Take a closer look, and the Song soldiers fought together, a group of people called Huazi, all armed with dog beating sticks, with four, five or six sacks on their bodies, and the Song soldiers were armed with knives and guns, but they could not resist such a chaotic battle, and suffered heavy casualties, but they did not know how to flee, and fought to the death.

This is Qian Qingjian's immediate mood.

Whether it is the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty, the emperor and the officials have the ability to frame the loyal and good and oppress the people.

At this time, the Jin Kingdom is in decline, and it is just a shame not to be ashamed, but there are still people who give gifts and beg for mercy, can't you have the financial resources to recruit more soldiers to fight with foreign races?

The biggest disadvantage of the literati in power is that the literati lack blood, and the lack of bloodiness is just that, but they also despise the courage of the puppeteer.

It is true that it is the consistent thinking of these people in power to restrain the military generals of the current dynasty and to restrain and control the armed forces of the people. But the alien race doesn't care about you, the prancing horse raises the sword, and there is no negotiation to cut you.

With his disgust for these wagging tails and beggars, Qian Qingjian approached the battlefield, his martial arts at this time have advanced by leaps and bounds, he is not afraid of such unpopular beggars and soldiers, he hopes that someone will provoke him, so that he can naturally sacrifice this gossip Xuanhua axe.

Someone on both sides of the fight also saw Qian Qingjian's arrival, and a Song soldier immediately ran to him for help: "General, save us, these beggars want to rob the tribute ...... to your country" Before he finished speaking, he was caught up by a beggar from behind, hugged his head and hit him with a stick, and fell to the ground softly, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Qian Qingjian's nose was crooked, he really regarded Lao Tzu as a golden vulture, and when he was about to reveal his identity, the beggar rushed towards him again with the power of killing soldiers with a stick, and danced a stick with a dog-beating stick, and then swept a stick to his head and face.

Qian Qingjian didn't move the axe, and the one-palm force made a move to "sweep in all directions", and the stick touched the palm edge, and there was no impact sound, but there was a crisp breaking sound.

The beggar's face changed, and he shouted, "Brothers, this golden dog your hands, come here and say hello!"

More than a dozen beggars who were fighting more and less immediately came, Qian Qingjian smiled, and without distinguishing his identity, he took out a giant axe from behind him and carried it on his shoulder.

When the beggars saw that the axe was huge, they hesitated, and the beggar who had broken the stick shouted loudly, "I'm afraid of a fart! His axe is hollow, give it to me." ”

All the beggars shouted in unison, brandishing sticks and beating them down, Qian Qingjian laughed, picked up the giant axe with both hands, and slashed it twice from top to bottom and from left to right, those sticks were all broken, but the giant axe did not send back any impact touch, as if what had just been swept away was only the leaves withered in autumn.

At this time, how could the beggars not know the power of this giant axe, and no one dared to step forward anymore, Qian Qingjian said: "Grandma is a bear, if you don't dare to fight, you can get out of the way for Lao Tzu, is it fun to surround here?"

The beggar who came up at the beginning was a six-bag disciple, and at this time he sang a fat promise: "Hero, you are not a golden man, are you? ”

Qian Qingjian's eyes glared: "Get out! If you can't beat it, it's a fellow countryman, don't get close to Lao Tzu! If you can beat it, Lao Tzu will become a brain." ”

The six bags of disciples were scolded, and they couldn't find anything to say for a while.

Over there, Song Bing saw that a savior was coming, and they all protected a civil official and ran to Qian Qingjian to stand on the left and right, and the civil official arched his hand and said: "Zhuangshi, thank you for rescuing, this official is the special history of Shi Miyuan, the prime minister of the dynasty......

Qian Qingjian didn't wait for him to finish, but he roared angrily: "Get out!" made the official flutter and sat on the ground.

Qian Qingjian's big axe pointed at the tip of the official's nose: "Lao Tzu looks down on you gang of cowards the most, you can just waste it yourself after looting the people's fat and people's ointment, but you have to send it to the Jin people to spoil it, what kind of animals are you?"

A smell of urine had already spread in the air, and the official was frightened like chaff, and said in a trembling voice: "The lower official is also acting on orders......

