As soon as Li Mao sat down in the old Zuo's shop on the corner of the street, Wen San'er and his gang came to the door, Li Mao pretended to be cowardly and fled. He took the scoundrels around the city, then turned and went out of the east gate of the city, and ran towards a field of reeds. As he ran, he looked back from time to time, and when he saw that the scoundrels couldn't catch up, he stopped, held his knees and gasped for a while, pretending to be out of strength. As soon as they approached, they quickened their pace.

The Tang Dynasty forbade private crossbows, although bows were not prohibited, the management was also very strict, all scoundrels had knives, guns and sticks, but there was no bow and crossbow, and Li Mao led him by the nose, so he was not embarrassed. At this moment, Wen San'er saw that Li Mao went to the reeds in the east of the city, and he was overjoyed, the reeds were three miles away from the city, and there were thousands of acres of reeds, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

Wen San'er has only one thought now: kill Li Mao and vent his evil anger.

Li Mao humiliated himself in front of the people of the city, and if he didn't avenge this revenge, he wouldn't be able to raise his head for the rest of his life. There are many people in the city, and they openly kill people, even if they have Deputy General Zheng and Zhang Tuiguan as their backers, they are afraid that they will not be able to escape prison, but they are outside the city......

He sneered twice, urging everyone to speed up.

It's a stretch of reeds that stretches as far as the eye can see. The autumn wind blows, the reeds rustle, and the reed flowers roll like snow, drifting to the turbid yellow river in the southeast.

"It's such a great place to kill people and dump corpses." Li Mao smiled self-deprecatingly, and his eyes fell on a dark land, where there had been a natural fire during the hottest time of autumn, and about forty or fifty acres of reeds turned to ashes overnight. In this dark land, there is a stump of a tree, and a white silk is tied to the branch.

Li Mao calmly walked to the side of the stump, took off the white silk and put it in his pocket, pulled up the stump in his hand, the thickness was just enough to grasp, and he tried it, and it was very easy to make a weapon.

In this effort, Wen San'er had already chased after him with his eighteen brothers, and there were twenty-one of his subordinates, leaving two to carry Legui home, and another one on the way. From the inn to this reed, the straight-line distance was only four miles, but Li Mao took them in circles for nearly twenty miles.

Wen San'er has good physical strength, although his breath is not bad, his subordinates' performance is much worse, at least half of them are already tired and out of breath, and when they see Li Maomo and say to fight, they don't even have the strength to stand firm. After the physically weak arrived, he lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

Wen San'er felt that he was in a good mood, but he was not in a hurry to do it, he carried the meteor hammer on his shoulder, looked at Li Mao eating and laughing, and Li Mao also laughed at him.

"None of the people who offended my Wensan had a good end, this is your own fault."

"Death is on the verge of death, and it is still so rampant, I really don't know how to die."

After Li Mao said this, he threw the wooden stick in his hand to the ground, turned around and got into the reeds. Wen San'er was in a daze, and a whistle arrow flew up from the reeds, and the sharp whistle startled a group of gray wild ducks, circling and chirping in the sky above the reeds.

Bows and arrows were one of the basic equipment of the Tang soldiers, and almost everyone had a bow. The whistle arrow is also known as the whistle, it is a special feather arrow with a bone horn whistle on the arrow, and the whistle arrow is heard in the army, such as the sound of the drum, which is the signal of the battle. Although Wen San'er is not a soldier, he is no stranger to this.

Seeing the whistle arrow flying, Wen San'er shouted: "Not good! Come on. ”

Before a group of his subordinates came to their senses, a group of feathered arrows shot out of the reeds with a strong wind, and the four splashes immediately fell to the ground, killed by the arrows, and more than ten others were wounded by arrows, screaming miserably. Wen San'er, who was the first to notice something wrong, ran out of more than a dozen steps and fell to the ground with an arrow, and was hit by an arrow on his left calf, the arrow was embedded in the bone, and Wen San'er, who was in pain, rolled and wailed.

Hearing the screams, Li Mao, who had already gotten into the reeds, looked back, but what he saw was the blood flowers splattered when the feather arrow entered the human body, and the flowers bloomed in the noon sun, emitting a charming brilliance.

His head buzzed, and he went blank.

"It's done, Brother Li, get up."

It was Wang Jian who spoke, this ambush was very successful, he was in a good mood, and when he saw Li Mao lying motionless on the ground, he stepped forward to help him up.

Li Mao's head was still a little dazed, he looked at Wang Jian standing in front of him, he was clearly a warrior who had survived a hundred battles: dressed in Mingguang armor, wearing a forehead, carrying a bow on his back, holding a crossbow in his hand, a horizontal knife hanging from his waist, a short knife inserted in a palm wide cowhide belt, hanging a leather rope and a bulging leather bag, followed by a pawn carrying a quiver, holding a gun in his hand, hanging a knife from his waist, but not piercing armor.

Wen San'er and his eighteen brothers were lying not far away, their bodies densely packed with arrows, and the ambushers first shot with bows and arrows, and then with crossbow arrows at close range, killing sixteen of the nineteen people on the spot, and the remaining three seriously wounded were each shot again.

Li Mao only felt that his speech was jerky, and only after a while did he ask Wang Jian: "Do you have to kill them all?" Wang Jian laughed and said: "If the wicked people are not eliminated, the righteousness is not promoted, and this group of people is innocent of death." ”

With a cough, he waved his hand at the reeds, and immediately eight guards came out, carrying two large baskets, the contents of which were very heavy, and the eight guards stumbled and stumbled.

The big basket was placed in front of Li Mao, and the wrapped burlap cloth was uncovered, and inside was a waterproof linen bag, but when the rope was unsealed, it was two large baskets of white salt. Wang Jian stretched out his hand and grabbed it, licked it with his tongue, clicked his mouth, and praised: "Good salt." He patted off the salt grains on his hands, turned around and asked Li Mao: "Smuggling so much salt and openly resisting arrest, Brother Li, do you say that they are innocent." ”

Li Mao looked at the two large baskets of salt, his throat and eyes itched, and he smiled curtly: "It is indeed innocent of death." Wang Jian nodded and said: "In the past two years, the military government has been short of money, not to mention rewards, even the constant amount of the brothers is often in arrears, and I originally planned to sell these two baskets of salt and distribute them to the brothers to subsidize the family. Alas...... It's all ruined by these bastards. Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless, the world is not good, honest people always suffer, forcing people to do evil. ”

Two soldiers came over, each with a handful of salt, and sprinkled it on the scoundrel's corpse. Wang Jian explained: "These salt lords regard salt as heavier than the root of life, and after being killed by the official army, as long as they sprinkle salt on their bodies, their souls will not turn into ghosts and plague the world." Hearing this, Li Mao secretly wondered in his heart: Wang Jian has a rough appearance, but his heart is very thin, if these handfuls of salt are sprinkled, won't it confirm that Wen San'er is a salt lord?

He looked at the nineteen corpses again, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. At the beginning, he and Wang Jian planned for him to come forward to provoke Wen San'er and induce him to do it, and then Wang Jian appeared to arrest people, convict him of murder and wounding, and confiscate him into Fengzhou.