Zhao Wujiang stepped into the city in a few steps.

When the people queuing up to receive the porridge and the officials who gave the porridge saw the comers, the former had numb expressions and ignored them, while the latter quietly frowned.

"Who are you? If you want to get porridge, go to the queue! ”

The little porridge servant's face was fierce, he scooped up a scoop of white porridge that was as clear as running water, and slammed it into the broken bowl of the disaster victims in front of him, and then looked at Zhao Wujiang and asked fiercely.

"Didn't the relief food arrive? Why is this porridge so clear? How many millet are there? Zhao Wujiang had a cold face, the grain and grass had been distributed for a few days, it shouldn't be so pure porridge!

The soup kitchen official glanced at Zhao Wujiang obliquely.

At this moment, Zhao Wujiang was not wearing his official uniform, but was wearing ordinary clothes, and he was in a hurry to travel in the coming day, and the whole person looked dusty.

"Are you here to find fault?" The little official suddenly raised his voice, threw the iron spoon into the porridge bowl, and looked angry.

His voice was very loud, and the nearby officials all gathered around, fierce and vicious.

There was a simple leather tent behind the porridge official, and out of the leather tent came a man in brocade clothes, with a knife at his waist, holding his hands on his chest and looking at Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu coldly.

Looking at the unkind-faced crowds who gradually gathered around, Wen Yu said coldly:

"Blind your dogs! Don't look at who my family is? ”

The little officials who came up around him stagnated.

The brocade-clothed man with the knife snorted coldly and waved his hand to take down Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu.

"My family is Lord Zhao Wujiang who came to provide disaster relief, who dare to do so?" Wen Yu roared angrily.

The officials were all in a panic, and the victims of Tangchang City did not know Zhao Wujiang, but they had heard that they had gone to Hebei Province a few days ago to give orders for disaster relief, and he also brought grain and grass.

The brocade-clothed man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said lightly: "This person is so bold that he dares to pretend to be Lord Zhao and kill me!" ”

More and more soldiers with knives surrounded them.

Wen Yu quietly retreated, stood in front of Zhao Wujiang, looked around, and asked softly, "My lord?" ”

"Kill!" Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth lightly, full of murderous intent.

If these people dare to act like this, someone must have instructed them, Zhao Wujiang looked at the height, where was the top of the City Lord's Mansion, and at this moment there were two people standing there, looking down with a smile.

He and Wen Yu both stepped out in one step, the two of them were staggered, Zhao Wujiang rushed to the brocade-clothed man next to the leather tent, Wen Yu turned his big hand, like a moon, and then the invisible qi in his hand flowed.

The brocade-clothed man drew his knife to slash, but Zhao Wujiang just approached him in the blink of an eye and held his hand to draw the knife.

His heart was shocked, how could it be so fast?

"I'll give you another chance, who made you so soup and behave like this?" Zhao Wujiang roared angrily, and he exerted force in his hands.

The knuckles of the brocade-clothed man who were held down by Zhao Wujiang twisted, and the pain crawled all over his body along the palms of his hands, he couldn't exert his strength, and he was already completely blocked by Zhao Wujiang.

He roared with a hideous face: "Still not help me? ”

As soon as the words fell, another person flashed out of the leather tent, a strong man in a short shirt.

The strong man came out of the mountain like a tiger, his muscles were knotted, and he punched Zhao Wujiang in the face, he was a five-rank martial artist.

Zhao Wujiang squeezed his fist with his backhand and pulled it down violently, and the strong man slammed into the ground with great difficulty, raising dust and sand.

"Folks, the righteous porridge is saved by us by shrinking clothes and dieting for everyone.

These two men are here to sabotage the soup kitchen, take them down together, or we will all starve to death!" The man in brocade hurriedly shouted, ready to use the power of the victims.

Wen Yu struck the moon hand, repelled all the small soldiers and horses that surrounded him, and then fell to the ground.

He saw that because the man in brocade shouted loudly, the victims who listened to the letter surrounded him, and he didn't know how to start, these were all disaster victims.

