These are really troubled times, and there are endless bandits and bandits.
Prefect Zhou should be smart.
"What kind of bandit? Where did he report it?" he asked hurriedly.
General Peng looked a little strange.
"What bandits don't know?" He said, "It was a bandit who luckily fell off the cliff and survived. He said that the vicious bandits would rob and kill them."
The bandit said he was robbed and killed by bandits.
Magistrate Zhou was stunned.
It’s not that there aren’t any, there are plenty of people who eat black and white.
"What kind of bandit are they?" He looked nervously outside the city gate. Miss Jun and his group had long since disappeared.
General Peng shook his head.
"The bandit was too seriously injured. He died after just saying this." He said, touching his head, "But Miss Jun should not be so unlucky to meet him."
After saying that, seeing Magistrate Zhou staring at him, he shrugged again.
"Perhaps there are no such bandits at all. The dying guy was frightened and babbled." He added hurriedly.
The prefect and General Peng watched Miss Jun go away at the city gate, while several guards in royal robes on the roadside outside the city gate also watched Miss Jun go.
"I haven't seen Lord Jin for a long time." A guard in Jinyi said, frowning slightly, "Could he have gone back?"
"Would you like to ask this Miss Jun?" another said.
The leader shook his head.
"Master Jin only asked us to help once, and did not give any other instructions. We were not allowed to ask about Miss Jun's affairs," he said.
He turned the horse's head when he said this.
"It's better to follow Mr. Lu's order first and search for the traces of the Crown Prince Cheng Guo."
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There was no one on the road in the middle of the day, and the villages dotted not far away were also deserted. It looked particularly desolate in the middle of winter.
A person slowly poked his head out of the ravine beside the road. He carefully looked around, but before he even took a second look, he was slapped on the head.
"Look at how cowardly you are!"
A broken gong shouted.
"What's so scary? We are thieves, not ghosts."
In fact, thieves cannot see the light of day.
The man who was beaten shrank his head and complained, but did not dare to speak out. He stepped aside and looked at the strong man standing behind him.
This man was in his thirties. A scar on his face made him even more ferocious. He held two axes in his waist.
As he jumped onto the road, twenty or thirty people behind him jumped up from the ravine with cheers, and each one of them looked fierce.
"Everyone says that Qingyuan Mansion is still prosperous." The scarred man looked ahead, greed flashing in his eyes, "As expected, it looks sparsely populated, but there is no air of desolation."
He said and rubbed his hands.
"Brothers, we can have a good winter."
The men behind him were shouting and screaming.
The man who led the way before still looked timid.
"Brother Dao, in this Qingyuan Mansion, it is said that there is a group of bandits who specialize in killing bandits." He whispered, "The other bandits were either killed or ran away."
Brother Dao sneered when he heard this.
"What kind of bandits specialize in killing bandits?" he said, "They are nothing more than gangsters and gangsters."
He said and swung the two axes in his hands.
"I'm not afraid and don't care whether he is a bandit or a good citizen. If he encounters him, he will die."
The men behind him also raised their swords and axes and shouted.
"Go for a walk, look for fat sheep, eat meat and eat meat." Brother Dao said, taking the first step.
Everyone followed in a hurry.
The more I walked along the road, the happier I became, and I even found a locked gate in a village with chickens raised in captivity.
This shows that the owner of this house only went out to escape temporarily, and would come back to visit in the meantime.
"Qingyuan Mansion is really doing well." The scarred man shouted, "How could I feel like this in any other place?"
After saying that, he split the wooden door open with an axe.
Men swarmed in and turned the yard upside down, but unfortunately they didn't find any money or rice.
Scanning all the way through this village, I found nothing, and in the end I just hung a dozen chickens on my body.
"This is a good sign." The scarred man said, "An empty village can be harvested, and we will soon encounter fat sheep."
Everyone was excited and happy, but the man leading the way looked uneasy and always looked around cautiously.
"Aren't the powerful bandits you mentioned also legendary?" A man whispered to him, "No one has seen it at all. Don't displease the boss. The boss doesn't have a good temper. Watch out if he cuts him.
