all!

And Zhang Twelve insulted himself just now, if he took a step back, wouldn't he lose face even more?

So, Zhou Bobo stared at Zhang Twelve and said very arrogantly: "What, you still want to kill me?" I'm standing here, come on, kill me! ”

Looking at Zhou Bobo, Zhang Twelve suddenly thought of the senior brother in a certain movie, stretched out a finger and hooked it forward, and then said cheaply "You come here", Zhou Bobo and him are almost the same, they all make people want to beat people!

If you want to die, then let you die!

Thinking so, Zhang Twelve opened the pistol safe, then narrowed his eyes slightly and began to aim.

For this kind of distance, it is from the bottom up, and it has actually exceeded the best effective range of the pistol, but Zhang Twelve doesn't care, a few more shots, as long as it hits, although the effect will be almost good, but it will also make people either dead or injured!

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

"Bang !!"

Zhang Twelve fired three shots in a row, except for the first shot that missed, the other two shots hit Zhou Bobo's stomach!

"Oops!"

Zhou Bobo exclaimed, and then immediately lay on the ground!

"It hurts...... It hurts ......."

Zhou Bobo covered his lower abdomen, only to see that the clothes on his body had been stained red by the gurgling blood flowing from his lower abdomen, and then his face gradually turned pale because of the rapid blood loss.

"Help me...... Help me........."

Zhou Bobo stretched out his hand to pull the people around him, but when the people around him saw this, they immediately went back to their feet, looking at Zhou Bobo's bloody hands, they all felt a little crazy.

"Song Shoujiang...... Help me......"

Zhou Bobo's voice also became weaker, and the blood that was already flowing non-stop flowed faster after his hand was removed, and because the wound was suddenly exposed, the air also entered, which hastened the time of his death.

Zhou Bobo's hand finally drooped, his eyes were already dilated, staring at the rising sun, and then slowly closed......

When he was dying, he seemed to see himself running in the morning sun, which was his lost youth......

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not worry about Zhou Yuanwai's family property again, and he would definitely not go to Song Dashan, let alone be this broken deputy general, and he would not provoke Zhang Twelve again............

But there is no if.

So Zhou Bobo followed his uncle Zhou Yuanwai, who had been bombarded by Zhang Twelve a long time ago, and went to Xitian together.

There are many people who want Zhang Twelve's life, but in the end, these people not only did not ask for Zhang Twelve's life, but were killed by Zhang Twelve, such as the current Zhou Bobo.

Of course, he wasn't the first, and he wasn't the last!

………………

Zhou Bobo was surrounded by officers and archers, and when Zhou Bobo, who was covered in blood, reached out to them for help, no one paid attention to him.

Seeing Zhou Bobo quiet down and no signs of life, everyone's faces changed slightly.

A bolder officer and soldier tentatively stretched out his hand under Zhou Bobo's nose, and not long after he poked over, he shivered and retracted his hand!

"Song Shoujiang, Zhou ...... Vice Admiral Zhou...... It's dead! ”

"Wow!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but take a step back, looking at Zhou Bobo's corpse with horror on their faces, feeling creepy!

For these officers and soldiers, dead people don't seem to be a scary thing, they shouldn't be so uncomfortable, but the key is that Zhou Bobo's death is too weird!

Zhang Twelve only raised his hand, there was no sign of strength, and he didn't see any murder weapons or anything like flying over, everything was so normal - if he had to say a little, maybe it was the three loud bangs!

After the loud bang, Zhou Bobo fell.

It's all weird, isn't it?

All the officers and soldiers on the city wall, you look at me, I look at you, they all saw surprise and horror in each other's eyes, at this time, they can really understand the rumors on the rivers and lakes, saying how powerful Zhang Twelve's Xiao Li Flying Knife is, now that I see it, it is worthy of its reputation!

So, after a brief uproar, everyone began to talk to each other, but the same thing was that their fear of Zhang Twelve under the city wall became heavier!

