In a courtyard next to the north gate of Zhumabao.

Two groups of people were facing each other around three carriages.

"Qi Ren boy, why are your brains so stiff? Didn't you hear your brother say that we are all old friends? Just give us the goods, why do you have to call the stone ginseng general? The leader of the wave of Mugultures, who was standing near the main hall, was now big, and his face was full of pain and pointed to a young man who had drawn his knife and stood in front of the carriage.

That's not how it shouldn't be!

Originally, I came to trade today, so I brought money to this small courtyard that I had been here many times and waited.

As usual, near noon, the familiar figure entered the courtyard through the back door with three carriages

After talking cordially with the familiar leader Lao Li for a while, I thought that the things had been handed over, but when I was about to leave, there was an accident

The Luo family's team suddenly rushed out of a stunned young man who he hated the most, pulled out a knife and stopped his own people, saying nonsense such as "this is not in accordance with the rules" and "the middleman has not come yet", no matter how good he and Lao Li are to persuade each other, threats and coaxes, this unlucky thing just won't get out of the way!

If he met this kind of stunned green man on the grassland, he would have drawn his knife and hacked him to death, how could he persuade him?

But after all, this is in the city of Zhumabao, if there is a conflict with the Luo family caravan because of cutting him, there will be a disturbance.

Then it's hard to get out!

There is no way, I can only ask someone to call the middleman Shi Bingyuan.

The leading Mughal took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pointed at the old acquaintance who was shrinking in the crowd and did not speak: "Lao Li, you have something to say!" Didn't you say this was your cousin? Why don't you leave him alone? ”

"I" Lao Li couldn't speak, but his mouth opened and closed a few times, and then there was no follow-up.

It's impossible to say whether my life can be saved today, but I still have to say a word.

Alas. I told the head of the family a long time ago, don't do this kind of business that loses your head, don't do this kind of business that loses your head!

But what if the head of the family doesn't listen!

Is it really as if embroidered clothes are with?

No, just when he took people to the outskirts of Luoyang City to pick up the goods, more than 100 embroidered clothes suddenly came out of the woods, and they killed people when they saw them!

That is, he looks a lot richer and dresses better, so he is recognized by them as the leader, otherwise he will almost be stabbed a few times!

"Lao Li, speak!" The leader of the Mugultures suddenly tugged in his heart, and a feeling of impending catastrophe haunted his heart.

"Old, old Yi, I'm telling you the truth, this, this is actually not my cousin, yes, it's the little master of our family." Lao Li stumbled and said, his tone was extremely dry, how suspicious he looked

Suspicious?

Without a trace, he quickly swept a few guys wearing narrow sleeves around Lao Li, and found that they were breathing long, playing steadily, and even their hands were in a state where they could draw knives and fire at any time.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is so wrong!

An unexpected but reasonable situation occurred to Idel.

There was a sudden eerie silence in the courtyard

The market outside the courtyard became more and more noisy, but the atmosphere in the courtyard became more and more strange, even the most dull people could detect that the air was gradually consolidating, and the hands of everyone on both sides couldn't help but secretly and slowly stretched out towards the weapons on their waists.

Let's go!

The bundle of grass on the weapon on the middle carriage may have been turned over and did not cover securely, and suddenly rolled to the ground

"Do it!"

The short and swift sound of drawing the knife ended in only a moment, and the sound of dozens of long knives unsheathed was superimposed, and the sharp sound of breaking the air seemed to be a long knife cutting through the weird balance, and both the Muguls and the embroidered clothes all burst out with terrifying killing intent, shouting and running towards each other with knives!

"Kill it!"

"Stay alive!"

The high-pitched noise formed by the intersection of Mughal and Chinese is indiscernible, but the hearts of both sides are completely aware of their own goals and put them into action.

There were probably more than thirty but less than forty people in the courtyard.

The dominant one is naturally the embroidered clothes that have been prepared for a long time, plus Cui He and Lao Li, the shopkeeper of the Luo family, a total of twenty-five people.

And the Mughal side, including Idel, who took the lead, was only twelve.

In fact, this courtyard can not only accommodate so few people, but today there are enough carriages stuffed into the courtyard, and it is already the limit to be able to stand in so many people.

At the critical moment, no one cared whether the weapon was damaged or not, the sound of the Yanling knife and the Mengwu scimitar constantly colliding together was endless, coupled with the shouting and killing that had not stopped, how could it not be heard outside the courtyard?

The pedestrians in this section of the market near the small courtyard were instantly chaotic and fled in the opposite direction of the small courtyard like crazy, but there were still some brave people who loved to watch the excitement around the trees and climbed the wall around the small courtyard, intending to find out.

