PS: Today there are three updates, no more than 10,000 words apart. As usual, one update at 8am, 12pm and 7pm.
Hearing this, Zhou Yangong was shocked. How come there were more than two thousand victims, and in the blink of an eye, thousands more victims poured into Ping'an County? This Su Hui is really embarrassed! What if the victims beat the imperial official to death in the anger of the crowd?
, I'm afraid it won't work if I don't rebel. Although the rebellion of more than a thousand disaster victims is unlikely to cause any major troubles, how could Zhou Yangong watch things happen in front of him?
He turned to Xie Huanran and said: "Xie County Cheng, you stay here and do your best to appease the people. Don't let the victims here know the news about the North City Gate! I will go over right away. I can't let Mr. Su lose his life."
After saying that, Zhou Yangong pulled the horse and climbed up. All his soldiers were dispatched to resettle the victims, and there were only five or six guards around him. He didn't have time to greet too many people, so he followed the government servant who reported the news and patted his horse and went straight to the north gate.
Xie Huanran's brows jumped when he saw Zhou Yangong and others leaving in a hurry, and he felt panicked for no reason. He knew it was because he was shocked by the news that the victims were besieging the county magistrate, but the Xie family in Jiangnan had taught him how to deal with danger for more than ten years.
Why is it loose when it is not chaotic?
He forcibly ordered himself not to panic. Years of education from his family allowed him to smell a hint of conspiracy in the words of the yamen servant just now. Conspiracy? What conspiracy? He told himself that he must calm down. The moment he saw the yamen servant just now,
It seemed that I had grasped some doubts, but those doubts disappeared in a flash, and now when I think back, I find that it was all chaos.
Calm, calm, calm.
Xie Huanran repeated the word three times in his mind, and then took a deep breath. He knew that he might encounter something big. Finally, an idea flashed in his mind. This time, he did not let the judgment slip away, but tightened his grip.
He held it tightly in his hand.
The yamen officer was the first to inform the imperial envoy Zhou Yangong.
He said that there were only a few people around Su Hui, and he was besieged by thousands of victims? No! This is a point of doubt! A garrison of 300 people was building simple houses for the victims near the North City Gate, and the county government officials were also there.
A team of three to four hundred people in total was placed in front of him. How could Su Hui come to the porridge shed for help if he didn't ask for help from the garrison? A group of hungry victims who could hardly even walk could stop them.
Housing three to four hundred fully equipped garrison soldiers?
Even if there are thousands of disaster victims besieging Su Hui, what will happen if Lord Zhou is gone?
This is a conspiracy, and the person the conspiracy wants to deal with is Lord Zhou, the imperial envoy!
After coming to this conclusion, Xie Huanran suddenly found that he was sweating profusely. He felt as if he had fallen into a cold and biting ice cave, or was being burned by a prairie fire around him. His heart
Anxious and restless, and a little...excited!
Zhou Yangong led five soldiers and went straight to the north gate under the leadership of the yamen servant. He was very anxious along the way. He always felt that something ominous was about to happen. What ominous thing was it? Ping'an County is not big.
It only took ten minutes to get from the south gate to the north gate. Seeing that the north gate was already in sight, Zhou Yangong's heart suddenly calmed down.
Something is wrong!
This was his first reaction. Zhou Yangong immediately reined in the horse that sat down. The horse chirped twice, raised its front hooves high and stopped abruptly. The officer in front heard the movement behind him and turned around.
Seeing Zhou Yangong suddenly stop, his expression changed, and he immediately rode back and said, "Sir, please hurry up. If it's too late, I'm afraid I won't be able to save Mr. Su."
Zhou Yangong's face turned gloomy and he asked with a sneer: "Are there really thousands of disaster victims causing chaos at the city gate in front?"
The yamen servant's expression changed again, and Zhou Yangong could clearly see the flash of panic in his eyes.
"Sir, there are indeed disaster victims causing trouble. When I rushed to report the news, Mr. Su could hardly hold on anymore. Most of the government officials who protected Mr. Su were defeated by the victims. It would be too late if we didn't go."
