One hundred and fifty-three storms do not need to return
The rain showed no sign of letting up, and the shouts of murder in Washington did not stop either.
"Why don't the government care about the huge commotion in Heqing County?" the younger bodyguard shook his arm, shook the rain off his knife, and said.
"There are only a dozen people sitting in the yamen now. Many people can't pay for their money and food, and few people have the hard work to help them. Who dares to come to the rescue?" The older bodyguard held a knife in one hand and a slingshot in the other.
, there are dozens of iron pellets in the cowhide bag on his waist.
"Can we stop it?" The young bodyguard rubbed the cloth wrapped around the handle of the knife with his palm. It was soaked with rain, and he could squeeze out the water with a little force.
"You have to block it if you can, but you have to block it if you can't." The old escort spat fiercely, "Wuhe Escort Agency's signboard cannot be smashed here."
I just don’t know how the fight went ahead.
Zhang Bashun thought of dozens of ways for the Woniu Mountain bandits to break into Washington, including digging tunnels, sneaking into the crowd of congratulators, and pretending to be a wedding banquet troupe. However, he never thought that Wu Erlang was actually a troupe.
With such an almost arrogant and domineering attitude, he would swagger into Washington through the central gate.
A few minutes ago, the Washington concierge, who had not slept well for a few nights, was so sleepy that he had to squint his eyes to rest for a while. Then he heard gongs and drums beating on the street and the ticking sound. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked towards the distance of the street.
At the end, I saw what looked like a team of people coming to greet the bride, hurriedly wiping the saliva from the corners of their mouths and greeting her.
Concierges from wealthy families often have much more property than ordinary rich families. In addition to the money that guests come to ask for from the host, there are also silver rewards for taking care of all the big and small things.
The total amount of money collected is quite considerable, not to mention that today is the wedding of the lady of the house, and the bridegroom is the son of the Sun family in the north of the city, so the money must be generous.
Why did the Sun family's wedding procession look so miserable? Only when the people came closer did the dim-eyed concierge see that the lively procession was actually only a sparse group of twenty or thirty people.
The endless queue of weddings he expected was completely different, but after all, he was still a daughter-in-law of Washington. He didn't dare to ask for money at this juncture, otherwise he would lose his lucrative concierge position in Washington, but it was not worth it.
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So when the performance troupe was still dozens of steps away from the middle gate of Washington, the concierge of Washington opened the middle gate of Washington early and told the two escorts from the Wuhe Escort Bureau that they were coming to pick up the bride from the north of the city.
Sun family members, hide your swords well so as not to disturb the Huafu uncle who is here to get married.
When the fat steward heard the anxious words from the concierge, he said suspiciously: "Didn't the Sun family say that there was a slight delay in the troops and they would arrive half an hour later..."
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy—!" came the shrill roars of Wu He's escorts from the central gate of the Washington Palace. They shouted three times in a row, and the last one stopped abruptly. The two escorts were probably in danger.
What's going on? What's going on? The Washington steward and the concierge looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Let's go, find a safe and hidden place to hide, or run as far away as possible. You are useless here." Indifferent words came from behind the fat steward. When he looked back, Zhang Bashun corrected him.
He was in formal attire, and in his hand was the treasured sword collected by the owner of the Washington Mansion, "The people from Woniu Mountain have entered the Washington Mansion. I have pity on my two brothers from the escort agency."
When Zhang Bashun rushed to the front yard of Washington, the four-story warrior of the Sun family was already fighting with Wu Erlang. Dayao's rivers and lakes were rough and there were often few weapons at hand, so Wu Erlang's weapon was in Yanggu County.
The sword he wore when he was in the capital was already a rare and good weapon among the kings of the mountain. Those who really didn’t have the weapon would just use a big stick to hammer the edges of iron nails.
Just take a piece of iron and hit it with two hammers and axes. The strike is to overwhelm the person with force. No matter how high the skill is, you can knock him down in three blows, rob a house, or block the road to collect money. It is the best choice.
However, looking at the precious sword in the hands of the warrior man on the fourth floor of the Sun family, the standard sword in Wu Erlang's hand immediately became a tool for chopping wood and chopping meat. After only a few blows with the former, there were gaps in the blade.
As a last resort, the second master of Woniu Mountain was so agile that he did not collide head-on with the martial artist of the Sun family.
Zhang Bashun put the ancient sword among the dozens of swords hidden in the Washington Palace. Its sharpness can be ranked among the top three, and its value is even more expensive. Zhang Bashun almost staggered when he heard the number, but Hua An, the owner of the Washington Palace,
Still not taking it seriously, he waved his hand and let him take it, and also promised that as long as Wu He Escort could keep his daughter this time, this knife would be Zhang Bashun's personal belongings from now on.
The veteran bodyguard of the Wuhe Escort Bureau adjusted his breath. The moment he drew the sword out of its sheath, a cold light suddenly appeared. Is this probably the reason why this sword was named Xiaoshuang?
He felt a little uneasy. The financial resources displayed by the Hua government far exceeded his previous expectations. According to the news from the escort agency and his previous judgment, the Hua family in Heqing County had the financial resources of the richest man in the county. Now it seems that the so-called
The wealth of the richest man in a county is estimated to be only a fraction of Mr. Hua's property. The wealth of the richest man in a state is probably close to that.
Relying on grain trading to become the richest man in a state? Yes, it is possible in several states further south of Dayao, but it will definitely not be Suzhou, which has many mountains and few fertile fields!
