(Thanks to the book friend "Zhuhai Aaron" and "alvin4933" for their generous tips!)

As for it?

There is a big question in his mind, in Tan Gao's opinion, in Yangzhou County, Yuan Wenchang covers the sky with one hand, and if he wants to get rid of Chen Sanlang, there are at least several methods: killing, assassination, poisoning......

casually showed a move, it was enough for Chen Sanlang to walk away without eating.

So, why did they go around in a huge circle and sacrifice so many officers and soldiers to accomplish this? Isn't this taking off your pants and farting?

Tan Gao really couldn't figure it out.

Chen Sanlang seemed to see the doubts in his heart, and said indifferently: "If I die on the road, die in bed, or die in the county office." What do you think the emperor will think?"

Tan Gao was stunned, as a military general, his political consciousness was really not very good.

Chen Sanlang said again: "But if I was killed by bandits in the process of suppressing bandits, it would be reasonable." ”

He still has one more sentence that he has not yet spoken: many times, the truth of death is not really important, what matters is the form of death.

As long as the form can be explained, then Yangzhou will be able to shirk the suspicion, and the imperial court will also feel that it has gained face and will not chase and fight.

In the final analysis, Chen Sanlang is also a new champion, and the Qipin County Order. is not the minister of the humerus of the country, and the weight is not enough to make the court angry.

The former ~ one ~ this ~ read ~ novel ybdu face Chen Sanlang threw out "The Story of Yueyang Tower", which had a great impact on the Shilin literary circle, but this has always belonged to the category of "words" of literati. The actual influence is not as wide and far-reaching as it seems, and this truth is like a martyr going to the execution ground and reciting an impassioned poem of decapitation. Even though poetry can be passed down through the ages. But it can't change the outcome of their deaths.

Tan Gao was still confused, unable to see through the curves. But it's good to understand. Confusion or not, it doesn't matter.

Important: Dozens of thieves were silent, and they were already approaching.

The masked bandit leader suddenly shouted: "What we want to kill is only Chen Daoyuan, and those who don't want to die quickly retreat." ”

Hearing this, some officers and men glanced at each other, seemed to see the hope of escape, shouted, and immediately broke away from the formation and fled outside.

"Come back, fool!"

Tan Gao stomped his foot hard.

But where can those officers and soldiers listen at the moment? Just run.

Whew!

The screams came and went, and then fell silent.

"More than a dozen dead!"

A painful look appeared on Tan Gao's face: The other party is really cunning, if he tries to incite his own internal strife, the officers and soldiers will not act rashly, but in other words, saying that they will be let live, some people can't help it, and they will be sent to death one after another.

"Fool, it's been so far. How could the other party still be alive?"

Tan Gao clenched his weapon and shouted: "Brothers, you have also seen that fleeing is sending you to death." Only by fighting hard can we survive. Bolts!"

The officers and men reacted and acted according to the order. Take the bolt in your hand: Woohoo!

The arrows are desperately stimulated, and you don't need to aim too much. Anyway, just shoot at the crowd of thieves.

It was the fear of the crossbow arrows that the thieves did not get too close. So as not to cause unnecessary casualties - those 300 officers and soldiers are just ordinary soldiers, and the sacrifice is acceptable. However, the people who came to participate in this plan were all elite dead soldiers, and it was difficult to train them if they had money, and it was a big loss to die one.

Now in the hands of the officers and soldiers, there are only more than 20 crossbow arrows left, it is difficult to kill and injure on a large scale, the distance is too far, the power is reduced, and when they are shot in front of them, they are shot down by the opponent with weapons.

It's just that in this way, it can also produce a certain deterrent, so that the thieves dare not kill them easily.

The thief leader didn't care, in his opinion, Tan Gao and others were just stubborn resistance, it was the battle of trapped beasts, and sooner or later they couldn't hold on. However, the mountain was set on fire before, and the movement was very loud, so in order to prevent a long night and many dreams, it is better to solve it as soon as possible.

A company raised its hands and made several command movements.

The thieves who were surrounding the left and right sides of the stockade had an order and began to break in.

This Black Wind Village was originally poorly constructed, lacking fortifications, and when the enemy attacked from all directions, there was no line of defense to speak of. As for hiding in the house, isn't that tantamount to giving people the opportunity to catch turtles in their urns?

Soon, the hand-to-hand combat was carried out, and everywhere fell into a scuffle.

Tan Gao was against the two thieves, knowing that it was difficult to survive today, and aroused blood: "Lord Chen, Yuan Wenchang slaughtered the imperial court officials by unscrupulous means and committed a heinous crime. You must escape and make this crime public......"

At this moment, he finally understood that this opportunity to suppress bandits was not won by himself, but deliberately by the prefect. Because he and many officers and soldiers under his command still have the court in their hearts. In Yangzhou, this is the alien. Today's situation, on the one hand, can kill Chen Sanlang, and on the other hand, eliminate dissidents, killing two birds with one stone.

The situation was precarious, Xu Junjiao said: "Crab He, go with the son on your back." ”

"Good!"

Crab and no matter what thirty-seven twenty-one, he picked up Chen Sanlang and ran. Xu Jun grabbed a spear and followed, protecting the left and right. The surviving officials are also desperately trying to keep up, and they all know that if they are left alone, they will definitely die. Only by following the adults can there be vitality.

"Did you run?"

The thief strode forward, and a spear in his hand was like a poisonous python spitting out letters, fierce and fierce, but all the officers and soldiers who stood in front of him were killed by one shot.

This kind of martial arts is different from Jianghu Kung Fu, but it is more concise, without the slightest fancy component, and the moves are extremely practical, which is most suitable for display in the army.

Seeing this, Tan Gao rushed to the future to drag him down.

The thief leader didn't look at it, the red tassel shook off, the tip of the gun was picked, and it pierced out from an unexpected angle, piercing Tan Gao's chest at once.

Tan Gao had already been injured in many places in the vicious fight with the thieves, and his strength was weak. At this moment, he was killed by the other party, his body fell softly, and his eyes lost their brilliance.

The leader of the thieves was only Chen Sanlang, and he quickly chased after him.

broke through the siege in blood, and all the officials who followed were killed and wounded, Xu Junjiao gasped softly, and her clothes were stained with blood, but fortunately, they were all enemies.

The crab, as well as his arms and legs, were all strong and suffered several cruel moves, but his skin was rough and hard, and there was no major problem, and he still ran fast and ran wildly towards the bottom of the mountain.

As long as you run to the bottom of the mountain and turn on the path, the higher the success rate of getting rid of the enemy.

"Huh!"

Crab He, who was running happily, suddenly found a person in front of him, thinking that it was a thief who was ambushing here, and was secretly surprised. When I looked closer, it was even more strange.

But he was an old monk, dressed in an ordinary gray monk's robe, described as withered and thin, as if he had not eaten a grain of rice for many days, and he was sick and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. He hung a circle of pale yellow Buddhist beads in his right hand, a total of one hundred and eight grains, and in his left hand he held a copper bowl.

The old monk stood still, looked at it with a smile, and suddenly said: "Zhuang Yuanlang is desperate today, my Buddha is merciful, and I specially opened a convenient door, please take refuge!" (to be continued......)