When your force is not as good as others, you must be calm.

In terms of skills, Gu Qing is completely useless. Apart from squatting for a few days, the only familiar thing is the street-like fighting style brought from the memories of his previous life, which is both ugly and unconventional.

The long-lost feeling of injury, I didn't notice the pain at first, but the injured area felt slightly numb. It was not until a few breaths that the pain in the wounded area under the rib gradually became stronger. Gu Qing bared his teeth and took a breath of cold air.

He had already prepared for death, but he was not prepared for the pain of the injury before death. He just cut his ribs and Gu Qing was in great pain.

In his imagination, even if he died in battle for Song Gensheng tonight, he would at least be wiped out by the enemy with a sword. He died so painfully and quickly, and would never be as hard as he was like a blunt knife at this moment.

In the middle of the yard, the two sides were still fighting fiercely. The dead men who had just injured him were probably quietly leaving the main battlefield to bypass him. After Gu Qing was injured, he aroused his ferocity. He gritted his teeth, held his long halberd and bowed his waist, like a hunter hunting in the forest, staring at a tiger with fierce eyes, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

The dead soldiers on the opposite side did not dare to be careless. The battle situation tonight was far beyond their expectations. Unexpectedly, the task of killing the county magistrate was so severe in the end. No matter what the final result was tonight, they could no longer escape the punishment of His Highness Ji Wang or even executed.

Therefore, at this moment, both sides had the will to die, and it was even more tragic when fighting with their lives.

Staring at the eyes of the dead soldier, Gu Qing quietly moved to the left, and the dead soldier's long halberd also moved with him. Gu Qing concentrated on his mind, and the long halberd suddenly pierced out suddenly. The dead soldier raised his halberd and opened the grid. Then the long halberd danced across a semicircle in his hand and slashed hard towards Gu Qing's neck.

Gu Qing blocked again, but the dead soldier's long halberd suddenly changed his move in the middle. The tip of the halberd suddenly stopped halfway, and then turned around and stabbed towards Gu Qing's chest.

Gu Qing had to retreat again, and in a hurry, he reached into his arms, grabbed a handful of lime powder that had been reserved, and threw it hard at the dead soldier's face. The dead soldier didn't expect that the enemy's way was so despicable. He caught off guard and most of the lime powder fell on his face, and his eyes were immediately fascinated.

The dead soldier was very anxious. He lost his vision and immediately waved his long halberd randomly, dancing the long halberd in front of him so that it was not airtight. Gu Qing originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to solve him, but he was unable to succeed for the moment.

He was hesitating whether to pick up the crossbow and attack him from a long distance, but suddenly he heard the dead soldier screaming and falling to the ground.

Zhang Huaiyu looked pale, pulled the sword back from the dead soldier, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "You are still as virtuous as you did when you fought with the rogue village gangsters in the outside village."

Gu Qing supported his body with a long spear and gasped. Although Zhang Huaiyu was hurt by his heart, he was too lazy to argue with her at this moment.

A screamed in the middle of the yard, and another hero fell under the swords of the dead soldiers.

Gu Qing gasped for a moment, gritted his teeth, raised his long halberd and waited to join the battle circle, but was stopped by Zhang Huaiyu.

"Gu Qing, we can all die, you can't die, leave it for useful body..." Zhang Huaiyu said quickly and whispered.

Gu Qing said coldly: "Is my life more precious? So I can't die?"

Zhang Huaiyu said sadly: "To me, yes! Your life is more precious than mine. The Zhang family already owe Ling's parents too much. Their only descendant, I can't let him die anymore."

Gu Qing sighed: "Zhang Huaiyu, brother, don't do this. Now you are trying your best. Don't be so tragic. It seems that if you don't let me die, I won't die. Do you see the situation clearly? Whether I die or not is the final decision, and what you say is not."

Zhang Huaiyu stared at the dead soldiers with murderous eyes and said evilly: "I will try my best to ensure that you escape!"

"Are you blind? We can't beat others, so what's the use of protecting me if we try our best? Stop talking nonsense, let's work together!" After Gu Qing threw down this sentence, he suddenly rushed out with a long halberd. Zhang Huaiyu had no time to stop him, so he had to follow him and rush forward.

Gu Qing is pessimistic about the ending.

The number of people and strength of the two sides was very different. Even though Gu Qing set up many mechanisms to plot against many enemies, he could only bring the gap between the two sides a little closer. However, the final result still depends on force.

The dead soldiers in the royal palace are too powerful, and Gu Qing and a group of gangsters in the world are really unable to compete.

The number of heroes is getting smaller and smaller, everyone is red in their eyes and everyone is seriously injured. From time to time, I hear someone screaming before death, and from time to time, I can see the heroes' final counterattack before death, even if they bite the enemy hard.

No one is qualified to define justice and evil. They only have a persistent belief. The world in the eyes of heroes is like Song Gensheng, either black or white.

Perhaps, people with simple beliefs will be so decisive when making life and death choices, and will never doubt it until death.

