Chapter Twenty-Eight: Jin Yi Wei Shang II

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Turning around again and seeing the arrogant appearance of Mo Yanei, Zhu Houzhao directly swept the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, and directly swept Mo Yanei to the ground.

Then he stepped on Mo Yanei's stomach with a fixed kick, and at the same time kicked the roast chicken that fell to the ground.

"If you eat mine, you will spit it out, and if you take mine, you will hand it over......"

Zhu Houzhao hummed a song while dragging the arrogant gentleman who felt like he had big thick legs out of the cabin.

After coming to the deck, Zhu Houzhao just glanced at it casually, and then the hand holding the collar of Mo Ya's underwear couldn't help but loosen.

I saw that on the wide canal river, my painting boat, which was already a big boat, was chased and killed by more than a dozen larger boats, and the rest of the grasshopper boats and speedboats were not in a hurry.

On the first big ship, which was obviously the flagship of the fleet, a middle-aged man with an extremely majestic appearance and a beard that looked like Zhang Fei was very much like Zhang Fei, and his face was dark, and he shouted loudly at Zhu Houzhao and the painting boat where he was.

"You guys who ate the heart of the bear and the leopard gall rushed to break ground on the head of the Mo family? It's really a greasy and crooked one! ā€

Mo Yanei, who was originally like a dead dog, immediately struggled violently when he saw this middle-aged man.

"Dad, I'm here, kill these bastards!"

After being excited, he raised his head and continued to laugh at Zhu Houzhao and roared: "You are a small garrison who still dares to beat the master, now it's too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!" ā€

Zhu Houzhao glanced at him disdainfully, then ignored it, and then continued to observe the long Zhang Fei's leopard-headed and ring-eyed ink wind thunder.

To tell the truth, although he has made no achievements for so many years, out of concern for the opening of the southern sea, Zhu Houzhao knows the resumes of the feudal officials in several southern provinces, so he dares to pat his chest and say that he has never heard of the existence of any ink wind and thunder.

"Who is this person, what a big breath!" After thinking about it for a while, Zhu Houzhao found that there was no information about this person, so he couldn't help asking.

Yang Shen also shook his head, with his erudition and strong memory, he had never heard of such a person, and dared to say that the entire southern provinces were under his control, if he was in such an atmosphere, either he wanted to carry a lantern to the thatched house to find, or he really had such a great energy.

However, looking at the appearance of Mo Fenglei who has been in the top position for a long time, it doesn't seem that he is so mentally ill that he has lost his mind.

"You guys are that part?" Zhu Houzhao, who was in the spirit of knowing himself and knowing his opponent in order to survive a hundred battles, waved his hand, and immediately someone went up to talk.

The hideous-faced Mo Fenglei stopped saying this, and was stunned for a moment, and immediately became furious, and roared: "The old man is the Mo Fenglei of the Mo family in Daxueping, Huizhou, you dare to kidnap my son, if you know each other, stop the boat quickly, otherwise when the old man sinks your boat, you will all drown in the water!" ā€

Huizhou Daxueping, ink wind thunder!

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it......" Zhu Houzhao waved his hand and waved off his subordinates to go into battle in person, looking at the domineering Mo Fenglei and smiled.

When he was in the capital, he would also take care of those civil officials, especially the auxiliary civil officials left by the first emperor. But once he left the capital and changed his identity, Emperor Lao Tzu, he was completely free of taboos, because he Zhu Houzhao was the king of the Ming Dynasty!

Basically everyone is snickering, there is really such a guy who doesn't know Taishan, dare to fill his head in front of the emperor, so daring!

Mo Fenglei can also be regarded as a person who has been in the top position for a long time, and his temper is as irritable as his appearance, how can he withstand such ridicule. It broke out on the spot, and with a wave of his big hand, he roared: "Jump Gang!" Slaughtered these bastards for grandpa! ā€

Now I didn't even want my son, and in the blink of an eye, the big ships and small boats came up, and things like flying claws were thrown up.

Where did Zhu Houzhao think that this person would dare to act like this, this is an inland river, not on the vast sea, how can even the professional combat language between pirates come out?

Even to kill the killer, do you really regard the Ming officers and soldiers as nothing, do you not understand the law or are you completely disrespectful to the law?

Seeing that someone was about to climb onto the boat, Zhu Houzhao shouted: "Hang out the official honor guard, everyone immediately counterattacks, these people dare to attack the officials and soldiers, they must be bandits, and they will no longer show mercy!" ā€

The members of the special combat team reacted so quickly, and someone immediately moved their hands and chopped down a person who had already climbed onto the side of the boat with a knife, making a large patch of blood in the water.

However, Zhu Houzhao is only about 20 people here, even if Peng Hao and the others are masters who can fight 20 at a time, but when they see the hundreds of people on the opposite side, they are also a little bottomless in their hearts.

The reason why a master is called a master is that he can't be invincible, otherwise he will be called the first in the world.

Zhu Hou looked at the situation and was not optimistic, stood on the bow of the boat, grabbed Mo Yanei's neck with one hand and lifted him up stiffly.

shouted at Mo Fenglei: "Tell your people to stop, don't you even want your son?" ā€

Mo Fenglei was indifferent.

Zhu Houzhao's face showed a fierce expression, and he reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the arm that was pierced by the crossbow arrow the day before yesterday, and suddenly the screams in Mo Yanei were like killing pigs.

"Ahh Daddy, stop and save me! ā€

Listening to Mo Yanei's screams, Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "Mo Feng Lei, no matter which land temple you are an immortal in this garrison, if you don't want to have a good time today, continue!" ā€

Mo Fenglei suddenly calmed down, and said expressionlessly: "The son can be reborn if he is gone, but it will be difficult to earn back the old man without face!" ā€

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Houzhao was slightly stunned, what is the situation, tiger poison does not eat children, does this guy really want to watch his son be killed by me, so what is this chasing so far away Xingshi for?

"Do you really care about your son's life?" Zhu Houzhao had a little headache.

"Haha!" Mo Fenglei laughed wildly, clapped his hands gently, and after a soft sound of Titicaca, he saw a hole in the bow of the big ship he was on, and a thick black iron pipe stretched out from it.

Zhu Houzhao really won't understand that some people will take face so seriously, and chasing hundreds of miles is not to save people, but to get back face!

"The best Franc machines made in Portugal blew them up for the old man!" The ink wind thunder roared, and the smoke of gunpowder suddenly rose.

It was too late, but it was too late, and suddenly a ship of the same size in the fleet of Ink Wind Thunder suddenly crashed out of the spur.

Two solid bullets with thick iron chains whistled past the starboard side of Zhu Houzhao's ship, bringing up a large piece of flying sawdust!

"Shang Er is here, Mo Lao Pifu, Lao Tzu has long seen that you are unhappy, go and die!"

Then a loud bang was heard.

Mo Fenglei stood on the bow of the boat and was shocked by such a big shock, and the actual person in charge of Huizhou Daxueping roared angrily: "Shang Er, the old man treats you well on weekdays, you dare to do this!" ā€

On the bow of another ship that collided with it, a sturdy man with a tiger's head and a big knife was half-squatting, and laughed strangely: "Lao Tzu is a hundred households in brocade clothes, and he is a royal court, where has he ever received any favor from you, an old thing!" ā€