Wengang is the most important commercial port in the northeast of the mainland of Zhongzhou, and it is a transportation point connecting Tianshan Island and Penglai Island, which are large overseas islands. And there is one of the most golden sea routes here, that is, the direct passage to the Wu Port of Chu State.

For some reason, the navigation industry in the Zhongzhou mainland has never flourished, perhaps because there are few suitable locations for building ports on the endless coastline, or because the navigation industry in Zhongzhou is still at the level of offshore navigation.

It is precisely because of the scarcity that it is more precious, which is the cornerstone of the prosperity of Wugang and Wengang. In the eyes of Wengang people, it is a very common phenomenon for thousands of sails to compete for the ferry and department stores gathered, and the busiest officials in Wengang City are tax collectors, and these lowest-level officials have more than one million taxes in their hands every day.

Don't look at the official position of these tax officials is very low, but the face is not small, who does business in Wengang who does business with these little ghosts who deal with them personally, people's hands are a little loose, and the merchant's purse can be bulging.

Whether the tax officer's life is good or not, you don't need to look at others, just look at the most famous Da Sanye in Dongcheng, just that corrupt belly, ordinary people can only look up.

Although Da Sanye is just an ordinary tax officer, he has a flexible brain, a ghost who reckons accounts, and is a leader among tax officials.

Wengang City, where every inch of land is expensive, can have such a house, and Dasan can be regarded as a master.

It's a pity that the sudden war broke all this, and the army of the second prince did not say that the prince poisoned his father and killed him, and rebelled with tens of thousands of city defense troops.

It is said that if you rebel, you will make it, what is the matter with our small people, but unfortunately the old saying goes, 'passing a soldier is like a bandit' to fight together, then it is not for you to stay out of the matter.

Da San joined the army with honor, and after contributing all his family property, he also contributed more than 200 catties to himself.

Da San can't forget, when the wolf-like city guards rushed into his house, no matter how he begged, he didn't get a trace of mercy from them, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver, coins, and food, as long as it was worth a little money, were all robbed, fortunately his daughter-in-law and children happened to go out of the city and return to their parents' home, this is considered to be a catastrophe.

Da San originally thought that he would be saved from disasters if he broke his wealth, but he never expected that with a long rope and a bolt, he would join the army with honor. Dasan only remembers that when he left the house, the requisitioned men had already begun to demolish the house. A house made of stone like Tatsuzo is the perfect shell for trebuchets.

The money is gone, the home is gone, and whether I can survive this life is a matter of two questions. However, Dasan is a relatively open-minded person, as long as he thinks that his wife and children can survive the catastrophe, he is not so afraid.

A man, if you can have a queen to pass incense, you can be considered worthy of your ancestors when you die.

"Scar, don't cry, it's been more than three months, why are you still crying..."

Da San was in a good mood today, and he actually persuaded the old guy around him, who was also a tax officer. It's a pity that Scarhead didn't even bother to look at him, and was still sobbing there.

This is a critical shop, Da San and Scar, plus four or five city defense veterans, plus a few forcibly recruited people, every day to confront the army of the great prince across the street, this situation has lasted for three months.

In this team of more than a dozen people, there are obviously three camps, and several veteran ruffians are naturally the bosses, whether it is the food distributed above or the food looted, they can eat the first portion.

And people like Dasan and Scarhead have sweet mouths, are educated, and the key is that they are a little knowledgeable, which is the second camp, and they can also share a little bit of soup and water.

As for the six or seven coolie people, to put it bluntly, they are cannon fodder captured by soldiers, and they belong to the category that can be absorbed at any time.

A soldier is a soldier, and the brutal tug-of-war has been going on for 3 months, but these guys are still giggling every day, and they don't take their lives seriously. It's not like a scar, crying and howling every day.

Of course, Dasan knew what Scar was crying about, he was not only crying about the dissolution of his family wealth, but also crying about the tragic death of his three delicate daughters-in-law.

I can't forget the scar, that group of wolf-like soldiers rushed to the house, not counting the robbery of property, but also insulted their daughter-in-law, dozens of big-headed soldiers tortured their daughter-in-law to death.

The destruction of the family is already tragic enough, but the worse is still to come, when Scar pretends to be a grandson in the city defense army and buries him alive, and then wants to find those beasts to take revenge, the most ridiculous thing appears.

It turned out that the group of soldiers had been wiped out in a battle a month earlier.

I couldn't stand the scar anymore, and I was like a deflated ball on the spot, slumped to the ground, and I couldn't find the direction of life anymore.

The saddest thing in life is that when the coward finally musters up the courage to take revenge, he finds that the enemy is gone.

Since that day, the tears of the scarred head have not stopped for a day like the rain in the long rainy season.

