If he really hides, those people under him will definitely secretly call him a coward again.
He doesn’t want to be a coward who only knows how to eat!
Shen Qingqing rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Why don't you just hide."
"I think so."
Compared with his wealth and life, he still chooses to be a coward.
Yuan Xudong turned his horse's head and fled towards the inn in embarrassment.
While the bearded man was fighting with the bandits, he asked Shen Qingqing in a hoarse voice: "Didn't I tell you to hide in the room? Why did you come out?"
"Help." Shen Qingqing casually killed a bandit, took the sword from his hand, and then turned around and killed another bandit.
Seeing how agile she was, Big Beard's eyes lit up. He stopped asking any more questions and concentrated on dealing with the enemies around him.
At the same time, Meng Yuan jumped into the crowd and kicked the bandit leader who was laughing wildly off his horse.
"Who? Who beat me?!"
The bandit leader sat up in horror, holding back the severe pain in his chest. He was like a headless fly, holding up a machete with both hands and slashing at him.
Meng Yuan turned sideways to avoid the blade, quickly grabbed his arm, twisted it with his backhand, and directly removed the arm holding the knife.
The bandit leader lay down on the ground in pain and kept moaning.
The surrounding bandits noticed something was wrong and quickly gathered around to check the situation, "Boss, are you okay?"
"Someone, someone attacked me!"
Before the bandit leader finished shouting, someone else collapsed to the ground with a painful expression on his arm.
Meng Yuan was like a gust of wind passing through the hall. What shocked him were the weapons falling to the ground and the bandits' cries of pain.
He didn't hurt anyone's life, he only removed his arms, one by one, with skillful movements like eating and drinking.
Gradually, I finally felt something abnormal, and I covered my painful arm and murmured: "Are we being punished?"
These words were like sparks splashing into a pile of firewood, instantly igniting fear in everyone's hearts.
They were originally ordinary farmers in Lingnan. They were displaced due to war and drought. They fled to the nearby barren mountains and became kings. They made a living by robbing merchants and hunting.
Jingguo, who had provoked trouble last month, submitted a letter of surrender to the court. Before returning to the court, the Zhao Jiajun squadron guarding the south received an order from their superiors, saying that bandits were rampant in the south, and asked them to surrender the bandits along the way before returning to Beijing.
Three days ago, they had a fight with people from the imperial court and lost most of their brothers. The remaining dozens of people fled all the way north, killing countless innocent people along the way.
They only feel happy when they kill people. Since God doesn't leave them hope, then why should they be merciful to others?
When they dream back at midnight, they will also feel fear, fearing that the souls of those who died in vain will come to seek revenge on them. But when dawn comes and they hold the knife again, they put that fear behind and are immersed in the pleasure of killing.
middle.
It was only at this moment that their arms were removed for no reason, and they suddenly woke up from the nightmare and recalled the ridiculous things they had done along the way.
There is hatred in my heart.
There are also regrets.
"Actually, I don't want to kill anyone, not at all!" Someone covered his face and cried.
"Who wants to kill people? Aren't we all forced? If the imperial court could release food for disaster relief earlier, who would be willing to go to the mountains and become bandits?"
"I don't want to be a bandit, nor do I want to kill anyone. I want to go home and live a peaceful life like before."
"..."
More and more bandits threw away their weapons, abandoned themselves, sat on their knees on the wasteland, and began to cry.
The cry was sad and shrill, like a complaint against an unfair fate.
The black-faced man and his brothers looked at the scene in front of them and were stunned while holding up their knives, "What does this mean? No more fighting?"
The bearded man subconsciously turned his head to look at Shen Qingqing, "Did you do it?"
Except for those two ghosts, no one else could come and go without a trace.
Shen Qingqing did not answer his question. She lowered her eyelashes, stretched out her right hand to the man in white in front of her, and said softly: "Come up, let's go back."
Meng Yuan looked up at her. The blood behind him was as gorgeous as the flowers blooming beside Huangquan Road.
"Are you OK?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head, "It's okay, come up quickly, it's going to rain."
As he spoke, the wind carried raindrops and drifted in.
Meng Yuan put his hand into her palm, turned over and jumped on the horse's back, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, held the reins, and said in a gentle tone: "Let's go."
The clatter of horse hoofs brought the bearded man back from his mind. He asked loudly at Shen Qingqing's back: "Miss Shen, what should we do with these people?"
"Surround them first and wait for the officials to come and deal with them."
The people from the government arrived very quickly, with the county magistrate taking the lead, followed by hundreds of officials.
The bandits who were immersed in despair saw the dark red official uniforms, and the hatred buried deep in their hearts was aroused again.
The bandit leader picked up the weapon, gritted his teeth and stood up, "Brothers, cheer up, kill these dog officers and avenge our tragic deaths of brothers!"
"Kill the dog officer and avenge the brothers!"
The bandits regained their sparkle in their eyes, raised their swords and charged towards the official team with an almost decisive attitude.
The sound of fighting broke out everywhere, people kept falling down, and people kept struggling to get up. In the end, the entire wasteland was almost stained red with blood.
The innkeeper stood in front of the vast rain and stretched his head to take a look, then quickly covered his eyes and stepped back, "What a sin, there are dead people everywhere, I think all those bandits are almost dead!"
Yuan Xudong was cracking melon seeds while nagging: "I just don't understand what is going on in these people's minds. They can live for two more days by following the official servants obediently. Why do they have to think about going to the knife point?" What about the collision?"
No one paid attention to him. He turned his head and looked at Shen Qingqing, "Miss Shen, what do you think?"
"Because in their eyes, there is no difference between life and death."
Only when there is hope in the heart can life be enjoyable, full of suffering and joy.
But their hopes were shattered the moment they went up the mountain to become bandits, and they lived just to live.
What is the difference between living numbly and cold-bloodedly and dying?
Yuan Xudong held his chin and sighed, "Oh, what you said makes sense. These people have no family or friends, wander around all day long, and kill so many people just for a bite to eat. It seems really meaningless..."
He was talking to himself, then looked up and saw Big Beard and others returning in the heavy rain. He even smiled and went out to greet them: "Brothers, you are finally back! How are you? Are you not injured?"
The black-faced man jumped off the horse and stretched out his thick arms to push Yuan Xudong aside, "Please give way."
This push made Yuan Xudong's small body sway a few times, and he almost fell into the puddle, "Hey, why are you like this?"
Is it worthy of his friendship for risking his life to save her?
"I'm sorry."
The black-faced man apologized to him, walked into the inn eagerly, stopped in front of Shen Qingqing, and knelt down in front of everyone.
"Thank you for reminding me, girl. Otherwise, our brothers might not be able to come back today."
Shen Qingqing gave him a little help and said, "Get up, I can't bear such a big gift."
The dark-faced man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her three times before standing up, "I am Liu Jiejie. I live at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain in Xianghua County. If you want me to be useful in the future, just ask. I, Liu
There will be no complaints at all.”
"At the foot of Phoenix Mountain?" Shen Qingqing looked surprised, "Your home is near Phoenix Mountain?" This chapter has been completed!