He said eagerly.
Zhou Yangong pointed his riding whip in the direction of the city gate and asked: "There are thousands of victims making trouble, why is it so quiet? This place is less than half a mile away from the city gate, why can't you hear any noise?"
"this……"
The yamen officer made a quick calculation in his mind and said eagerly: "It's really weird what the Lord said. Could it be... Could it be that Master Su has been killed?!"
His expression was urgent, but in Zhou Yangong's eyes, it was just a wonderful performance. The five soldiers were all veterans who had come off the battlefield, and they had already discovered that something was wrong. Liu Yong, the corps leader, urged his horse to reach Zhou Yangong.
The person next to me whispered: "Sir, why don't I go over and take a look first? I'll stay here later."
After all, it involved the life and death of the local magistrate. Although Zhou Yangong felt that the matter was a bit abnormal, he just thought that Su Hui deceived him here just to hide something from him. Wang Xiaoniu and the others were looking after the disaster victims' resettlement site.
Su Hui couldn't succeed even if he tried to drive away the victims. He thought for a while and nodded: "That's fine, you go to the front and have a look."
Liu Yong responded and ordered his soldiers: "Protect your lord!"
The remaining soldiers responded and urged their horses to move forward to protect Duke Zhou Yan in the middle. Although these few soldiers were few in number, they were like a wall protecting Duke Zhou Yan. Four people surrounded him in four directions.
Standing, their hands were placed on the handles of the swords at their waists, ready to draw out their bright horizontal swords at any time.
Liu Yong urged his horse to take a few steps forward. The street leading to the north gate was regarded as a main street in Ping'an County, but even so, the street was less than two feet wide. On both sides of the road were small private houses, which were quite prominent.
Ruined. Liu Yong kept his hand on the handle of the knife and slowly urged the horse forward.
Suddenly, a figure flashed on the roof of the roadside, but disappeared in a trance. Liu Yong pulled out his sword with a swipe, urged his horse back, and shouted as he ran: "Protect your lord, there are assassins!"
As he was shouting, the Ping'an County government official who was next to Zhou Yangong suddenly pulled out his sword and struck Zhou Yangong's neck diagonally with the knife! Zhou Yangong did not expect that the Ping'an County government official dared to assassinate him, the imperial court, under the clear sky and broad daylight.
He didn't even react at all to the imperial envoy who was sent down. The knife had already come to him with a coldness.
With a bang, the soldier behind Zhou Yangong immediately drew his knife in his hand, passed it forward, and stabbed Zhou Yangong's face with his horizontal knife, just knocking away the knife that the Yamen servant had chopped off.
The officer failed to succeed with his move, so he quickly turned his horse and turned around to escape.
The soldier who saved Zhou Yangong's life smiled coldly, snorted, and slashed the yamen servant's head from behind with a knife. The head was cut open like tofu with a sharp horizontal knife, red and white.
Emerged. Half of the head detached from the body and fell to the ground with a thud.
Even though Zhou Yangong had seen some big things in the world, such a bloody killing still shocked him. With a sound, his body shook. The horse he sat on was affected by the owner's emotions and neighed and was about to run away.
, but Zhou Yangong couldn't hold the reins for a while and almost fell off the horse.
A soldier quickly grabbed the reins of Zhou Yangong's horse, and the horse was pulled upright. Zhou Yangong couldn't help it and fell off the horse with a plop.
At this time, Liu Yong, who had not gone far, quickly rushed back. The horse was still galloping. He jumped off the horse and ran a few steps to help Zhou Yangong up. Before he had time to help Zhou Yangong get on the horse, he rushed back.
, with a roar, more than forty archers from the garrison stood up from the surrounding rooftops!
There was a buzzing sound, and without waiting for someone to give orders, the archers of the garrison fired their bows. The skills of these garrison troops were not strong, and the arrows they shot were staggering. But the streets were not wide in the first place, so they opened their bows on the roofs.
Arrow, at such a distance, even a blind cat can definitely hit a dead mouse.
