Today is already the 30th of the twelfth lunar month, and everyone is preparing for the New Year. No matter how poor they are, they will buy a few kilograms of white flour and make a meal of dumplings. Ma Xingkong and the others are no exception. Liu Wu went out to prepare a banquet and bought
Five kilograms of dumplings, a few people sitting cross-legged on the kang, bragging and chatting. Hei Wa's injury has been scarred and has improved. The whole afternoon has been like this since noon, and the few kilograms of wine bought are gone. Ma Xing
So Kong poured some cold water from the water jar, and the others continued to drink, and kept talking about how good the wine was.
Seeing that it was getting dark, some people lit lanterns early. The shops also closed their doors and there was only one person walking on the street wearing a black cloak. There were dots of blood falling from the sky. This man's
There was a basket slung in his arm, and it was a bit difficult to walk.
Several soldiers were drunk and staggered towards them. When one guy saw it, his eyes lit up after he glanced at them: "Woman! Hehe..." and walked over with a wicked smile.
"Little girl? Where are you going?" The soldier spread his legs and hands and blocked the road in the middle.
It was indeed a woman, Wu Xiaoren's thirteenth concubine, Cui'er. Cui'er wanted to take a detour when she saw these soldiers, but this was the only street with no turnings around, so she had no choice but to move forward.
I left, hoping to pass. In the end, I was stopped by these soldiers.
Tweetie ducked back. A soldier jumped up behind her, stretched out his hand and pulled off the hat on Tweetie's cloak. Tweetie was a beautiful woman, so she naturally won a lot of admiration. The soldiers surrounded Tweetie.
, the greedy look on his face was fully exposed. A guy with two mustaches actually stretched his hand towards Tweety's chest. Tweety said "Ah!" and hurriedly blocked it with a basket.
"Girl, it's getting dark today, so let's go home with my brother! Hee hee hee..." The beard at the corner of the mustache's mouth trembled wildly, and his saliva flowed out.
"Stop!" Ma Xingkong suddenly appeared at one end of the street. Because he used cold water instead of wine, others forced him to come out to buy wine. He didn't buy wine, but saw a few soldiers teasing women. He drank a little too much.
, did not see clearly that the woman among them was Cui Er, so he shouted out with the help of wine to gain courage.
Mustache held Tweetie's arm without letting go. When he turned around, he saw a poor boy wrapped in a ragged cotton-padded jacket, and shouted: "Boy, get out of here, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" After that, he continued to laugh at Tweety, and started to make moves.
Move your feet.
Ma Xingkong did not retreat but moved forward. He picked up a brick and rushed over. "Ah!" The head of a soldier on the outermost edge was opened at that time. Blood flowed from the finger joints all over his face.
Yes. Now Mustache finally let go of Cui'er: "How dare you fight against our brothers, brothers!"
Unexpectedly, no one used guns. Several soldiers rushed towards Ma Xingkong and punched him. Ma Xingkong was really not a good fighter. He had learned Baguazhang from Shitou for several months, and now he couldn't even move a single move.
If he couldn't come out, the wine bottle in his hand was also smashed. His fist hit Ma Xingkong's back like a drum, making a "boom, boom" sound.
Mustache spat: "You son is a coward, bah!" He reached out and took the half of the wine gourd on the ground, unbuttoned his pants in front of Tweety, peed into the wine gourd, and laughed: "Brother
Guys, lift up, let me let you know today that this urine is also drinkable!"
Several soldiers set up Ma Xingkong. The mustache twisted his nose and put the wine gourd in front of Ma Xingkong. This guy was a little angry, and the smell of urine was very strong, which made the people beside him curl their lips and turn their heads.
"Brother!" Only then did Tweetie see clearly that the person who saved her was Ma Xingkong. She wanted to pounce on him, but was grabbed by someone. Tweetie's tears flowed down her cheeks: "I beg you."
Please, let my brother go! Let my brother go!"
Mustache chuckled: "It turns out we are so good friends! Hehe, then you can't let it go anymore. Keep it lower, I can't reach it!"
Ma Xingkong retched and rushed forward, just in time to hit the wine gourd. Mustache was not prepared and flipped his wrist. Slowly, a gourd of urine was poured all over his head and face. "Haha.
Haha..." Everyone around him laughed, and Ma Xingkong lay on the ground and vomited wildly. The unpleasant smell from the food and wine in his stomach, and Hun He's mustache's urine, made it even more unbearable.
"Brother! Are you okay!" Cui'er rushed to Ma Xingkong. The soldiers hid far away, and Mustache was furious: "It's my fault!" and kicked Ma Xingkong on the back.
He kicked Ma Xingkong to the ground, punched and kicked him.
After vomiting it out, I felt much better and sobered up a lot. Seeing Cui'er next to me looking at him with tears in her eyes, Ma Xingkong's maleness was completely aroused. He stood up suddenly, turned around and hugged his mustache.
In front of his chest, he pulled out the dagger with his right hand and put it on Mustache's neck: "Put down the gun!"
Everyone was stunned. Some of them reacted quickly and immediately aimed their guns at Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong's eyes were on fire: "Put down the gun, or I will kill him!"
Mustache was also sober from drinking. The stinging sensation when the dagger's edge rubbed against his skin made him keep leaning on Ma Xingkong: "Put it down! Put it down! Brothers, please!"
Several soldiers slowly put down their guns. Ma Xingkong kicked Mustache on the butt and pulled the spear off his shoulder. Mustache was rescued, and the soldiers hurriedly bent down to pick up the gun on the ground. "
Bang!" The bullet grazed a guy's cheek and penetrated into the soil, and a long blood mark appeared on his cheek.
"You'd better not move!" Ma Xingkong quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and replaced the bullet.
The soldiers were dumbfounded. The man in front of them was quick and quick. You could tell by the way he played with a gun that he was a master. They all stood up straight again obediently. Ma Xingkong said to Cui'er: "Hurry up! Go home.
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Tweetie looked at Ma Xingkong and didn't move. Ma Xingkong shouted twice more. Tweetie not only didn't leave, but also looked at Ma Xingkong and stood next to him. Ma Xingkong was a little angry. At this time, he also
It was hard to say anything. I could only hold Cui'er in one hand and hold the gun in the other, and backed away little by little: "Don't move, I won't hit your right eye if I want to hit you in the left eye."
The soldiers stood obediently and watched Ma Xingkong and Cui'er walking towards the end of the street. As soon as they turned the corner, a harsh whistle sounded in the wind. They all picked up their guns and chased after them. The mustaches were gone.
He grabbed the gun, grabbed the bricks used by Ma Xingkong and rushed forward.
Ma Xingkong ran very fast, and Cui'er obviously couldn't keep up. His arm was sore from being pulled by Ma Xingkong, but he didn't say a word and ran as fast as he could after Ma Xingkong. The sound of gunshots and whistles alarmed the entire Hunhe River.
, all the patrolling soldiers ran over, Ma Xingkong took Cui'er into an alley, and took a breather. Seeing Cui'er still carrying his basket, Ma Xingkong grabbed it and threw it on the ground: "Mingdu
If you can’t save him, why are you still carrying him?”
Cui'er didn't say anything. She picked up the basket and opened the cover. Inside there was a plate of dumplings and a bottle of wine: "For you!" She handed the basket to Ma Xingkong.