The big man looked at the troops emerging from all directions, his face suddenly changed, and he cursed angrily: "Damn it, these barbarians are cheating! Brothers, fight with these dogs!"
As he spoke, the big man in ragged clothes took off a soft whip-like thing from his arm, flicked it with a "whoosh", and used the spirit snake to spit out a message and hit the leading officer in the face.
There was only a "click" sound, and the whip hit the person's nose, and then the big man took it back with a "crack" sound. It turned out that it was not a soft whip, but an iron chain.
The big man took the lead, and the rest of the people who followed also pulled out their own unique weapons from the car, and rushed towards the surrounding officers and soldiers and the merchants in front of them. For a while, the two sides were fighting.
The group of people who looked like merchants were stunned by the sudden turn of events. They didn't understand the situation for a long time. It took a while before they vaguely guessed that they and others had been misunderstood and were trying to take advantage of them. They hurriedly defended themselves.
However, at this moment, several troops were beaten and turned upside down, and it was a chaotic situation. Who would care about who said what? On the contrary, it was because many of our own troops were killed or injured in this moment.
The group of people led by the man in rags are quite strong in martial arts. One person can often fight against three or four officers and soldiers at the same time. Especially the man in rags is extremely brave. Every time the iron chain is thrown out, an officer
The soldiers were knocked down by him, and in just a few moments, more than a dozen soldiers were injured under his iron chains.
The man in ragged clothes was not very big at first sight. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, there were only a few dozen people on his side, while the number of officers and soldiers on the scene was at least hundreds, and they were constantly being replenished.
So, before the man in ragged clothes swung the chain twice in succession to knock down the two enemies, he said to the person in front of him: "Xiaoyong, the money and goods are needed. He and his brothers must retreat first! Come and stop me!"
This man named Xiaoyong looked very similar to the man in rags. He shouted: "Brother, let's go together!"
Outside, a strange figure was waiting for me.
The Western Army of the Wild Song Dynasty had a good night's sleep and spent the whole night interrogating the only "Investigator Xiaoli Renjing" captured by the people in charge.
Murong Fu said: "Of course, let the Privy Council and the Salt and Iron Bureau blame each other and fight with each other, and then you will profit from it!"
Xixia, the above-ground secret room of the Privy Council.
The book judge stood firm for a while and then said cautiously: "What is this little man going to do?"
The man known as Xiaoyong gritted his teeth, glanced at the uninjured comrades beside him, and said with determination, "Brothers, we will all rush south with you!"
Ye Song Xijun roared: "Does that still need to be tried? Would Zhang Cheng, a Han, know about such a small matter? They are all my people! You know those Han people are reliable! Even the country of their parents can rise up.
You guys, how can you expect us to have no morals?"
Immediately, a group of Xixia soldiers swarmed down and held the man down.
The officer was tired of beating him and was afraid of beating the person he had caught to death. He told his subordinates whether he was bad or not, so he cursed a few words and ordered his hands to take the person back.
The little man in ragged clothes just replied, so he suffered another physical and flesh pain.
As for why I appeared in Xixia and why I called myself a soldier Xiaoli Renjing, that was not Murong Fu's arrangement.
The book judge stood firm and said: "Young man, this matter has a lot to do with it. It concerns Yipintang and the Salt and Iron Department. This matter should be submitted to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for trial. What do you think?"
When Helian Tieshu saw the person coming, he took eight steps and made two steps: "You villain, you are broken! Last night, Privy Council Ye Li seized the refined iron you transported to the Song Dynasty. How many of your people were arrested! But!
For some reason, Privy Yeli believes that this matter is the work of the villain Zhang Cheng of Yantie. Even so, Shangguan is worried that sooner or later the incident will come to light and be traced to Shangguan, please give me some ideas!"
The man in rags stopped the enemy at the cost of using up his physical strength, and eventually he also exhausted his strength. With a clang, the iron chain fell from his hands, and the man in rags was kicked in the stomach by a senior officer and fell to the ground.
The officer was a little angry, but he was not beaten severely. The man let the officer's fists rain down on him, but he just yelled and cursed, without saying anything to beg for mercy.
"Ah!" Helian Tieshu froze on the spot, and for a moment he felt that his lack of brains was too much: "The villain is telling the truth? But why?"
Murong Fu sighed quietly: "Marshal Xin Xing, don't panic, this matter was arranged by me! Everything is according to the plan! Because that matter was originally arranged by me!"
Ye Xinxing Lun said: "It's helpful to say less. I just want to know how they contacted them. Are there still these people?"
Before going to court, Helian Tieshu immediately rushed home, dismissed the Master in a hurry, and retreated to the other courtyard.
As for this group of people dressed as businessmen, there were already many of them, but they were caught off guard. Not one of them escaped, and they were all taken prisoner.
Therefore, the poor Xixia salt and iron envoy was inexplicably detained for having liaison with the enemy. On the seventh day of the court meeting, both sides insisted on their own opinions.
The courtiers looked at it carefully.
The leading officer had his nose smashed to pieces with an iron chain by this man, and he fainted from the pain. At that time, he hurriedly got up from the ground and kicked the man hard: "Bitch! That was just now.
Can he be beaten? Damn it, if someone from below ordered him to be captured alive, I would chop him down right now!"
The man in ragged clothes said: "Get out! As a disciple of the Beggar Clan, Ba Bao, how dare he obey orders? As the leader of Si Bao, you order him to take the remaining brothers and retreat!"
The Western Army of the Wild Song Dynasty said: "The Song people have had a truce with you Xiaoxia for a long time, why do they want to take the initiative to invade your territory again? What is the plan?"
Ye Xin Xinglun pretended to think and said: "What should I do? I will go to the palace immediately and ask to see His Majesty the Emperor, so that His Majesty the Emperor can personally issue an order to bring this man to justice and bring him to justice!"
The man in rags roared and waved the iron chain into an iron curtain, blocking the oncoming enemy. The others who came with the man in rags took advantage of the enemy being dragged, supported each other, and evacuated one after another. At the front, except for
The man in rags alone and the others managed to fight their way out and evacuate, leaving a coffin and several mule carts behind.
The young man in ragged clothes was beaten all night long. He was not covered with bruises, but he was still full of anger: "Bah! They are a big border country in Xixia. They respect Xiao Song's country and pretend to respect them. Sooner or later, King Xiao Song will destroy them!"
The corners of Ye Song Xijun's eyes twitched: Seventy thousand kilograms of fine iron! It can't be enough to make a thousand pairs of armor!
This little guy just looked at me warmly, said "poof", spitted a mouthful of thick phlegm into my face, and shouted: "Kill or behead me, it's up to you. Are you a coward, little Li Renjing?"
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That little man was someone else, Yi Xiaobiao, the leader of the Four Bags who was originally supposed to be in the Beggar Clan.
A book judge reported to the Western Army of the Wild Song Dynasty: "I'd like to inform you, this group of merchants haven't been recruited yet! They are indeed merchants, but craftsmen from the Xiaoxia Salt and Iron Division. The leader is a senior officer from Yipintang. We
Under the cover of concealing the production of pig iron, I secretly resold your Xiaoxia refined iron at a low price of one tael of silver per catty. So far, I have sold about 70,000 catties of iron! That was our eighth transaction."