"Let's go, let's go," Master Zhang turned his head and returned to the side room, and when he came out, he had an extra wooden box in his hand.

Looking at Old Man Zhang's struggling appearance, he knew that there was a lot of gold in it.

"I'll go and get my jewelry," seeing that Old Man Zhang was like this, those wives and concubines couldn't sit still, and they had saved a lot of private money over the years.

So saying, they were about to get up.

"If you want to die, go ahead, when the is it, and I'll take something from you," Master Zhang scolded.

A group of girls with long hair and short knowledge, the mob outside are all mad dogs, and now we have to hurry away.

The wives and concubines wanted to say something, but they saw Master Zhang with his son and the housekeeper turn around and walk out of the room, and the wooden box was carried by the second child with the best physical fitness.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard the shouts of killing in front of me, and the screams became loud.

"Die!"

Liu Zhenhua held the steel bar and smashed it against a house slave in front of him, and there was a cloth tied behind his steel bar, which was much more comfortable to hold, and it was more convenient for Liu Zhenhua to exert his strength.

His hand was in the tail of the rebar, sacrificing some of the length of the weapon but increasing the force of the swing.

The house slave in front of him hurriedly held a stick with both hands to block the stick, he panicked, and after coming out of the backyard, he saw a group of people in Wuyang.

Half of their fighting spirit was lost in an instant.

"Click!"

Reinforced sticks and wooden sticks, one is a fortified artifact and the other is a burning stick from the Novice Village.

With just a slight look, the stick broke.

The house slave didn't understand why a stick that looked thinner than the one in his hand could break his stick in an instant.

Before he could think about it, the stick smashed into his face with unabated momentum.

Although Liu Zhenhua's strength is not as good as Ren Manulife's, it is also much stronger than ordinary people, and this time it smashed on the bridge of the house slave's nose, and blood instantly rushed out.

The house slave fell to the ground as soon as his eyes went black.

Liu Zhenhua didn't make up the knife, looked up and looked around, more than a hundred soldiers against forty slaves, and the battle was almost devastating.

Ren Hongli alone is like a tiger entering a flock, he is holding a steel rod, one stick after another, and there are almost no people standing within a radius of three meters around him.

Those house slaves are just a bunch of flaunting soft-ducks on weekdays, and they don't even have proper training.

There was a sharp scimitar, but he didn't dare to get close to Ren Hongli to cut it, so he could only hold the knife in the innermost part and make a 'eh' sound, pacing back and forth.

"Bang."

Before he shook it twice, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and he lost consciousness instantly, Liu Zhenhua glanced at the scimitar on the ground, inferior things, thin and a layer of patches.

It is estimated that it is not as good as the pig killing knife, "This landlord really saves everything." ”

Liu Zhenhua turned his head, Yang Lichao was killing happily, although he was also wielding with a steel rod, but occasionally he would always make a few moves, and the steel stick would poke at someone else's eyes, the same as a spear, but whenever he stabbed the eye, there was a pit inside, even if he didn't stab it, he would lose most of his ability to resist if he was pushed to the eye socket of his face by the steel stick.

"Heizi, follow me to the front," Liu Zhenhua shouted, and Heizi, who was beating a house slave with a group of villagers in front of him, suddenly turned his head, his eyes were a little bloodshot, and he immediately ran forward after reacting.

Liu Zhenhua called Yang Lichao and several heavenly soldiers to follow behind.

The battle situation in front has been decided, those house slaves have no strength to resist, and the more than forty house slaves are not as good as the original horse bandits.

The landlord of the Zhang family regretted it at this time, and knew that he would not sell the horse.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there were almost no horses available in the border army, and the price of horses was extremely expensive.

In addition to the severe drought, the cost of breeding horses has also increased.

Therefore, Master Zhang sold the two horses in his family to the officers and soldiers of Yanchuan County when the price of horses was the highest.

If you want to escape now, there is no carriage to sit on, no horses to ride.

Helplessly, the landlord of the Zhang family could only prepare to leave from the back door surrounded by some servants.

"Stop!"

There was a shouting from behind, causing several people to flee.

"Let's go! Come on. ”

Old Man Zhang's voice became a little sharp, he glanced back in a hurry, and seven or eight people chased after him with sticks.

He doesn't have the so-called rich man's momentum, the landlord's courage is related to the degree of slamming the door, and the more ruthless the slamming degree, the less daring he is.

Don't look at him scolding the emperor in the room that day, but he is almost always cautious when he sees a county order on weekdays.

"Don't run, come back and stop those people," Master Zhang turned his head and found that the house slaves surrounding him had run faster than him, and only two or three remained with him.

"You! Go, stop them. ”

Mr. Zhang grabbed the collar of a diminutive house slave.

"Huh? I? ”

The house slave pointed at himself blankly, he was not as tall as the sticks of the mobs.

Hold it with your head, do you rely on this knife in your hand to chop wood?

"You... Uh..."

Before Master Zhang could speak, he only felt a pain in his neck, he hurriedly let go of the house slave in front of him, covered his bleeding neck, and looked to the side.

The firewood knife in the hand of the other house slave was stained with blood, and it was obvious that he had given Master Zhang a knife just now.

"Shhhhh

Old Man Zhang's words turned into an inhalation sound, and the knife cut his trachea and artery, and he staggered to the ground.

The sudden change shocked the people around him.

"Sir!"

"Daddy!"

The wife and concubine and the three sons cried out with some sorrow.

The slave took the firewood knife and shouted, "I killed Master Zhang!" ”

"You killed my father?"

The second brother holding the box suddenly stared, and he was about to smash it when he lifted the box, but was stopped by the fat boss, "I can't help it, second brother, these are all gold, let's go, if you don't go again, there will be nothing to catch up." ”

The boss's face was full of panic, and his fat face was full of sweat.

The second child glanced at the red-eyed house slave who killed someone with a firewood knife, and looked at the people chasing after him.

"Harm, go," he gritted his teeth, the revenge of killing his father was nothing compared to his life.

The three sons hurriedly opened the back door and ran outside, and the wives and concubines were frightened and staggered to follow, but the speed was really slow.

Huangpu saw that the old man was dead, and he was a powerful man on weekdays, and those mobs probably couldn't spare themselves, so they were running behind now.

The house slave with the firewood knife cut the neck of Master Zhang with the firewood knife in his hand, and wanted to take off his head.

He couldn't run away, so he decided to kill Master Zhang as a vote in a hurry, not only to survive, but also to exchange for some status and wealth.

Zhang Heizi's nose was crooked when he saw this scene, and Master Zhang died like this, not in his hands.

Now that the first and the first level are gone, he saw those who came out of the back door, and they were also considered to be Master Zhang's people, and they should be regarded as credit.

Zhang Heizi suddenly screamed and rushed forward.