The heroes fell down one by one in front of Gu Qing. Gu Qing had no time to feel the sadness. In fact, he had lost his hope. His life might be like the heroes in the next moment.

As he rushed into the circle of fighting between the two sides, Gu Qing wielded his long halberd indiscriminately, and he used all his strength to wield every time. Of course, every time he waved, he also revealed countless flaws, and anyone could easily pierce his chest with one sword.

But Gu Qing was not injured.

Zhang Huaiyu was stuck to him like a shadow. Every time Gu Qing waved a long spear, Zhang Huaiyu's sword would just make up for the flaws he exposed. Gu Qing was responsible for attacking and Zhang Huaiyu was responsible for defending. With the two of them, they cooperated extremely tacitly in a short period of time. Even by accident Gu Qing killed two dead soldiers.

However, the situation was hopeless after all, and Gu Qing and Zhang Huaiyu were unable to turn the tide.

When there were less than ten people left in Gu Qing's side, everyone was almost unable to fight again. Everyone gathered back to back together, and the remaining thirty dead soldiers quickly surrounded them.

Outside the room on the east side of the yard, Song Gensheng was about to rush over like crazy, and Liu Hong led the teenagers to pull him tightly.

The leader's dead man was still very clear-headed and the battle was so tragic that he still knew what was important and what was secondary.

He raised his sword and pointed at Song Gensheng not far away. The dead soldier shouted: "Divid out ten people and take Song Gensheng's head!"

Seeing a group of dead soldiers rushing towards them, Liu Hong's heart beat loudly, but he held the spear tightly and said without fear: "Everyone, come in a formation! Feng Aweng teaches us the fish wing array, hurry up!"

Seven or eight young men quickly stepped on their positions, while holding their spears and staring at the dead soldiers running towards them. Song Gensheng was still protected by them.

The dead soldiers were getting closer and closer, and Liu Hong became more and more nervous. When the dead soldiers rushed to the front of the formation, Liu Hong held back his fear and shouted: "Thorn!"

Seven or eight young men were like newborn calfs, and they tried hard to stab the spear out.

The dead soldiers were prepared for a long time, and the first sting was all gone. Liu Hong shouted again: "Change the formation, sting!"

The fish wing formation changed several positions in an instant, and magically showed a half-encirclement. The spear was stabbed out, and the dead soldier was finally stabbed and fell to the ground with a scream.

After killing the first enemy in his life, the teenagers' faces went from nervousness to disgust and fear, and finally gradually became excited and their courage suddenly became stronger.

"Let the spear flat, push, and stab!" Liu Hong's voice trembled with excitement, and he became more and more like a young general.

Gu Qing, Zhang Huaiyu and others were surrounded in the middle. Seeing that Song Gensheng was temporarily safe, Li Shierniang couldn't help but scolded: "Keep out of the gap and meet Song Gensheng!"

Everyone was shocked and subconsciously raised their swords and rushed towards the dead soldiers.

In the center of the county yard, the two sides turned into four groups, fighting and fighting to earn their lives for each other.

Outside the county government, the gate was suddenly kicked open. Feng Aweng took the lead and limped in. He held countless torches behind him, instantly illuminating the yard as bright as day.

Both sides who were fighting were stunned. Gu Qing showed surprise on his face. Unexpectedly, he waited for reinforcements in his desperate situation, and there were a large number of people. Judging from the number of torches, Feng Aweng brought at least 200 people.

The torches reflected everyone's faces. Gu Qing found that Feng Aweng brought all the villagers from nearby villages. In addition to torches, they also had various farm tools such as hoes, iron rakes, and plows.

A villager stepped forward and spat, saying, "You dare to touch our County Magistrate Song, please ask the farmers in Qingcheng County if they agree!"

Feng Aweng said in a deep voice: "Enclose them all!"

The leader of the dead soldiers were shocked and had an absolute advantage. They were about to complete the task assigned to them by King Ji, and wiped out Gu Qing and others, and brought Song Gensheng's head back. Unexpectedly, when they were only one step away from victory, more than 20 farmers were killed. After a fierce battle, the dead soldiers had only about twenty people left, and most of them were exhausted, and they were at the end of their strength.

Martial arts are not that magical. At best, those who practice martial arts have more strength than ordinary people. They know some effective killing moves and have faster reaction ability than ordinary people.

However, when a martial arts practitioner fights ten ordinary people at the same time, there is basically no victory. Ten people flock to it. No matter how high the martial arts are, it will eventually be buried under the chaos of fists. This is without any suspense.

Momentum is an invisible thing, which is clearly invisible and intangible, but it can be clearly sensed by people.

Including Gu Qing, after the villagers surrounded the dead soldiers, people clearly realized that the momentum of the dead soldiers had been pouring out thousands of miles. The depressedness brought a deep smell of despair. The strength was exhausted and the morale dropped to freezing point.

Feng Aweng pointed at the dead soldiers like a general who gave orders and shouted: "A group of lawless thieves! Beat them to death!"

