It was late at night.

Zhang Chu was just about to rest when there was a sudden commotion outside the inn.

He got up and pushed open the wooden window, and saw a fire outside the inn.

"Gone out of the water?"

He said something in his heart, turned around and grabbed the shocking cloud on the coffee table, and strode out the door.

"Squeak. ”

He opened the door, and saw the mule standing outside the door, raising his hand as if he were about to knock.

The mule smiled, "It's so late, you haven't rested yet!"

As soon as Zhang Chu saw his smile, he knew that nothing was wrong, so he nodded his head, "Is the inn out of water?"

"It's not. ”

The mule shook his head and said calmly, "It's the bandits who have come to rob the merchants." ”

It's a trifle, indeed.

Zhang Chu let out an "oh", turned around and returned to the room, and casually put Jingyun back on the coffee table: "Where are the bandits?"

The mule followed him in, "The leader of the Ten Kui Villages, the leader is Wei Fu, the ninth master of the Ten Kui Villages, who is nicknamed 'Over the Mountain Wind', and is a good hand at destroying the house." ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhang turned over a tea bowl and poured a cup of hot tea for the mule, "Send a brother to say hello, my people from Taiping Town are resting here, and I don't want to smell blood." ”

Shikui Village is a group of bandits entrenched around Wuqu County, nearly 1,000 horse bandits, and the ten masters are all martial artists, and the name of the brand can be regarded as well-known in the entire Beiyu County.

However, today's Shikui Village has long been unworthy of its name.

Because their three masters died under Zhang Chu two months ago.

On the day of Yang Chang'an's rebellion, Zhang Chu slashed and killed one of the three eight-rank martial artists.

Of course, at that time, Shikui Zhai dared to get involved in this matter, and the fundamental reason was that Yang Changan concealed Zhang Chu's identity, and they only knew that Yang Changan wanted to kill an eight-rank martial artist......

Afterwards, Zhang Chu revealed his identity and sent someone to send the corpses of the three masters of Shikui Village back to Shikui Village, and demanded ten times the compensation.

Shikui Village, as well as the other two companies involved in this matter: Jindaomen and Jinfanwu, all of them didn't even dare to put a fart, and obediently returned the silver Liang that Yang Changan gave them ten times back to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu has the capital and confidence to subdue Shikuizhai.

He also looked down on these thieves who would only do business without capital.

But he didn't look down on these thieves and go out to give a head to the merchants in the inn.

There is no need for no relatives and no reason.

It's also not in order.

The mule took the teacup handed over by Zhang Chu, took a sip, and said, "I'll do it......"

With that, he turned around and walked out quickly.

After a while, the inn was filled with the sound of chaotic and heavy footsteps, as well as frightened shouts.

Zhang Chu sat at the coffee table, calmly lifted the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea, as if the scolding and begging for mercy floating in from the window were just the breeze passing in his ears.

A group of thieves made a fuss in this wild shop for half a night before they roared away satisfied, leaving a group of ransacked merchants sighing and crying in the inn.

It wasn't until just before dawn that they seemed to accept their fate, and gradually died down.

Zhang Chu was so annoyed by them that he couldn't close his eyes all night.

But even so, he still didn't go out and say a word......

Although he knows that he can change many things with one word.

Dawn.

The mules settled the shop money, and the group walked out of the inn in an orderly manner under the gaze of the merchants with disheveled hair and red eyes.

The gaze that fell on Zhang Chu was the most.

Because all of them were gathered around him.

In these eyes, Zhang Chu felt complex emotions such as envy, jealousy, resentment, and resentment.

As if he had not heard of it, he walked out of the inn with a blank face, took the reins of the green horse from the hand of one of the brothers, and turned on the horse.

"Let's go!"

He shouted, and dozens of horsemen followed him on the road, and the sound of horses' hooves carried a puff of smoke and dust, and quickly moved away.

The merchants in the inn looked at their distant backs, and the sighs and sighs that had not stopped for a long time and the sound of crying and grabbing the ground appeared again.

......

The war horses that Zhang Chu and the others rode were all "cloud-stepping horses" from the Tianji grassland, which were already known for their endurance, and they were not idle when they ran for 200 catties and 100 miles.

After resting all night, it was even more explosive, carrying a group of people who were like arrows to their hearts, all the way to the southeast.

Over mountain after mountain, step over river after river.

Kotou Mountain is in sight.

But a heart-rending cry disturbed everyone's good mood to go home.

But it was a group of horse bandits, laughing and riding on the horse road to rush into the homeless, those cheerful faces, and hearty laughter, made Zhang Chu can't help but think of a sport called football.

But they don't play football.

It's a living human life.

The onlookers around are not cute fans.

It's a bloody corpse.

Zhang Chu and there were not many of them, but the momentum of dozens of cloud-stepping horses galloping together was not small, and these horse bandits heard the sound of horses' hooves from a mile away.

But the clouds were fast, and by the time they understood that something was not quite right, and they had given up the playthings they were chasing, Zhang Chu and the others had already rushed into their hundreds.

"Phew. ”

Zhang Chu reined in the green horse, looked at the corpse of the homeless man who had been trampled by the horse with an expressionless face, and his right hand fell on the hilt of the knife of Jingyun.

Why does this man have to die?

He's ready to put out the fire, why don't you let him go?

Isn't it good to be alive?

"Hahaha, listed as a hero in Taiping City?"

Among the horse bandits, a sturdy man with a scar on his cheekbones up to his lips, dressed in a nondescript brocade suit, came out of the crowd and greeted Zhang Chu and them with a big smile.

The laughter is very heroic, and it is very good for the demeanor of people in the rivers and lakes.

It's just a pair of slippery eyes, betraying his flustered heart.

When the mule saw this person, he urged the war horse under his crotch to go to Zhang Chu's side, and pointed at the scarred man with a gloomy face: "Master Chu, this person is 'Mountain Wind' Wei Fu." ”

Without too much narration, just a simple name, the cause and effect were placed in front of Zhang Chu.

"Oh. ”

Zhang Chu took a slight breath and said softly: "You go back first, call some people down, and we will go to Shikui Village later." ”

"Yes, Master Chu. ”

The mule slurped his teeth and smiled a little like Li Zheng: "Ten brothers, come with me!"

Ten horsemen stepped forward, clustered behind him, and rode forward, passing by a group of horse bandits.

The horse bandits wanted to stop them, but they didn't have the courage, so they could only watch the mules and others go away.

Behind the scenes, they have the courage to block Taiping City, disgusting and disgusting Taiping City, and they are still very big.

But to kill the people of Taiping City, they really don't have the guts.

Legend has it that the bald man in Taiping City dared to attack the peerless murderer of the Northern Barbarian military camp with three hundred people!

How ruthless the northern barbarians are, even the Zhenbei army can be killed!

That bald guy can even kill so many Northern Barbarians, isn't it even more fierce than the Northern Barbarians?

Wei Fu confirmed for the last time that there were no bald heads among the dozens of horses in front of him, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

He turned his head to look at the mule's back, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.

He was thinking about whether he would slaughter all the people here without doing anything!

When the matter is over, drag the body to the mountains and bury it, who can find out his head?

Then, before he could get out, he heard a "clang".

This kind of voice, he is all too familiar......

As soon as he turned his head suddenly, he saw a short-haired young man at the forefront of the dozens of horsemen in front of him, holding a bright knife at him.

"Hack them to death!"

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