Outside Qingzhou City, where refugees gather, people are in panic.
The closed city gates, the rising smoke, the low drums of war, the retreating cavalry...all these things made these refugees who had no place to stand timid and panicked.
If there hadn't been a group of government officials maintaining order, it would have been chaos.
Fortunately, in the past few months, food has been distributed and work-relief has been provided, and most of the refugees have some savings in their hands.
Although he was full of worries, he still calmed down for the time being, but the work in his hands still stopped.
More than half a year has passed, and the area where the refugees live has begun to take shape, with all kinds of shops and stalls. At this time, it is naturally overcrowded.
In a simple and deserted teahouse, Yu Changjing sat by the window, gazing at the vaguely visible Qingzhou City, and even the spread-out military formation's great weapon, the Divine Arm Crossbow.
"God's arm crossbow..."
Yu Changjing let out a long sigh.
He rubbed his eyebrows and felt that he had sighed more in the past few days than in the previous half of his life combined.
"Yu Shaoxia, how sure do you think I am of waiting for this trip?"
The speaker with a hoarse voice was none other than Iron Sword Men Luolie. He was in a bad mood and drank cups of tea, mistaking it for wine.
"Then it depends on our big leader. If he can break the city from the inside, he will be very sure of capturing Qingzhou this time. Otherwise, he will be only a little sure..."
Yu Changjing responded nonchalantly.
"Is there any certainty?"
Luo Lie shook his head:
"If we can't destroy the God's Arm Crossbow, we have absolutely no confidence. Even if you and I join forces to board first, we can only be shot through the sieve..."
"These divine arm crossbows have not been fired for many years. If all of them are completely broken, we are still somewhat sure."
Yu Changjing sneered.
He pinched his nose and came to Qingzhou City, but he didn't see the so-called helping hand from "Lang" and "Li" at Jilong Mountain Pass. How could he not be angry?
If it weren't for the deep hatred between Ji Longshan and the imperial court, he almost thought that this big leader wanted to trick all the thieves and bandits in Qingzhou into committing suicide...
"Hehe, hahaha."
Luo Lie laughed, and the laughter was full of bitterness: "Poor, those fools thought that this time was foolproof, but they didn't know that the divine arm crossbow was a hundred times more dangerous than the Qingzhou soldiers..."
"The God Arm Crossbow is indeed dangerous."
The expressions of the two of them changed, and they turned around to see the white-haired Daoist Jia Qing slowly walking towards them.
"Did Chief Jia hear it? That's okay."
After being startled, Yu Changjing's expression returned to normal, but his voice became very cold:
"There are no reinforcements, and there is no siege plan. How can Sansha want to attack the city? If you want to die, don't drag us, Bailongxuan!"
"Why should Yu Shaoxia be angry?"
Jia Qing smiled faintly:
"It was inconvenient to say it before because Big Dragon Head didn't allow it, but now, it is possible to say it."
"Um?!"
Both Luo Lie and Luo Lie were shocked.
As soon as Jia Qing raised his hand, a piece of paper flew down to the table between the two of them.
This is?
The note was small and there were not many words.
"On Fuxing Street, there was an ambush at six gates. The big dragons defeated Zhao Qingchuan, Tang Bailie, Bu Lingxu, and Yu Xuan. They retreated calmly. Now they are taking a rest at the Xiao family residence..."
"Shuhe defeated Zhao Qingchuan and others?!"
Luo Lie turned pale with shock, and Yu Changjing couldn't help but be moved.
The six-door, four-branch headhunter is famous in Qingzhou. The four of them joined forces and even killed the fierce master who had exchanged blood for thirteen times and built the fifth level of the foundation.
Even a being like their Bailongxuan Master does not dare to underestimate him.
Will he be defeated if the numbers add up?
"Could it be that Da Longtou has mastered those legendary martial arts?"
Yu Changjing was shocked and confused.
"Ha~"
Seeing the big change in their expressions, Jia Qing smiled faintly and lowered his voice:
"After early morning, you will lead the refugees forward and fire or not fire the crossbow. I will take the lead and take advantage of the chaos to open the city gate!"
This was said not only to Yu Changjing and the other two, but also to the Changliu leaders who followed him in from outside.
"yes!"