The villagers swung the farm tools in their hands and smashed them hard at the dead soldiers. The dead soldiers raised their weapons to resist, but the attack came from all directions and could not stop the weapons in their hands. In an instant, more than a dozen dead soldiers fell down, and the dead soldiers who were still alive were also attacked from both sides and struggled to support them.

The leader of the dead soldier shouted: "Slowly! A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated. It is a great shame to die at the hands of a rural villager!"

After saying that, the Deadman looked at Gu Qing resentfully, and suddenly raised his knife to wipe his neck. Blood splattered out of the wound on his neck. The Deadman shook his body a few times and fell to the ground and was so angry.

The other few dead men showed despair in their eyes. They hesitated for a while, and they followed suit and smeared their necks.

There was a pool of blood in the yard, and there were corpses on the ground. There were enemies, as well as heroes from the martial arts world and guards.

A life-and-death battle ended, and the ending was unexpected to everyone.

It seems that there is really something called "God will". It is like a ruler, silently measuring the good and evil of the world, and good and evil will be rewarded.

Gu Qing, Zhang Huaiyu and others stared at the corpses all over the ground in a daze, with a blank expression and a blank look. After a long time, Gu Qing's legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Zhang Huaiyu held his arm and smiled at him. Then the laughter gradually grew louder. Finally, the laughter suddenly paused. Zhang Huaiyu buried her head on Gu Qing's arm and started crying.

Li Shierniang looked like the living heroes, crying and laughing like crazy. It took a long time to vent her emotions and everyone gradually calmed down.

Song Gensheng staggered to Gu Qing and others, bowed to Li Shier Niang and the heroes, and cried and said, "I will thank you for your great kindness. Song will give you all the rest of your life. All the casualties are caused by me. Those chivalrous men who have passed away, Song is ashamed of them..."

Li Shierniang wiped her tears, first looked at the villagers around her, then at Song Gensheng, and sighed quietly: "Don't thank us, the person who really saved your life is yourself."

"When you become a county magistrate, you must have done many good policies to benefit your neighbors, so that the people in your rule will support you, so they will come to help you when you are in danger, and you will be able to drink with your cause and effect. Those who have attained the Tao will have their own help."

Song Gensheng sighed: "If I were a good official, there would not be so many people who became refugees and fled to foreign lands under my rule."

As he said that, Song Gensheng bowed to the villagers and said, "Song Gensheng thanked all the villagers for saving me from danger."

The villagers avoided his salutes one after another, and one of the villagers plucked up their courage and shouted: "Song County Zun, are you a good official? What others say is not the limit, but the farmers under your rule will only say is not the limit!"

"That's right, I'll run for more than ten miles in midnight. After rushing to the county government, I still have to risk being killed. If you are not a good official, how can we do this?"

"The county magistrate has been in office for less than half a year, and has performed benevolent government and good deeds. The people of Qingcheng County have the honor of being in their lives. They have waited for a good official like the county magistrate of Song."

Song Gensheng listened to the praises of the people, tears flowed down his face and cried indifferently.

Gu Qing sat down on the ground, still unable to raise any strength, and said weakly: "The roots are born, right and wrong, merits and demerits are not counted, and it has been passed down through the ages. The people who truly record history are the villagers, and they are the most fair witnesses."

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After the fierce battle, the cleaning of the battlefield was handed over to Feng Aweng.

Gu Qing held up the last bit of strength in his body, staggered to the corpses in the middle of the yard, squatted down and stared at the dead Chen Fufeng Luo Fei and the guards of the Zhang and Li families. Gu Qing looked mournful and stared at him for a long time.

"What is more uncomfortable than owing favor debts is owing life debts..." Gu Qing shook his head in grief and sighed: "Uncle Chen, Brother Luo, and all brothers, I will teach me how to repay your debts in my lifetime..."

Gu Qing also shed tears when he lowered his head and knelt in front of everyone's corpses.

The heart was so painful, even more painful than the injuries. It was obviously a chance encounter, but at this moment, Gu Qing seemed to have lost many relatives from his closest relatives. The scenes of their thirsty death still appeared in his mind, and together with their voice, appearance and smile, they were imprinted into the depths of his heart.

"Feng Aweng..." Gu Qing said in a hoarse voice.

Feng Aweng walked quickly to him.

"Please ask Feng Aweng to summon the villagers and carry the bodies of these heroes and guards back to Shiqiao Village, and ask the gentleman to find a Feng Shui treasure land and bury them with great burial."

Feng Aweng responded, looked at Gu Qing's pale face and said caringly: "You go and rest first. Leave everything here to the old man, don't worry if I do my business."

Gu Qing nodded, looked at Chen Fufeng and the others nostalgic, then stood up, his body staggered unconsciously, and he really had no strength and suffered heavy injuries under his ribs. Gu Qing was carried back to the backyard of the county government by the villagers.

The door of the wing room in the backyard opened, and Song Gensheng's father Song Gen and Xiuer walked out of the wing room in a panic. After seeing Gu Qing, they anxiously asked about Song Gensheng's situation.
Chapter completed!