First, the third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

It was dark, the wind was howling, and the streets were deserted.

Suddenly, a group of men and horses galloped away from the side gate of the governor's palace, and the sound of horses' hooves rolled.

Not long after, the sound of horses' hooves stopped in front of a manor in the south of Fuzhou, and more than 500 cavalry figures unsheathed their swords and spears and stepped on the dry soil and pushed towards the Zhuangzi with the word Zhao Fu written on it in the distance.

A cold wind blew and it began to rain in the sky.

The rain became heavier and heavier, ticking on the tiles, falling down the eaves, weaving into a beaded curtain.

Zhao Dongchen, the owner of the house, put down the account book a little tiredly, walked to the eaves and looked at the roaring rain curtain, took a breath of cold moisture, and said with a smile to his father in the house: "I hope the goods have not been ...... by the rain."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a scream of "ah--" coming from the courtyard gate, and the voice was very terrible, like a man's cry of despair and fear before he died.

"What's going on......" As the young man looked over to the other side where the screams were coming from, a man in his fifties walked out of the room with a frown, followed by several heart-rending screams.

His eyes suddenly froze, and he turned back and took a knife from the wall: "Could it be that the incident happened, quickly organize people to ......"

Hurriedly summoned people to come over, and the old man commanded several henchmen: "Gather everyone in the family in the main hall, form a formation, and call the Ming army to break through." ”

The people around dispersed, Zhao Dongchen also found a long knife to protect himself, and looked at his father's calm grip on the knife standing under the eaves, he also learned, just put the tip of the sword on the ground, smoke rose in the front yard, and the fire spread to this side.

Soon after, a terrible scream came from different directions, and then it was the sound of a noisy and dull clash of armor.

"Kill!" The waist knife is swinged.

The heavy rain was pouring down, washing away the viscous plasma on the ground, and the panicked footsteps stepped on, and the panicked figures ran around, and the sight was left and right, and there were corpses that had fallen to the ground everywhere.

Then, a body that was not yet dead was held by the foot and neck, and fell in the blood, and in desperation, the domestic servant kicked the young maid with his foot.

Wow!

The stagnant water splashed everywhere, Li Xiang turned his head to look at the other side, the blade slashed at the head, the headless corpse fell backwards, the human head rolled on the ground, kicked the head away, and continued to chase the rest of the running figures.

The whole Zhuangzi was in chaos, and some people were still in the house without knowing what was going on, and the moment the door was opened, the butcher's knife was slashed at the front door.

Then the murderous figure rushed into the house and swung his knife frantically, and blood splattered on the window as a heart-rending scream was heard.

The courtyard and the eaves of the corridor were sprinkled with blood, the corpses were spread out horizontally, and the red mandarin duck jackets were used to chase the crowd, regardless of men, women, old and children, killing them, wielding blades and slashing to death.

Even if someone wanted to climb over the wall and jump over the wall to escape, they were nailed to it by spears, and hundreds of figures wielding weapons poured in from the front and right sides of the entire Zhuangzi.

When people come in, even if Shonai reacts, it doesn't help.

However, Li Xiang, who ran into a tendon, led the team, always keeping in mind Qin Haoming's words, the enemy did not lay down his arms and surrendered, and all of them were killed!

The wings on the outside of the central courtyard, the servants, maids, doors, and guards in the outer courtyard were almost slaughtered by the Ming soldiers who poured in.

There is no escape.

The massacre advanced to the courtyard of the main family in the center, and dozens of people from the Zhao family still fled over there, including many guards and generals, but at this time, they had been killed by the other party, and most of those who dared to resist were dead, and the sound of crying came from the scattered crowd.

A middle-aged woman dragged two young figures, holding a seven or eight-year-old child in her arms, and pushing a boy of about the same age to a maid in front of her with the other hand.

"Hurry up and take the second son...... You run a little faster. ”

The maid subconsciously reached out to pick up the child, and behind her, the thick soles of her feet splashed with water, and a long blade slashed through the rain curtain, and the water droplets broke and cracked when they touched the blade, dragging out a trace of vacuum.

The next second, there was a pop, the sound of flesh tearing, the maid stretched out her hand and stopped, time seemed to slow down, and the young child slowly tore in half in her sight.

When blood splattered on her face, she let out an "Ah! "Screaming in horror.

