I don't know how long it took, Wang Zheng woke up with a splitting headache, and Huang Yang and the others around him were long gone.

Looking into the sunlight, he could still see dust particles floating in the air, and Wang Zheng looked around at the dilapidated house, not knowing how long it had been abandoned.

However, judging by the extent of its desolation, it will be years to say the least.

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Zheng already understood that this was really the only time in Chongzhen's nine years of life that he had been a hero to save the United States, and he had actually traveled directly to the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, Wang Zheng didn't know what to do, and muttered to himself: "Thief God, I saved people's lives, did you get me to this place to reward me, or are you harming me?" ”

Although he has already understood his 'mystery of his life experience', Wang Zheng is not happy at all, who would have thought that in the future he Wang Zheng will be the owner of a military store, with food and clothing, a house and a car.

I didn't expect to cross over, but instead became a poor ghost at the bottom who even had a problem with eating.

This Ming Dynasty was possessed by Wang Zheng's military household 'Wang Zheng', which belonged to the Qishan Thousand Households in Dengzhou Prefecture, Shandong.

Wang Zheng has more memories in his mind that do not belong to him, and the memories of a person for more than 20 years are naturally not so easy to integrate, and the severe pain can be said to be in the past.

However, as soon as I remembered the memory of the original Wang Zheng, I made the current Wang Zheng inadvertently clench his fists, which was too deceitful!

Wang Zheng, a military household who has been timid as a mouse since he was a child, has not grown much until he grows up, and is called a king soft egg by a Zhuangzi person.

Fortunately, there was a kind mother who painstakingly pulled him into an adult, and the scenes of being bullied flashed from his mind like a movie, making Wang Zheng grit his teeth with hatred.

Although the modern Wang Zheng is not a hero, this time he came to the troubled times at the end of the Ming Dynasty, at least now he does not think about saving the people from fire and water.

But Wang Zheng is a true temperament, if someone dares to bully his family, he will pay it back a thousand times.

Among them, the most bullied "Wang Zheng" was naturally Zhao Sheng, who was the first to propose to throw down Wang Zheng, and in his memory, he bullied Wang Zheng a lot since he was a child.

When Wang Zheng was said to be dead, Zhao Sheng also had no sadness, but gloated with schadenfreude on his face.

"Good people don't have anything to reward!"

Wang Zheng stood up and grumbled, when he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps outside.

When Wang Zheng saw it, he immediately cursed, "Thief, you can't spare me, can't you let me live quietly for a while." ”

After speaking, Wang Zheng didn't dare to speak out anymore, and lay lightly under the window, if this ruined wall can be called a window...

Quietly raising his head, Wang Zheng saw the scene he didn't want to see.

As if God was deliberately working against him, the three men who were more than twenty steps away from the broken house actually walked over to this side.

"Calm down, be calm."

Wang Zheng knew what he was doing with Huang Yang and Dong Youyin, who were selling smuggled salt!

Selling smuggled salt is a serious crime in the Ming Dynasty, and no one will have a good result if they are caught by a salt dog.

Of course, the locals don't call them that, and they all affectionately call them the word salt dog, as a sign of their inner hatred.

Looking around, there was only one 'door' in this dilapidated house that could get out, and without thinking too much, Wang Zheng understood that he could either sit here and wait for the only exit to be blocked, or rush out while they were not paying attention, and maybe he could escape with a glimmer of life.

Wang Zheng's eyes moved, his expression was exaggerated, and his grandmother was a bear.

"Fight!"

Just do it, it's better to fight than to sit and wait for death, but it's not okay to go out with your bare hands like this, Wang Zheng's hurried gaze swept across the ground.

Seeing a small wooden board lying there quietly, not caring about how much dust had accumulated on it, Wang Zheng lifted the wooden plank, kicked a few steps and rushed out.

There are three people outside, compared to Huang Yang, Dong Youyin, Zhao Sheng and others before, the belts they wear are much better, and Wang Zheng, who looks like a dog, looks at it carefully at a glance.

The three of them were talking and laughing about something, but they saw a person suddenly rushing out of the dilapidated house a few steps ago, and after a closer look, they all recognized Wang Zheng.

But none of the three were afraid, and they all pointed at Wang Zheng and laughed.

"Yo, isn't this Wang Soft, it seems that Zhao Sheng and they threw you down again?" One laughed and laughed.