It's too late to think about this now.
I took Wu He and his brothers from the escort agency through this muddy water, and two lives were lost.
We can only wait until the matter is over, and then go to the master of the Washington Mansion to ask what happened. Zhang Bashun made up his mind and abandoned other distracting thoughts. He held the knife and was not in a hurry to join the battle group, but looked for opportunities on the sidelines.
It was also Wu Erlang, who was dressed in brand new clothes, who blew the whistle, and the twenty or thirty people who were welcoming the bride outside Washington Mansion also took out weapons from everywhere and rushed into Washington Mansion. The officers sent by the Sun family took the lead to go forward.
A melee and fighting.
On this great day, there was finally blood in front of the gate of Washington.
The more than 20 or 30 thirties on Woniu Mountain are not weak in skill. They can fight on par with the Sun family's guards. They did not fall behind until the Wuhe Escort arrived, but there were more than ten two-story warriors from the Wuhe Escort.
After joining the battle group, the Woniu Mountain minions were in a retreat trend that they could not hold on to.
Rain falls from the sky and fills the world. Sometimes thunder rolls from the sky and lightning strikes the ground.
The four-story martial artist of the Sun family was forced back with one blow of his sword. Wu Erlang, with his hair disheveled and his face covered, whistled twice more.
Zhang Bashun felt a little uneasy when he heard this. He talked to several Wuhe escorts who had not yet joined the battle group and went back to the backyard of Washington to inspect the house to see if there was any trace of the Woniu Mountain minions.
"I won't play with you anymore!" Wu Erlang roared like thunder, and then swung his knife. Zhang Bashun couldn't see the trajectory of the knife. He could only rely on his intuition to stretch his arms to block the fatal blow for the fourth-floor martial artist of the Sun family who was unable to reach the knife.
of a knife.
There was no clanging sound of swords striking each other, just like cutting tofu, and the cut of the official-style iron sword in Takejiro's hand was as smooth as a mirror.
"Good swords." Wu Erlang's eyes were blazing, and he took the two rusty axes handed over by the gangsters of Woniu Mountain. Zhang Bashun looked familiar, and they were probably the weapons of the former mountain king of Woniu Mountain. "It's a pity to leave them to you."
In my hand, this knife is really a bit ruined."
"No matter how good or bad a knife is, it just needs to be pointed at the enemy." The four-story martial artist of the Sun family roared, changing the knife in his hand into an attack move, "Boss Zhang, earlier
There are so many places to offend, but now we are shoulder to shoulder!"
"It should be so." Zhang Bashun held out his sword, and the leader of the errands who were fighting together with Woniu Mountain's minions came out of the battle group with blood stains on his body and the sword in his hand was still bloody, "Count him next."
The three of them worked together to defeat Takejiro.
Beside the bamboo fence in front of the courtyard of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Wei Changpan and the other two people did not know how the battle was going. They saw the servants of the Huafu running away randomly, looking for a safe place, so they all came here together. There were three people crowded in the courtyard now.
The dozen or so people in the family were all soaked to the skin, and some of them who had just escaped from the front yard said that the three of them worked together to fight the Woniu Mountain bandit, but they were still defeated, so they had to fight and retreat.
"No more waiting." The older escort tried the slingshot in his hand, "If you keep waiting, what should you do when you get pushed to the front of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion? You guys stay here and I'll go help out!"
After saying that, he twisted a few iron marbles from his waist into his palm and strode towards the place where the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer.
The younger bodyguard and Wei Changpan waited together for a while, but the shouts of killing were still not quiet at all, so the young bodyguard began to feel a little restless, and then he wanted to take a knife to find out, but was pulled away by Wei Changpan.
live.
"The top priority is to protect these people in the courtyard." He stared at the young bodyguards' faces and pulled their arms, "What did Mr. Zhang give? We don't have to worry about the previous fighting. We just need to
Just guard in front of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion!"
"Go to hell." The young escort shook off Wei Changpan's hand that was holding him, "The brothers in the escort agency are fighting to the death in front, are they just here to watch? If you don't go, I will!"
Wei Changpan couldn't hold him back, so he had to watch the young escort rush into the rain and run towards the front yard.
He stood silently in front of the courtyard gate, blocking the courtyard door and lowering his head.
I don't know how much time passed, but a strange voice came from in front of him: "Why is there still one person guarding in front of the courtyard? Aren't all the men from the Wuhe Escort Agency gone to the front yard?"
Five feet away from the gate of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella said in surprise, although he may have a coquettish face, there is an evil vibe no matter how he looks at it.
"It doesn't matter, he's just an escort from the Wuhe Escort Agency. It's not like he hasn't been dealt with before."
This man, who works as the king of a mountain near Wanniu Mountain, was originally a famous master among flower pickers. However, two years ago, he harmed the direct granddaughter of a first-class decent leader in Suzhou, so he had no choice but to go to the mountain and become a bandit.
But I am also sitting in the top spot, so I don’t have to live by looking at other people’s faces.
But how could he be as happy and romantic as he was down there in the mountains? Not to mention the absence of so many beautiful women, which made him feel scratchy in his heart all day long. When he heard that the leader Wu Er from the nearby hilltop was going to go down to Washington to rob someone,
, these days he has been lurking near Washington, waiting for the snipe and the clam to compete for the fisherman's profit.