It's the same today, with the rain all over the sky, this kid started crying again, and the crying veterans were upset. It wasn't until an old soldier came up and kicked him hard that the kid stopped a little.

Dasan thought that he would be able to calm down now, but he didn't expect that Scar walked to the corner of the shop where the rain was leaking, and in the corner where the roof and half of the wall had collapsed, he began to sob again.

Grass, the veteran has no temper now, this kid with Scarhead would rather go in the rain than shed that little bit of horse urine, what else can you do, you can't kill him with a knife. Forget it, everyone doesn't bother to pay attention to him, you cry yours, we talk about our women.

Just as everyone's muscles and bones were softened by the continuous drizzle, suddenly a sudden change protruded, and suddenly there were several bowstring crashing sounds across the street, and under the gaze of Da San, a black lightning bolt pierced the rain curtain, cut through the cheeks of the scarred head, and rushed straight towards the veteran ruffians.

The old soldier who had just kicked his head had not yet sat down, and now the room was his target, and the black lightning pierced through a pile of rotten paper, burrowing into the back of his heart and then out of his chest, and finally nailed to the wooden post.

"Enemy attack... Fuck the Black Iron Soldiers..."

"... Touching people's heads has sent out black iron soldiers, is Zhongli going crazy?"

The veterans scrambled to pick up their weapons, formed a simple triangular formation facing the door of the store, and cursed in their mouths.

"Don't stand up to the corpse, hurry up and form a team, one by one, they are the goods that have been knifed, be careful that the other side cuts off your heads to invite credit..."

After beating and scolding, seven or eight coolies and two tax collectors finally stood beside the veteran, ready to meet the enemy attack behind the rain of arrows.

The veterans are not stupid, in the rainy season in Wengang, the air is unusually humid, and the ordinary bows and crossbows have long been glued, and even the animal tendons have been soaked soft. In this kind of ghost weather, if there can be a crossbow attack, then there is only one possibility, the Black Iron Army crossbow.

No one knows how General Zhongli got this batch of strange crossbows, the entire crossbow is made of black iron, and even the bowstrings are drawn from black iron and then twisted together. This weapon is extremely powerful, and it can be used all year round, regardless of the weather.

As soon as this black lightning appeared today, everyone knew that it was not good. The Black Iron Soldier himself came to touch people's heads, and it's hard to say whether we can survive or not.

There weren't many crossbow arrows shot from across the street, just a dozen, but it was these dozen or so crossbow arrows that kept the morale of these people to a minimum.

Just as everyone was holding their breath and waiting anxiously, suddenly a big black foot with a loud noise kicked the name of the store at once, and with the rain, a tall black figure swooped into the crowd.

The long black knife swung rapidly through the air, cutting through the rain curtain and splashing countless droplets. The long knife swept across, and in just one look, the two big heads were cut off, as easy as cutting tofu.

There was only one Black Iron soldier rushing in, but this one soldier had already suppressed the room full of enemies. When the two heads hit the ground, the black iron combat boots on the left foot of the big man swept lightly on the ground, and the three people who rushed up had already been swept down, and one of them seemed to have his leg bone broken and rolled on the ground in pain.

Dasan's brain was about to shut down, he hadn't seen the enemy touch people's heads, on the contrary, in the three months when the war situation entered a tug-of-war, there were countless battles of touching people's heads every day.

Dasan's knife is not unblooded, and he has killed several lone people behind the large army, most of which are of course half-dead.

Da San thought that his courage had been practiced a lot, even if he couldn't compare to the veterans of a hundred battles, at least he was stronger than the people. But today, Dasan is really peeing his pants, he is scared.

"What kind of monster is this, the knife can't even leave a white mark on him... Why is the black knife in his hand so fast, even the hard skull is cut like tofu..."

"Could this be General Zhongli's subordinates, the elite of the elite, the king of soldiers? Could this be the Black Iron Soldiers? Is the armor on their bodies really made by the Awakened Alien Beast?"

Dasan is a smart person, his brain turns much faster than ordinary people, especially at the moment of life and death, even if he pees his pants, his brain has not been messed up.

When the Black Iron Soldier shattered the skull of the last soldier with a single punch, the wise Tatsuzo made the wisest move. He fell to his knees and shouted loudly.

"Heroes spare their lives... Don't kill me, hero, I'm the tax officer of Wengang, I have a house, money, and a secret treasury of the government, I am willing to dedicate it all to the hero..."

Dasan's mouth is really slippery, he didn't have to breathe after saying this, but fortunately he was fast-tongued, and just when the long knife stopped an inch above his head, he finally finished speaking.

The black iron man finally stopped moving, only two eyes were exposed on his hideous visor, staring at Dasan and not knowing what he was thinking.