The official seal of the magistrate's Zha Niu flew out from the county government office and printed the nine-fold seal script with cinnabar on the inspection archer's face.
The pig butcher of Ansai City held up the court documents and smashed the symbol of the imperial power in Fushi County into the crowd.
This official weapon is made of solid wood, weighs eighty kilograms, and is unstoppable.
Smashed into a crowd, breaking bones and tendons.
After filing the case in the courtroom, figures one after another ran out with sharp weapons in hand.
Liu Chengzong fought bravely to be the first, jumped up from the court case, stepped heavily on the shield, jumped into the crowd, and held the shield until the yamen officer fell to his knees and fell to the ground.
Like a cannonball, he crossed the government line and hit the patrolling archers at the rear, kicking one over.
The patrol archers are also very fierce these days.
The man on the left had no time to draw his sword and was holding his bow, but he still wanted to beat him. The man on the right just stabbed him hard with an arrow.
Two evils faced each other, so Liu Chengzong chose to take a beating and knocked over the one holding the arrow with his sword, then turned around and chopped off the archer and his bow.
But there were too many enemies around him, and he suddenly felt the sound behind his ears and did not dare to look back.
He hurriedly wrapped his head around his head to block the weapon behind him, but he never thought that it was a chain without martial ethics.
This was good, the Wild Goose Wing Knife was not tightly wrapped, and the prismatic iron head of the chain easily smashed the head of the archer who had just stood up after being kicked over.
Liu Chengzong hasn't seen such a good teammate in several years. What's even more amazing is that this man killed a teammate with a chain, and then ran away without the chain.
This makes him feel comfortable.
We have also practiced the yamen’s chains!
Waving the knife to separate himself from the inspection and government officials, Liu Chengzong held a chain in one hand and a knife in the other. He swung the chain to protect one side and quickly jumped out of the circle in conjunction with the Yanchi Knife.
Looking back at the inspectors and government officials who had been dragged away by him, the battle situation was no longer as easy as it was just now.
The prisoners rushed out frantically, with Gao Xian, Guo Zashi and others acting as vanguards. The two sides actually fought... vigorously?
The weapons of the prisoners were so poor that three or five of them could hold down one prisoner, and some of them even used the gavel to greet people in the face.
Liu Chengzong had no choice but to pick up his sword and rush into the battle group again.
This time there was no feeling of being trapped in a camp, and it was much more relaxed. Many government officials were held back by the prisoners and could not care about him at all.
The remaining few people paid attention to Gao Xian and ignored him. If they dragged him away, no one would deal with Gao Xian.
So that he can be invisible in the crowd, stealing a leg here, scratching a crotch there, tripping and knocking this one down, and drawing a knife to mend that one.
In the blink of an eye, the surviving government officials did not dare to fight and tried their best to escape.
Liu Chengzong didn't chase him. He took a breath and saw Chengyun walking out of the shop across the street.
Very paradoxical.
Everyone else was beaten to death, but Chengyun seemed like a fine person. He didn't even have a speck of dust on his body. He even had a stewed lamb's trotter in his hand and gnawed it while walking.
"You, where were you just now?"
"Second uncle, it's great that everything is okay." Liu Chengyun collected the sheep's hooves respectfully and said hello to Liu Xiangyu first.
Then he pointed back to the store with an innocent look on his face: "Just sit there. Brother Cao originally asked me to report the news to you, but suddenly a group of government servants came.
I don't know how to use martial arts, and I didn't dare to go there. There was food in the store, but the store owner ran away, so I just sat there and had a meal."
The silly younger brother took it for granted, and Liu Chengzong said angrily: "You don't dare? Everyone in the store knows how to run away, but you don't know, you are too courageous!"
Cheng Yun rolled his eyes and didn't answer his question.
A man who is full does not know that a man who is hungry is hungry.
With your martial arts skills, seven or eight strong men can't get close to you, and only one person can cut down the entire army.