Everyone responded one after another. Luo Lie and a few others were still hesitant, but they did not dare to refute it out loud.
"Now, first control this town and pull out all the 'nails' of the imperial court!"
"yes!"
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In the simply built market, a young boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old was holding a steamed bun with worry: "If the city gate does not open, at least three to five days, I'm afraid there will be chaos..."
His name is Liu Pan, from Deyang Mansion.
The family was originally in good condition, but after the disaster, they were robbed and robbed, resulting in their family being broken up and people becoming homeless.
Therefore, he knew very well that although the refugees seemed to have hope and were very peaceful and harmonious for half a year, once food was insufficient, this fragile balance would be broken in an instant.
Without him, everyone would be starved.
Biting the steamed bun, thinking and worrying in his heart, Liu Pan turned around and left.
His movements were very flexible. Although the market was overcrowded at this time, it did not affect him. He turned left and right and squeezed, and soon he entered the "Refugee Town".
It is said to be a town, but most of it is still a shack. Naturally, it is impossible to accommodate tens of thousands of people in half a year. Most of the buildings completed at this time are shops and the like.
After a few quick glances, he lowered the brim of his hat and hurried away. Soon, he came to an empty square.
Here, it is also crowded, but instead of buying food, there are people giving porridge.
After the work-for-relief program, there are still places that provide rice porridge and rice in the refugee towns, but the scale is not as large as before, and the only guarantee is that they will not die of hunger.
Liu Pan squeezed in and helped serve porridge.
Different from the chaos in the market, the order here is very good. Everyone is queuing up in an orderly manner, without fighting, grabbing, noisy or making noises.
"Master."
Liu Pan looked at the person beside him with respect and admiration.
“How was the market?”
Under the starched white monk's robe is a slightly skinny monk.
For half a year, he has been busy in this refugee town.
Mediating disputes, cooking porridge and rice, preaching Buddhist scriptures, and also helping with labor and building houses. After these days, I have become darker and thinner.
"Reply to Master. The market is in a bit of a mess, and those three-legged yamen servants in the yamen may not be able to maintain it for too long..."
Liu Pan replied respectfully.
"I don't know what happened in Qingzhou City..."
Jiese sighed softly.
After a pause, he added:
"The young monk has not yet become a disciple, so how can he be qualified to accept disciples? Besides, we have no destiny, at least, no master-disciple relationship."
"hey-hey."
Liu Pan scratched his head and smiled. Then he remembered something and lowered his voice:
"By the way, Master. I accidentally discovered that there are many people in the town who are armed with swords and obviously have martial arts skills. They are all very capable and powerful!"
"A lot of charlatans?"
Jie Se's brows suddenly furrowed. Thinking of the Qingzhou City Gate being closed, an incredible idea emerged in his mind.
‘Is someone going to attack Qingzhou City?!’
"Yes, Master, there are a lot of them. Although they are well hidden, there are too many of them to hold back..."
Liu Pan's mind was spinning very quickly, and he thought of something, which made him a little worried:
"Master, let's run away! No matter what happens, just go to the mountains. At this time of year, there are a lot of vegetation in the mountains. You can eat bark for a long time without starving to death."
"If there is any trouble tonight, take care of yourself."
Jiese shook his head slightly, feeling a little sour in his heart.
More than half a year has passed, and Liu Pan is still paying attention to everything he can eat, grass roots, tree bark...
"Then I really don't care about you!"
Liu Pan said.
Jiese nodded, thinking about something in his mind.
If someone really wants to harm Qingzhou, will they take action tonight?
The two of them moved quickly, and their conversation did not delay their work. However, the sun had long since set after they had scattered all the thirteen large pots of porridge.
At this moment, there were bursts of noise outside.
"Um?"
Jiese raised his head and saw that in the dim sky, the old and weak people who were about to disperse slowly retreated back again.
Was forced to retreat.
A group of strong men, who did not have weapons or weapons, just walked in slowly, causing the refugees to retreat towards the porridge shed like frightened birds.
There is no sound.
These refugees have experienced too many things along the way. Those who can survive are mostly discerning and can see the ferocity of this group of people.
"Master!"
Liu Pan let out a low cry, as if facing a powerful enemy, he was like a rabbit that had exploded and wanted to run away.