The other person smiled and asked, "Wang Softdan, did Zhao Sheng abandon you?" ”

"Fart, that's Lao Tzu threw them down!"

Hearing this, the three salters seemed to have heard some big joke, and the tears of the laughing one at the front flowed out.

"Hahaha, this is not a king softie, it's a king fool!"

Rushing closer and closer, Wang Zheng could even see the mocking look on the faces of these salt dings, and at the moment a wave of anger rose from the inside out, who dared to laugh at Lao Tzu like this when he was in the army?

Holding the plank in a few steps and rushing to the front of the person who spoke first, at the same time, Wang Zheng turned slightly to the right, the broken plank in his hand was raised upward, and his left foot took a step forward.

The two salts behind him saw Wang Zheng's movements, although they were a little surprised, but they still didn't have the slightest defense, could it be that there was something wrong with this Wang soft egg's brain?

Also, Wang Zheng doesn't look like a desperate fight now, but seems to be funny, holding a broken wooden board in his hand, can he still block the waist knife of several people on the other side?

Wang Zheng looked like he was stupid now, his arms were raised, his right hand reached out to the upper end of the board in front of him, and his left hand was bent against the bottom of the board.

The salt dog didn't dodge, and even turned around and laughed out loud.

"Wang Softdan didn't run away, can he still use that broken plank... Burst! ”

Before he finished speaking, he only heard Wang Zheng in front of him shouting: "Kill!" ”

The salty man who turned around and laughed was frightened by Wang Zheng's sudden loudcry, and at this trembling moment, the wooden board in Wang Zheng's hand swung out and hit the salt's head hard.

There was no armor on the head of this salt ding, but this time, the wooden board was directly smashed on this salt ding's head, and under the crumbs, this salt ding fell to the ground softly as if he had been hit hard, blood was overflowing on his head, and he lost all his strength.

Before the hand that had just held the waist knife could be pulled out, it fell to the ground with his body, and Wang Zheng took a step back to avoid the fallen Yanding's body.

Although he successfully knocked out this salt ding, Wang Zheng was very dissatisfied, and he used ten percent of his strength, why was he just knocked unconscious now?

But even though he thought so, Wang Zheng's body was not idle, his eyes quickly grasped the handle of the waist knife, and he only heard the sound of 'poof', the waist knife of this salt Ding was pulled out by Wang Zheng, and the bright light of the snow made the salt Ding behind him unable to open his eyes.

All this happened only between the lightning and flint, and the other two salt butchers who had not yet reacted were full of shock, and saw that the always timid 'Wang Zheng' actually knocked down his companion.

A salt ding behind him was in a panic and forgot to draw a knife, and in a panic he covered his eyes with his hand, how could Wang Zheng let go of this good opportunity, and he shouted loudly again, and jumped in front of him in a few steps.

The knife flashed, the blood appeared, and only the sound of 'poof' was heard.

Most of the blood on the face of this salt Ding dissipated in an instant, and he no longer bothered to draw the knife, covering his bleeding lower abdomen and howling miserably, and after a while, the ground was full of crimson blood.

The salt couldn't make a sound, just curled up on the ground and convulsed.

At this time, a salt finally reflected, and immediately pulled out his knife and rushed towards Wang Zheng excitedly, as if in his eyes, dealing with Wang Zheng was not a piece of cake.

Wang Zheng went up, because he knew that the strength of this body was not as great as the original, Wang Zheng used all his strength in every step, and dragged his right hand fiercely, directly dragging the salt Ding to himself, but he did not kill it immediately, and hesitated for a moment.

After hesitating for a second, the waist knife in Wang Zheng's hand still slashed over the neck of this salt ding, bringing out a splash of blood.

The throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body, and the assassination and fighting of the army are all about defeating the enemy with one move.

Piercing or punching through the throat, chest, and abdomen, even if it does not cause them to die immediately, can cause massive bleeding in the enemy's body, causing serious injuries and incapacitating them to fight.

Wang Zheng hesitated for less than a second just now and was thinking about whether to kill him or knock him unconscious, after all, killing people before was an impulse, and when this impulse passed, it would not be so simple to kill again.

However, Wang Zheng naturally knew the truth of letting the tiger return to the mountain, in order to avoid trouble, it was a good choice to kill the fallen salt dog and run away, and the blade in his hand turned down sharply.

"Ahh

The screams came to an abrupt end.