Not only do you dare to run, you are even eager to jump over and have a fight.
Chengyun looked at his small body and tried to scare the waiter. He was very nervous inside, fearing that the waiter would hit him back with a stick and break out in a cold sweat.
Isn’t it a joke that dozens of government officials and people are strong?
Even if I want to run, I have to have two legs to support me. My legs are like noodles and I’m still running. It’s a waste of time.
Besides, he was just sitting there in the store and no one paid attention to him.
If you suddenly stand up and run out, the government officials haven’t started fighting yet, why don’t you get caught by the government officials?
The government officials started fighting behind, and the ground was covered with corpses and blood. They fired blunderbuss and arrows, so they didn’t dare to run away.
Right now, if it hadn't slowed down for a while, Chengyun wouldn't have been able to walk straight across the street.
"Brother, Brother Cao asked me to tell you that he saw Zhang Qianhu. He was not in the city, but was sitting outside the south gate with his troops."
"Sitting, what does sitting mean?"
"Just sit there. There is four miles of land. Anyway, the artillery can't hit it, so just sit there with the troops."
Cheng Yun didn't know how to describe it, so he said: "I don't think we can go out through the south gate. We have to go through the north gate. He probably wants to grab food."
"Robbing food? He wants to steal my food, but I still want his life. What about shooting the sky?"
Liu Chengzong originally thought that he would first go out through the north gate to join his brother who was ambushing outside the city, and then Li Wanqing would lead the hungry people to pretend to go out through the south gate.
It’s best to block Zhang Xiong on the suspension bridge so he can’t escape.
However, as Liu Chengyun pointed to the south, he looked over and his thoughts changed.
"As you said, let's go through the north gate, go around and then fight Zhang Xiong."
The hungry people are already miserable enough and cannot be used as bait anymore.
As far as the eye could see, a raging wave of hungry people occupied the streets of Yan'an Fucheng.
On the eaves and street corners, there are people standing on the houses, and some standing on the corners, shouting directions.
No one knows where this road leads, and no one cares where this road leads.
People only know that after the Fucheng Pass was captured and the city gate tower went through a bloody fight, the man with the scar on his face raised fire.
He asked if he was hungry.
They said, come with me.
They are among us and say that the food is there.
Just in town.
Entering the city.
Get food.
Food has the power to create new things.
Like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, it reactivates a brain that has been hungry and chaotic for a long time.
Let your swollen legs open again, like going to a porridge factory to serve porridge.
Then each step is faster than the next, and they are crowded with each other. This is more than what the porridge factory gives.
Walk onto the suspension bridge, cross the barbican, and start running, taking as much as you want.
No need to spare any effort.
Run with all your strength and rush through the streets.
Even if the officers and soldiers are right in front of you.
Like a rushing river hitting pumice, the crowd is indeed like a surging water that pauses for a moment.
It's just that the waves behind hit the waves in front, and the government servants who came from Dongshengmen looked sharp and looked sad.
Even they themselves did not believe that the thin sword and iron ruler in their hands could stop hundreds of hungry people.
It’s so crowded that you can’t even see the end of it.
No one knows whether the first person who ran towards the Yamen was squeezed out or whether he was determined to die and hit the blade.
All I know is that the tip of the knife penetrates the body, and the blood dyes the person's eyes red.
One after another, figures with ragged clothes, hard abdomens, swollen lower limbs, or unkempt faces rushed out one after another.
With an unparalleled fear of death, with an unparalleled desire for survival, with endless resentment against natural and man-made disasters, with great anger at the loss of his wife and children.
Charge.
Charge against the blade.
In today's Yan'an Prefecture, steel cannot defeat flesh and blood.
Shields cannot defend, swords cannot penetrate, iron rulers cannot stop, and chains cannot stop.
The yamen servant was submerged by the rushing river, torn to pieces, crushed into mud, and his liver and brain were smeared to pieces.