"Lord Zhao!"

Wen Yu looked at Zhao Wujiang and asked for his opinion.

Zhao Wujiang stepped on the strong man who fell to the ground, and the strong man snorted and passed out.

With one palm, he unloaded the strength of the brocade-clothed man's muscles and bones, then drew his saber and split open the leather tent.

The tent was split, and inside was a small table with an iron basin of coals, on which were warm wine and braised pork and fennel beans.

"That's what you call a shrinking diet!" Zhao Wujiang put the knife against the throat of the brocade-clothed man.

The victims who gathered not far away stopped when they saw the contents of the tents.

The long knife in Zhao Wujiang's hand was forceful, and the tip of the knife stabbed into the throat of the man in brocade, leaving red blood in an instant.

"Zhao Wujiang! If you dare to kill me, you won't be able to get out of Tangchang City! The man in brocade shouted in horror, and he never gave in the whole time.

From childhood to adulthood, he wanted what he wanted, and he would not give in to others at all.

"Lord Zhao, be merciful, be merciful!"

The sound came from far and near, and it came quickly.

A man in an official uniform hurried over, and Zhao Wujiang recognized from his figure that this was one of the two people standing on the top of the City Lord's Mansion.

"This official Zhao Yan, this is the dog Zhao Xingtang, Lord Zhao, they are all their own people, and their subordinates are merciful."

Zhao Yan, the city lord of Tangchang City, smiled, and his eyes were indeed worried at Zhao Xingtang who was lying on the ground.

"Where's the grain and grass?" Zhao Wujiang's voice was cold.

"In this official mansion, no, it is being counted and prepared for distribution." Zhao Yan rubbed his hands and said, "It is the official who discourages the dog and his subordinates and should be punished, but please Lord Zhao for the sake of the disaster victims who still need help, let the dog go first." ”

Zhao Wujiang took the tip of the knife deeper and deeper, and the blood stains in the throat of Zhao Xingtang, the man in brocade clothes under him, flowed more and more, gradually turning into a stream.

"Lord Zhao!" Zhao Yan hurriedly shouted: "Why don't you go to the City Lord's Mansion and tell me in detail, Lord Zhao, this official will definitely give you an explanation!" Satisfied! ”

Zhao Wujiang sneered: "Give me an explanation? Keeping me satisfied? Huh..."

He slowly lifted his long knife.

Just when the city lord Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Wujiang sneered:

"You have withheld relief grain and grass, embezzled relief food, and caused many victims to starve to death!

What's the use of you giving me an account? I want you to give them an explanation! ”

He slammed the long knife in his hand, and the long knife pierced the chest of Zhao Xingtang, the man in brocade clothes under him, with a pop.

Zhao Xingtang's body trembled, and he couldn't stop struggling, and the severe pain made him hold the long knife with both hands and wanted to pull it out.

"Zhao Wujiang, this official Zhao Yan swears to the sky today, you can't get out of this Tangchang City!" City Lord Zhao Yan roared bitterly, his eyes were full of tears, he watched his beloved son being stabbed in the chest by Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Xingtang, who was under Zhao Wujiang's substitute, pulled out a long knife, Zhao Xingtang's eyes were dilated, and finally stared at the gray sky in a daze, out of breath.

Zhao Wujiang held the knife in his backhand and wiped the blood stains on the knife with his sleeve robe, "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang."

You also deserve the surname Zhao? You are also worthy of being my Zhao Wujiang's family? ”

He stood with his sword in hand, and his killing intent broke through the sky.

Not far away, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and five figures swept by.

The two were sturdy, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with high noses and deep eyes, and scorched skin.

The three were dressed in purple and blue robes and wore masks on their faces.

The pink color of the mask is none other than Wu Wei Wu Sisan.

One of them, a martial guard, embroidered with gold patterns, a first-class martial guard, a half-step grandmaster.

The five of them stood behind the city lord Zhao Yan.

"Zhao Wujiang, today is not only you, but the official wants to let the victims of the whole city be buried with you!"