"Fellow folks and fathers!"
A low, hoarse voice came from outside the crowd, and a tall, bald man walked slowly over with a large sword slung across his back.
He smiled and raised his hand, as if to show kindness, but it turned out to be ferocious:
"A certain family, Yu Sandao, comes from Changliu Mountain! I didn't come here just for the two taels of cornstarch you mentioned, so as long as you cooperate, you won't suffer any losses!
Did you hear that?"
The huge square was completely silent.
Yu Sandao nodded, glanced over with his tiger eyes, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a little monk with white robes walking out from under the porridge shed.
"They are all poor people, why should the donor bother them?"
Caution, put your hands together and chant the Buddha's name softly.
What could a group of refugees with no money do to the ruthless bandits of Changliu Mountain?
It goes without saying that there is only one life left.
"Who do you think you are and how dare you interfere in grandpa's affairs?"
Yu Sandao raised his eyebrows.
The broadsword, as broad and thick as a door panel, was whistling with the wind and struck down heavily. Not to mention its sharpness, its weight alone was enough to kill someone.
"Master!"
Liu Pan exclaimed, and all the old and weak people were also startled.
"The little monk quits sex..."
Amidst the dull sound, the smoke spread and the heavy knife shattered. Yu Sandao coughed up blood and knelt down, both of his knees being smashed to pieces.
"Don't stop killing."
Throwing down the heavy knife casually, Jingse's expression became solemn. In the falling night, he smelled an extremely strong murderous intention.
Coming like a tidal wave.
"Master!"
Liu Pan was shocked.
"Take the folks away!"
Jiese glanced at him.
Liu Pan gritted his teeth and shouted quickly. The old and weak people present recognized him and fled after him. Although they were many but not very strong.
But he has rich experience in escaping.
At this time, the other Changliu bandits also reacted and charged towards them with roars and roars.
boom!
Suddenly, there seemed to be a thunderous explosion.
"Master!"
Liu Pan suddenly turned around and saw a fierce figure falling from a high place, swooping down with substantial blood, and with just one blow, the dust covered his master.
This time the collision was extremely fierce, and as the violent air waves spread, the rest of the people who were surrounding and fighting were blown back, avoiding the slapping earth and rocks.
boom!
Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure turned over and came out.
"What a hard practice!"
The fierce figure turned over and landed on the eaves, waving his arms and screaming, looking at the toughest thing he had ever encountered in this town, feeling a little afraid:
"Which family of monks are you from? How dare you hurt my brother?"
"Amitabha."
In the dust, Jie Se pulled out his sunken legs. Under the tattered monk's clothes was a body that looked like fine steel. He clasped his hands together and looked around.
The fight between the two attracted more gangsters, and at a glance, there were more than ten people with the same aura as the man on the eaves.
And surrounded by a crowd of people, there were several people whose auras and blood energy were still far superior to his own at this moment.
As everyone arrived, there were also a group of people holding swords and straddling swords. It was obvious that they were masters from the public family and were forced to retreat to the square.
Plop!
Jia Qing threw the man in his hand away and looked at Jiese with interest:
"What? Are there any monks in your royal guards?"
"Jia Qing?"
All the Jinyi guards were shocked and angry, but they recognized this Changliu bandit.
"Alas~"
Glancing at the Jin Yiwei who were forced out, Jia Qing looked slightly disappointed:
"There are three or two kittens and puppies. Is this Jin Yiwei?"
"cough!"
The man who was thrown to the ground was helped to stagger to his feet, coughing up blood and glaring:
"How dare you invade Qingzhou City?!"
"So what? You just have a few kittens and puppies? No, there is also a little bald donkey! I guess you can't stop us, right?"
Jia Qing said, and all the long-lived gangsters burst into laughter.
"Do it!"
While the laughter echoed, Jia Qing took a step forward, and the strong wind blew up, making a roar like a tiger roaring in the forest.
"Fight!"
A group of royal guards roared and charged to kill.
Suddenly, Jia Qing's movements stopped and he suddenly turned around. The others were also startled and looked up one after another.
Under the dim light of night, there seemed to be a huge shadow flowing down.
As if aware of everyone's gaze, a long cry pierced the sky and broke through the clouds, echoing from far to near.