The burly giant man walked up to her, looked at the corpse broken in two on the ground, reached out and grabbed the child's bun, lifted the upper body in his hand, poked it backhand, and inserted the woman who was still screaming from her mouth.

In the sudden heavy rain, in the main hall of Zhao's mansion, less than 100 people who were lucky enough to escape to this side survived, the cries of children, the groans of the wounded, and the chaos.

The footsteps approached, and a Ming general with a high rhinoplasty and a scar on his face entered from the outside, followed by dozens of armor-clad guards who looked like tigers and wolves and were full of fierce energy.

Carrying a bloody waist knife, he strode and appeared in the field of vision of father and son, and he looked over there, revealing a hideous appearance. Since you want to do things for Jiannu, you really have to die.

The essence light that occasionally flowed out between Gu Pan revealed a cold and damp yin owl, which already made people feel unkind. He was covered with light armor, and as he moved, the gaps in the armor were faintly revealing a robe lined with mountain crests.

In addition to his eyes, this person's appearance is ancient and simple, it is Qin Haoming's night general, Qianhu Li Xiang.

In the field of vision, the soldiers surrounded this side, and the nurses in the four corners of the main hall will resist desperately, but after all, there are few people. Moments later, the bodies were piled up under the eaves.

In the rain, the soldiers facing the door of the main hall retreated, and the tall figure who was soaked in water walked over, and an even more burly and huge figure beside the other party stepped forward, threw something out of his hand, and threw it to this side.

A drop of blood splashed on his face from the air, Zhao Dongchen wiped it, there was a trace of blood on his fingertips, and with a bang, it was half a young corpse that fell at his feet, which was his second son.

"Ahh

The old man next to him pulled him back, staring at the figure in the rain in front of him, his lips trembled, and he opened his mouth and said:

"Our Zhao family is honest in business, but you come to my mansion to wantonly kill, what is the reason?"

Li Xiang just stood quietly in the rain, and then waved his hand, and someone around him found dry firewood from the firewood room and piled it under the eaves, and the figure in the rain walked over slowly.

Zhao Dongchen just raised the knife, lifted it, brought up a series of water droplets, and staggered back to the other party with a backhand, Li Xiang hung the waist knife in one hand, and put his arm around the old man's shoulder with the other, and said in a hideous voice:

"Are you honest business? If you are honest, the Chamber of Commerce will be destroyed?

As a Han Chinese, Zhao Donglin, the patriarch of your Zhao family, does things for Jiannu, do you really think that he is hiding in Liaodong, we don't know? ”

"Ah......" the old man roared loudly, his face was bruised, and he shouted, "Yan Chongnian......"

"Oh?" Li Xiang rolled his eyes, as if thinking of something, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's really not what this grandson said, it seems that this kid is not honest, he is about to die, and he will cover it up for you." ”

Sighing, Li Xiang continued: "I can't imagine that you don't even want your ancestors for money, so you work for Jiannu like this?

But it doesn't matter, to do things for Jiannu, you all have to cut off your children and grandchildren! ”

He whispered a word, then pushed the other party back into the house and fell, turned around and walked back again, raised his arms, hooked his fingers, and under the eaves, everyone lit torches and threw them on the firewood pile.

The crackling flames gradually led to a fire, and it burned violently in a few breaths, and the Zhao family's family members in the house smelled the smoke and screamed in panic to run out of the house.

However, the door slammed shut, and the lit pyre was led to this side, blocking the way.

"Let us out...... Ahem......"

“…… We've never done anything, please let us go! ”

The fierce fire burned the eaves, doors and windows, and the thick smoke choked out the dense coughing sound of people in the house, and in the heart-rending shouts, some people rushed out of the flames, and their clothes rolled in the rain with the flames, and in the blink of an eye, they were nailed to the ground.

"Thief—"

Zhao Dongchen stood at the door, his whole body was on fire, and his voice roared loudly from the fire: "I'll tell you!" The Zhao family will not be cut off from ......"

The eaves collapsed with a bang, burying the sound of screams.

Outside the house, Li Xiang's face twitched, and he smiled, with Qin Du's means, he did things for Jiannu, and it was difficult to keep having grandchildren!

"Check them all out, leave no one alive ......"

A knife split through the rain and mist, and the tall body stepped on the stagnant water, and turned to leave.