Hou Xuanyan looked at the crowd and no one made a sound, and he was secretly anxious in his heart, there was really not much time left for him.

At this time, a chubby figure came out of the crowd. Although this little chubby staggered and dazed, he knew that he was being yin at a glance, but Hou Xuanyan still stepped forward and quickly pressed his shoulders and said, "Good job, little fat!" ”

He stuffed the spear in his hand into Xiao Fat's hand, patted him on the shoulder, pointed to a Qing soldier who was struggling with a strip of cloth stuffed in his mouth and said, "Don't be afraid, go up and stab him to death!" ”

Xiaopang's name is Xu Yuanbao, the only son of a wealthy businessman in Jiading, his father was a good businessman when he was alive, made a lot of money, and saved a lot of family business. It's just that Shinong Industry and Commerce, in the Ming Dynasty, merchants are the end of the four people, and the money is low. If it is a rich man for many years, it is better to say that this kind of nouveau riche is often looked down upon by the circles of high society. So since Xu Yuanbao and his father had this lone seedling, he tried his best to invite the best gentleman in Jiading to enlighten him.

It's a pity that it backfired, Xu Yuanbao was born to be a person who didn't like to read, and he had been reading for several years, and even his name was written crookedly. On the contrary, he mixed up with the family and the nursing home, playing with guns and sticks, and gritted his teeth angrily. However, he is such a lone seedling, and he can't be disciplined, so he can only rely on his temperament. Anyway, he earns such a big industry, Lao Xu's plan is to wait for the future to have grandchildren, no matter how good he is, he must have a promising descendant to inherit his family property.

Later, the world changed dramatically, the Qing soldiers crossed the river, and the two emperors surrendered one after another. Li Chengdong broke Jiading City, and the old Xu Yuanwai's family only had Xu Yuanbao, who was protected by his friends in the nursing home and survived to this day.

It is another solid family, loving father and mother, except for the eldest sister who got married, all of them died cleanly. God knows how much karma Li Chengdong has done to this small city in the south of the Yangtze River.

Xu Yuanbao held the spear in his hand and glanced up at Hou Xuanyan, who gave him an encouraging look.

He put up the spear in his hand, the tip of the spear pointed to the sky, and the chubby little face looked up to the sky and roared: "Old man, you open your eyes above, the ingots have avenged you!" ”

Xu Yuanbao's eyes were red, he bit his lip and stabbed out, and the Qing soldiers in front of him wailed. The shot stabbed him in the shoulder, the tip of the spear rubbing against the bone with a terrifying sound. Blood slowly gushed out, dripping down the barrel of the gun from the red tassel.

His roar reminded the crowd behind him of the deep hatred of his own blood. One by one, they glared at each other, scolding themselves for the most vicious words they could think of, and slashed at the twelve Qing soldiers with the weapons in their hands.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the few captives who were no longer human, forcibly held back the discomfort in his stomach, and turned his head to see that Gong Laosan had disappeared, thinking that he was hiding somewhere to vomit.

Whoa, weak chicken!

Climbing the low wall and hugging the shoulders of the sentry child soldiers, Hou Xuanyan let out a long howl, attracting everyone's attention.

Only then did the villagers stop ravaging the dead Qing soldiers, and they all turned to look at him.

"See them all! Qinggou will also die, and Qinggou's body is also flesh and blood. What are you afraid of? What is there to be afraid of? I'm going to go to the city now, cut Li Chengdong's dog thief into meat sauce, and if you're afraid of death, go into the mountains and rivers as soon as possible, and be a savage, or when your enemies have killed enough, go out and be a dog and a slave for them. ”

"We're not afraid!"

"Follow Hou Gongzi and hack Li Chengdong to death!"

"Kill the dog thief Li Chengdong and kill all the dogs!"

"Revenge! Avenge! ”

...

The people's hearts are available, and Hou Xuanyan is not wasting time, and with a wave of his hand, everyone instantly quieted down. Through the nonsense of becoming an immortal in the front, he has become the backbone of everyone.

"Then please help me and go back to the city. We will put the blood of our enemies on our faces and go forward to take revenge! ”

The villagers responded violently, dipped in blood and painted their faces red. Hou Xuan said in his heart, this time when he goes back, he will definitely catch them off guard, and then use some terrifying makeup to make them feel cold and weak, and maybe he can increase his chances of winning. And smearing the blood of the enemy on their bodies can also help them overcome a little fear in their hearts.

Yang Shu snatched several of the Qing soldiers' war horses, put the armor he had peeled off in advance on his body, and threw away the broken armor that was originally hung. These Qing soldiers were originally one of the tumors of the Southern Ming Dynasty, the soldiers and horses of the Gaojie Department of the four towns in Jiangbei. These people sucked Nan Ming's bone blood clean, and then surrendered in one go. Their armor and horses are all of the finest, but unfortunately they are used to slaughter their compatriots.

Yang Shu weighed the newly acquired weapon, was very satisfied, and was about to drive the horse forward to be a pioneer for the eldest young master. Suddenly felt that someone was pulling him behind him, and when he looked back, it was Hou Xuanyan, who was pale, and hurriedly turned around to help him.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Hou Xuanyan leaned on his shoulder and whispered: "Be quiet, after all, I died once, and I have many discomforts on my body, and I haven't recovered yet." We ride together, you must not be quiet, I am afraid that the courage they have gathered so hard will disappear. ”

Yang Shu nodded heavily, and said in his heart that he really deserved to die, he didn't even think of the body of the eldest young master. After helping Hou Xuanyan onto the horse, Yang Shu pulled the reins and rode the horse. The remaining horses behind him were taken by a few villagers who were rarely able to ride horses. Yang Shu deliberately slowed down his speed, firstly, he was afraid that it would be too fast and bumpy, and the eldest young master's body would not be able to catch up, and secondly, it would be too fast for the township soldiers behind him to catch up.

Hou Xuanyan rode on the horse, and when he looked back, the fire was getting bigger and bigger. The bodies of the old father and the young brother in the fire are no longer visible. An indescribable hatred was condensed in his chest, and two lines of tears crossed his cheeks.

Yang Shu looked at him distressedly and said, "Do you want to take some ashes and bury them in the future?" ”

Hou Xuanyan turned his head, looked ahead, and said in a deep voice: "No need, Daddy said before he died, "Survive with the city, righteousness." "Just let them sprinkle on this land, and wait to see us avenge the fathers and elders of Xucheng!"

Walking out of the bamboo forest, the sun is bright but not scorching after the midsummer showers, and the warm wind blows with a strong fragrance of flowers. In the distance, the clear blue sky is dotted with a few lazy white clouds, moving with the wind.

On both sides of the ancient road, there are delicate red and white flowers, so the beautiful scenery is like being in a fairyland. It's just that the blood-smeared villagers on the road are incompatible with the scenery at this time. It's like a group of hellish ghosts, walking in Penglai Wonderland. No one would have thought that these people were born and raised in Sri Lanka.

Walking forward, the closer you get to the ancient town, a fishy smell comes to your face. The stream, which used to be as clear as water, was mixed with a thick color of blood. From time to time, stumps and broken arms, torn women's clothes, and corpses carried by young children would flow down the river, and the villagers could not bear to look at them, so they could only look up at the sky and forcibly move forward.

The castle tower soon appeared in front of them, and the Qing soldiers who attacked it were busy burning and looting, so naturally they did not have time to repair the city walls.

On the ruins of the wall, there was a human head, Yang Shu was dumbfounded, and said, "The eldest young master, it is the head of the master!" ”