Cook it and eat it.”
Because all the bandits who had seen that group were dead.
The man who led the way moved his lips and looked at the scarred man in front of him. His face turned pale when he thought of accidentally seeing them eating human flesh. He swallowed the words that reached his lips, squeezed out a smile and raised the broken knife in his hand to follow.
Shout.
As soon as the crowd left the village, they heard the sound of horse hooves and a group of people came towards them on the road.
Brother Dao and others hurriedly stopped, and the team of people also hurriedly reined in their horses, seeming to be frightened.
This is a group of eleven people, most of them are thin men in their thirties or forties. The bulging bags on the horses seem to be carrying something, and there is also a young woman in this group of people.
The eyes of Brother Dao and the others suddenly lit up, with surprise on their faces.
"Fat sheep!" they shouted.
"Bandit!" At the same time, the other party also shouted.
Their eyes seemed to light up and their expressions were full of surprise.
Surprise? No way.
Brother Dao and others were stunned, probably because they were frightened.
Yes, it must be frightening.
"Brothers." Scar waved the knife in his hand.
Scar is different from other bandits in that he never makes threats or says that this way is open.
As for bandits, they just kill people and rob them. They are not showboaters. What are they talking about?
"Do it."
Scar opened his mouth, but found that a voice spoke before him.
Are they my brothers?
No, this is a female voice.
How could it be a female voice? Did you hear it wrong?
As his thoughts flashed across his mind, he saw the person opposite clamping the horse's belly, and the horse immediately raised its hooves.
Want to run?
It’s a good idea, but do you think we have nothing to do? We have been horse thieves for many years!
Scar sneered and subconsciously touched the horse rope in his waist, but the next moment he found that those people were not trying to run, but were rushing towards them. At the same time, like a magic trick, he pulled out a spear from the horse's back.
I'm going!
Scar's eyes widened, but before he could change his mind, the spear was already in front of him. Thanks to his years of experience and instinct, he raised the ax to block it.
There was a clang, and the shiny spear head and the ax collided with sparks.
Scar felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and he almost dropped the ax on the ground. He staggered back and managed to escape.
But others were not as lucky as him, and screams rang in their ears.
Scar felt his scalp numb as these men rushed in front of them on horseback, with spears in their hands, spearing his brothers on the ground like harpooning fish.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of the twenty-four people were nailed to the ground, while others were kicked down by horses and rolled on the ground.
There were screams again and again.
What's going on?
"It's them!"
A man's scream came from behind.
"It's them! They're the ones who kill thieves!"
No, is there really such a group of people?
And they were so unlucky to meet them?
Scar's heart was in turmoil.
If you can't fight, run away. This is Scar's secret to surviving for so many years.
"Fight them." He shouted, and smashed the ax in his hand at the men and horses in front of him. It seemed like he was attacking, but he turned around and ran towards the village behind him.
As long as he ran into the village, he would have a chance of not being caught by these people.
But after running only three or four steps, a spear penetrated him from behind.
Scar slowly fell to the ground and became motionless.
Unfortunately, I only robbed one chicken.
The screams had gradually subsided. The men on the horses raised their hands and fell, and one of the bandits was killed.
The man leading the way saw the scythe in front of him, and for a moment he forgot his fear, and looked behind the man and horse out of the corner of his eye.
A young woman was still sitting on a horse on the road. Her face was soft and her expression was gentle, as if she was admiring the beautiful winter scenery.
But he remembered that it was a female voice.
It was that soft female voice that turned them into lambs for the slaughter.
It turns out that the leader of this gang of bandits is a woman.
He saw it, he knew it, but he was dying.
With a pop, the sickle cut his neck.
The last man fell to the ground and twitched for a few times and became motionless.
Quietness returned to the road.
"Call it done," Miss Jun said, and the horse passed over the dead bodies on the ground, stepping on the bloodstains and moving forward.
The men stuffed their spears and sickles back under their horses' backs to cover them, and urged their horses to follow. (To be continued)