If Zhou Yangong had not fallen from his horse, he would have relied on the skills of his soldiers to mobilize the war horses and turn into a small alley on the roadside to quickly escape the sight of the archers. However, Zhou Yangong, who had never experienced a battle, was obviously a little slow in his reaction.
Looking at the sparsely shot arrows, there was no reaction at all.
The knight on horseback swung his sword to cut off the arrows that "accidentally" flew in front of him. Even within such a short distance of more than forty archers, not a single knight was injured.
"Split one person and rush out to inform Captain Wang!"
Liu Yong protected Zhou Yangong, knocked down a feather arrow and shouted.
One of the soldiers did not hesitate. He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs and urged the horse to run out. Just as he was about to escape, an arrow flew over and shot at the soldier's back.
.Because he had no combat mission, he only wore thin leather armor and could not stop the arrows fired from such a distance. A stream of blood bloomed on his back. He groaned and struck with the back of his sword.
He smashed the war horse and rushed out faster.
Perhaps because of the smooth shooting, the archers of the garrison who were originally unable to aim accurately became more and more accurate. The knights on horseback covered Duke Zhou Yan as he retreated. Seeing that the arrows were getting denser and denser, the soldiers were already in a hurry.
Get up. Liu Yong ordered the soldiers to dismount, sacrificed their horses as cover, and ran back to protect Zhou Yangong.
Suddenly, dozens of garrison troops rushed out from the alleys on both sides, waving the standard horizontal swords issued by the Northern Han Dynasty and rushed over. From the direction of the city gate, no less than a hundred garrison troops rushed over, and their shouts of killing shook half of the county.
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Liu Yong looked at the surrounding garrison with stern eyes and shouted loudly: "Plum Blossom Formation! Protect Mr. Zhou!"
The four people immediately surrounded Zhou Yangong, moving forward while circling around Zhou Yangong. The four people all had their backs to Zhou Yangong, constantly exchanging positions with each other. The garrison soldier who rushed over first roared with a knife.
He was slashing down at a soldier, but his sword had only reached halfway, and the plum blossom with a missing petal had already spun away. The front of him was empty, and the horizontal sword, which had lost its target, paused obviously in mid-air.
Liu Yong, who turned around and took over the position of the former soldier, wiped the neck of the garrison with a knife, and blood spurted out like a waterfall and splashed all over him. Regardless of whether the garrison was dead or alive, Liu Yong kept walking and started to move again.
He turned to another direction. The soldier on his side used a horizontal sword to knock away the sword of a garrison soldier, and his body had turned around with Liu Yong's speed. The soldier who came up to replace him slashed the neck of the garrison soldier with his sword.
On the upper body, half of the shoulder and the entire arm were shaved off.
It's just that there are too many people in the garrison, and the plum blossom formation, which is missing a petal, gradually begins to show flaws. It could still move forward slowly, but later it was surrounded by the garrison troops in front, left, and right, and could no longer move forward.
Front. The small plum blossom formation that was originally supposed to be composed of six people was not only missing one petal, but also the bravest warrior was supposed to be the stamen, filling the gap in the rotation of the five petals.
But now the person serving as the pistil is Zhou Yangong. Although he has regained his consciousness and calmed down, how can a weak scholar like him support four soldiers? Not only do four people have to face dozens of garrison troops?
Hengdao stabbed or chopped him, and he was distracted by caring for Zhou Yangong. It only took a moment for him to be in danger.
However, the seemingly vulnerable plum blossom formation was just like floating in the river. No matter how hard the soldiers of the garrison attacked, they could not break a single petal.
In just one cup of tea, at least a dozen corpses were already lying outside the Plum Blossom Formation. The garrison that was roaring upwards was gradually shrouded in fear, and the momentum of the attack gradually slowed down. After they
The four injured soldiers in front of them were simply inhuman. All four of them were soaked with their own and the enemy's blood. The blood was flowing down their faces, making them look like they had crawled out of hell.
of devil.
A garrison swung his sword forward, Liu Yong blocked his blade, and the soldier next to him wiped the garrison's throat with the knife, and blood suddenly came out of his neck. The garrison's body went limp, unwilling to accept it.