The gaze outside the courtyard wall did not distract the embroidered households who were always paying attention to the battle situation.

He stood beside Lao Li, who was pressed to his knees by his subordinates, with a long knife in his hand, frowning, as the battle progressed, the battle situation did not develop in the direction he expected.

"If you don't learn art, you don't know how to learn! It's been so long, and more than 20 people haven't won the battle yet, so they have to practice when they go back! The embroidered clothes didn't care if anyone could hear it, and shouted with some resentment.

Cui He didn't speak, but his hands holding a pair of short spears tightened.

Although the actual combat experience may not be as rich as this embroidered household, as one of the military attaches who was personally trained by the former East Palace general Wei Ci, his eyesight is far beyond that of the embroidered household.

"The Mugwu people are desperately breaking through, the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, and if they can't break out, they will die, and they will naturally fight fiercely. But the brethren were proud of their enemies, and they had no determination to fight to the death, so naturally they could not take them for a while. Cui He suddenly spoke up, and the words he said made the embroidered Baihu turn his head in some astonishment.

"General Choi"

"I'm going to kill a few people and get this done quickly, you're here, don't move."

Swish!

The small steel ball at the tail of the short spear hit his eyes violently, and when he turned around, he looked at the chin of Lao Li, who was holding back his thoughts, and the strong impact instantly stunned Lao Li, and he rolled his eyes and then fell unconscious, and fell to the ground with his head up

"This other party is fighting to the death, General"

"Haha, it's okay," Cui He smiled and raised a short spear to shake it, "Do you know who taught me this martial art?" ”

"Huh?" The embroidered hundred households were stopped by Cui He's question, "Is it the lower official who remembers that it is Wei Ci, the former general of the East Palace?" ”

"Yes, then do you know who Wei Ci has taught?" Cui He turned his head to look at Idel, who was leading the charge, and shook with his spears in both hands, and let out a sharp gunshot.

"Who?"

"General Jia Hui!"

。。。。。。

"Quick, the Qi dog over there can't hold it that day, fight there!"

Although he was in the front, Idel still tried his best to watch the battle situation, constantly adjusting the direction of his own battle.

For example, the opponent of Narisong, who is now his subordinate, is obviously a little physically exhausted.

In fact, they naturally don't have only such a few people, but his subordinates are either hiding somewhere outside the city, waiting for their convergence, or they are scattered all over the city to be responsible for purchasing various supplies.

"Ahhh If I had known, I would have let them stay at the door! Idel scolded angrily, and then found the flaw and slashed at the front door of Qi Ren in front of him, killing him instantly.

"A few of you are rushing with that day, a few of you are rushing with me, kill!"

On the other side, Narimatsu also successfully cut the opponent's neck, and in the gap between the opponent's new one, Narimatsu who heard the military order also hurriedly responded: "Yes!" You guys, poof! ”

With a sound of breaking through the air, it pierced the throat of Nari Song, who was in the middle of the air!

"Nari Song!" Idel was dumbfounded!

"Who is it?!"

"It's Lao Tzu and me!"

There was a sudden burst of shouts from the crowd opposite, and another sound of breaking the air sounded, and a feeling of being locked made Idel's hair rise, and he no longer cared about any decency, pulled out the scimitar that was still embedded in the door of the corpse in front of him, and grabbed the corpse that had not fallen to the ground in a single shot.

Poof!

A short spear pierced the corpse in front of him in an instant, and these Qi people seemed to be wearing inner armor, but fortunately they were wearing inner armor, and they stopped when they were blocked by it, otherwise the sharp tip of the spear was not the same as the tip of their own nose, but pierced directly into their own head from their nose!

"Ho" Idel's eyes widened in shock, and he was covered in cold sweat and trembled unconsciously

Almost died.

"Retreat, retreat to the back door!"

The thrust of the enemy in front of him nearly shattered Idel's courage to break through head-on, and the endless fear appeared and filled his mind

Even if there is a high probability that someone is ambushed outside the back door!

"They're going to run, signal the people at the back door to come in, and hit them!" Cui He, who had already marched to the first two rows, keenly discovered their intentions and used the back hand he had left before this operation

Tsk, in fact, they should have been let in a long time ago, but he and the embroidered clothes Baihu really didn't expect that twenty-two embroidered clothes would hit twelve, and they almost didn't fight.

A qualified general should have let someone from the back door come in and attack at the beginning when he found that his side was struggling to fight

Alas, it can be regarded as a loss of no experience in leading troops.