This hasn't been fought yet, everyone is like this, which made Song Dayi a little angry, and before he could reprimand, he heard Zhang Twelve under the city wall speak again.

"Brothers and soldiers on the city wall, I know that you are forced to come to the city wall today, but if you have some conscience, you should know the truth of what I said, and you should also know that an emperor like Tang Yizhi, should we listen to him!"

As soon as Zhang Twelve's voice fell, everyone was silent, everyone was thinking about this, and they were all thinking about all kinds of things after Tang Yizhi came to power, and many people's hearts began to waver!

If you can really pull Tang Yizhi off the horse and resume his original good life, it will be impossible!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Da Yi immediately shouted: "Don't listen to his gossip to confuse the public!" Today, His Majesty is the Ninety-Five, who dares to make a mistake? ”

Although he said this, everyone is not stupid, they all have their own ideas, and they are still pondering the feasibility of what Zhang Twelve said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are still wearing military uniforms, and it must be difficult for you to agree immediately! But you can choose to go down from the walls and think slowly!

You saw what happened to that monkey just now, and if you stay on the walls, I can't guarantee that you will survive! ”

After Zhang Twelve finished speaking, he took out the mortar cannon that he had already considered from the arsenal and placed it on the ground.

When the officers and soldiers on the city wall saw it, they immediately exploded!

"Behold, such a large iron vessel—where is he hiding?"

The scale of the mortar cannon is not comparable to that of a pistol, and these people were obviously looking at Zhang Twelve just now, and suddenly they felt a flicker in front of them, and then there was such a big guy in Zhang Twelve's hand, how could they not be surprised?

"Those shields just now are not bigger than this iron weapon, didn't he take them out as well? This county uncle is really magical......"

"Didn't you notice that this big iron tool is similar to the one he held in his hand just now? It's just that it's more than ten times larger............"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell into deep thought.

Yes, in their eyes, pistols and mortars look the same, the difference is in size.

And Zhang Tshi's inconspicuous killing of Zhou Bobo with a pistol just now was enough to shock them, so what kind of power will this mortar gun that is more than ten times the size of a pistol now, although they don't know, but they also feel that it will definitely not be small!

At this time, the hearts of the officers and soldiers on the city wall have undergone subtle changes, and they are all considering whether to go down!

"Brothers, I have said what I should say, if you can listen to my advice, go down from the city wall now, even if I enter the city, I will not pursue you!

But if you are obsessed with it again, you don't have to wait for me to enter the city, and the little Li Flying Knife in my hand will immediately let you see the power! I'm afraid that even if you regret it then, it will be too late! ”

After Zhang Twelve said this, he had already put out all the shells, and it seemed that he was ready to fire.

In the past two days, Zhang Twelve has studied the arsenal again, and he has discovered a new world!

The arsenal he usually sees are all conventional weapons, and there is a door in the far corner of the arsenal, Zhang Twelve has never opened it before, thinking that the door is just a decoration, he opened it once before setting off two days ago, and the weapons in it made him surprised, with those weapons, what if he took the world?

And this mortar was taken from there!

The reason why he chose to use the mortar at this time is because of his many advantages, such as the short barrel of the mortar, the large angle of fire, and the high ballistic arc, which is especially suitable for attacking relatively high city walls from the bottom up, which can be described as a siege weapon!

The mortar gun bears the recoil with a seat plate, so it does not need to be carried by Zhang Twelve, which is very convenient.

Zhang Twelve believed that if this mortar gun really fired, not to mention that the city wall would be directly flattened, I was afraid that it would come a few times casually, and when the shells exploded on the city wall, those officers and soldiers defending the city would probably have to be scared, right?

At that time, who will have the heart to defend the city again? I'm afraid I've already hugged my head and scurried!

(I recommend a friend's book, called "I want to be a detective", friends who are short of books can go and see how it is written...... ）