If Lao Tzu didn't know that you were all acting on orders, would you think Lao Tzu's axe was a vegetarian?"

Qian Qingjian's attitude towards the officers and soldiers surprised everyone in the beggar gang very much, and the six bags of disciples immediately took a step forward and apologized: "This good man, I was really sorry just now, we were reckless." ”

Qian Qingjian didn't pay attention to him, his eyes scanned the surroundings, but he saw a group of beggars moving down two large wooden boxes from the carriage, well? How can this work, he stared at him with round eyes and shouted: "You stinky Huazi, put that box there for me! If anyone dares to touch it again, Lao Tzu will let his head fall to the ground!"

As soon as he said this, all the beggars were stunned, but they really didn't touch the box, but just gathered together, looking at Qian Qingjian with a hostile gaze.

The official and Song Bing were overjoyed, and they both thought: It turns out that this fierce man in the costume of a Jin soldier is still protecting the Jin country after all.

At this time, the beggar and the Song soldiers had completely stopped fighting, divided into two lineups, and confronted each other across the carriage, Qian Qingjian strode to the side of the car, and gently knocked the copper lock on the wooden box with the tip of the axe, and the copper lock fell together with the nose of the lock, and then picked it with the tip of the axe, and the lid of the wooden box had been opened.

There were some calligraphy and painting scrolls in the box, Qian Qingjian checked it casually, and found that under the calligraphy and painting were neatly arranged silver ingots.

He was about to open the second box, but he heard the official pleading: "Strong man, this box can't be opened, otherwise the lower official will not be able to deal with the golden people, and it will be a dead end." ”

But the beggar gang of six bags of disciples said, "It's good! Strong man, you can take the two pieces of silver here, and we will share the rest." ”

Qian Qingjian glanced sideways at the beggar disciple, and said angrily: "Do I still need you to arrange what I do? Is this box yours?"

Although these six bags of disciples no longer dared to make a move with Qian Qingjian, they were quite bold and said, "Although this is not mine, it belongs to the common people." ”

Qian Qingjian said coldly: "Can you represent the common people? Can you beggars represent the common people?"

The six bags of disciples stammered again, and watched Qian Qingjian open another box, which contained all kinds of precious jewelry, pearl agate, and some high-end clothing.

Well, this is good! Qian Qingjian grabbed the pearl agate and jewelry and put them in his arms, and everyone around him was red-eyed. The six bags of disciples finally couldn't help but say again: "This good man, I advise you to stop in moderation, our four elders of the Beggar Gang and the leader of the Hong Gang are not easy to mess with, and we have a hundred thousand gang ......."

"Shut your stinky mouth! If you have the ability, you can fight now, and if you are not convinced, you can go back to Hong Qigong and Lu Youjiao, by the way, there is another one called Mo Youjiao, let him lead the death! Don't make noise here, Lao Tzu is annoying. Qian Qingjian didn't look back, and picked out good things and stuffed them into his arms.

The six bags of disciples were so angry that their foreheads were blue, but they didn't dare to step forward and make a move, and they were secretly surprised in their hearts at how well this guy knew about the beggar gang.

It wasn't until the pocket in his arms was full that Qian Qingjian looked at everyone and said: "These two boxes, you all divide them equally, the soldier takes it first, and when he finishes it, he will go home now, and the calligraphy and painting are left for this official to go home for self-cultivation." The rest will be sent away and called Hanako. Grandma is a bear, and it's so horizontal to call Hanako, it's really unreasonable. ”

Under the auspices of Qian Qingjian, the officers and soldiers took the silver and left one after another, this soldier can no longer be a soldier, even if he does not take the silver, he will not be able to live when he goes back, so he might as well quietly go home and migrate to another country.

The six bags of disciples were indignant and sacrificed their lives to ask, "Can the good man leave the tuba, and he can go back and explain to the helper." ”

Qian Qingjian said that Lao Tzu is much worse than Hong Qigong now, but he can't report his real name and surname, and he said arrogantly at the moment: "Lao Tzu will not change his name, and he will not change his surname, Hua Wu is also!"

Hua Wu Chicken? Why is it called Hua Ji, the six bags of disciples knew that this was most likely a fake name, but they didn't dare to ask again.