Hearing this, Xiuyi beside him hurriedly took out a signal flare from his arms, pulled out the plug and pointed it towards the sky, and then pulled out the fire fold and lit the fire rope.

It's just that he seems to have forgotten that he was standing by the horse's ear

The sharp roar of the Drill Monkey when it ascended to the sky literally exploded in the ears of the horse, and the horse did not look big. In fact, it is a very frightened animal!

Although this horse had received emergency training when he was a child, the sound of his ears popping was too excessive, and the cowardice buried deep in his veins was instantly stimulated, and the horse let out a sad roar, and slammed straight into the person in front of him who was holding the source of the loud noise

Sigh Rhythm !!

Boom!

The embroidered clothes holding the Drill Monkey signal flare turned from human to rags in an instant, and were directly pushed to the sky by the horse from the bottom up, and rolled in the air twice before falling to the ground.

The embroidered clothes wanted to roll and stand up at the moment they landed, but a pair of huge horses' hooves were getting bigger and closer in his eyes.

"Go!"

At the last moment, a hand with sackcloth gloves grabbed the collar of the floor-to-ceiling embroidered robe and pulled him back from the ghost gate.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to dodge, the horse is frightened!"

After picking up the embroidered clothes in his hand, no longer caring whether he stood firm or not, Cui He immediately yelled at the embroidered clothes around him with his throat!

Wow!

Where will a frightened colt hide? The wagon, which was laden with weapons and even a small cannon, began to rampage, unsurprisingly hitting two of his other colleagues

"Damn, the big black is coming, run!"

A few black horses who had given it a name after seeing that they were getting along day and night for more than a month rushed towards them, and they were suddenly dumbfounded, shouting and going up to the courtyard wall, but they knocked over a few people who were watching the excitement

"Master, master is coming into the house, and the white-ass horse is rushing over!"

Several Mughumi men dragged Idel into the house, and a brown-haired and white-butted horse neighed and dragged the heavy carriage "Duang" into the house, and the horse's head touched the wall and instantly lost its breath. But it smashed the south wall and almost collapsed the earthen house, so frightened that Idel's master and servant shrank in the inner room and screamed at the top of their voices

"Li Zhichao, your mother!"

The embroidered clothes of the hundred households carried the stunned Lao Li and ran towards the gate with his life, and the first frightened horse behind him stuck out his tongue and hung white foam, staring at the blood-red eyes and desperately chasing this person who exuded a familiar smell

It's this guy who likes to slap his ass!

Kill him, rush to !!

Li Zhichao is the embroidered flag that launched the Sky Monkey.

The three horses went crazy and rampaged through the courtyard, and everywhere they went, there was no difference between the embroiderers and the Muguls, and even the Muguls, who had grown up on horseback, were running as if they had lost their ability to train horses.

There is no way, in addition to the cannons, each carriage also carries two barrels of gunpowder, what if it is blown up into the sky?

"Don't you come here—" On the courtyard wall, the embroidered clothes who had no time to jump down and ran hugged the howls on the wall, wailing in despair.

The war horse named Da Hei knocked down the courtyard wall and directly knocked out the crack in the courtyard wall!

However, the weapon cannon that was pulling was not thrown out like the white-ass horse that knocked down the house just now, but flew out with inertia and hit the courtyard wall and was bounced back, and the tips of the swords and spears collided with each other and produced a few sparks

Boom!!

The embroidered clothes and the people who watched the excitement flew into the blue sky together

At this moment, even these howlers who climbed the trees and walls to watch the excitement finally knew the seriousness of the situation, and hurriedly jumped back to the ground, and ran in the opposite direction of the yard with their lives, only hating their father and mother for having two legs

Boom!!

The initiator horse was also dizzy by the embroidered clothes, and in a trance he also hit the main gate post of the courtyard, following in the footsteps of his brother Dahei.

The three horses were finally killed, and peace finally returned to the yard

The dust produced by the explosion also gradually fell back to the ground, leaving the people in the courtyard covered in ashes, and Cui He, who was also covered in ashes, finally got up, revealing his face that had covered his face with the hem of his clothes earlier and was not stained with ashes, and looked around in a trance

When he looked around at the direction of the main entrance, which had now become a big pit, the whole person froze in place.

Outside the hospital, a man in a brocade robe who was about the same age as Jiang Huan was looking at him in a daze, and the target of his group was slumping to the ground with his legs apart, looking at the different colors of his crotch and trouser legs, probably urine.

And less than half a foot from his roots, a door. The tattered twisted artillery was lying there, and even a small crater had been smashed

(End of chapter)