Three hundred and seventeenth town three mountain ten
"This mountain is not as good as the mountain. If something is short, there is no place to buy it. I have to wait for the goods from the mountain to be delivered to my door. I can't tell what I got."
Everyone in Liuxia County knows that Xiaoyao Mountain is a dangerous place for bandits. Passers-by would rather walk dozens of miles around than have their hearts and souls ripped out by the kings of Xiaoyao Mountain. They have been killed several times.
After the bandits returned in vain, no one took care of the official roads nearby. The grass on the roads near Xiaoyao Mountain and the two adjacent mountain tops grew as high as half a person, making it difficult for people to walk, let alone drive a large vehicle.
This place is more than fifty miles away from the top of Xiaoyao Mountain. It is a branch road in Suzhou's main road. Although there are not many cars and horses due to banditry on several hills such as Xiaoyao Mountain in Liuxia County, it is still better than being in Niaobu.
The cat shitting at the foot of the mountain has gained nothing from sunrise to sunset.
Wei Changpan listened to Jiang Beipo beside him explaining the purpose of setting up an ambush here. Through the sparse gaps between the tall grass, he could vaguely see the carriages and horses passing by on the road fifty steps away, but the pedestrians on the road could only see a few green lines.
Just yellow grass leaves.
In addition to Wei Changpan and Jiang Beipo, there are more than sixty or seventy selected experts from Xiaoyao Mountain, Mao Zaihou. They are all young and strong men with some basic skills, but they are only one or two floors above the level. After all, they are small
Yaoshan is not one of those rivers and lakes sects with a long tradition. The people's martial arts qualifications are uneven, and they are more than the best time to shape the muscles and bones. Although Jiang Beipo and Wu Erlang often give pointers to the martial arts practitioners on the mountain, after all, there are no such people in the rivers and lakes.
The secrets and techniques within the sect, and the climbing process of these martial arts warriors often stop at the third floor.
The martial artists on the first and second floors sounded like young boys who had just started out in the martial arts. However, the martial artists on the first and second floors who knew some skills were fighting against strong men who had never practiced martial arts. Not to mention one of them.
It is not difficult to defeat the three of them. When the government came to suppress Xiaoyao Mountain, three to four hundred people seemed to be a huge force, but most of them were just people waiting to die in the yamen, running for miles wearing armor and carrying spears.
The ground was gasping for air. When Wu Erlang led the sixty or seventy people to charge, they were defeated as soon as they took the battle. When he ran for his life, he only regretted that his parents had two legs. Even the county lieutenant who was holding the battle had his collar removed by Wu Erlang.
Head.
Jiangbeipo, who was in charge of Xiaoyao Mountain at the right time, actually didn't pay much attention to the government's suppression. Three to four hundred people wanted to capture Xiaoyao Mountain, which was famous for being easy to defend and difficult to attack. What a joke. Doubling the number would be enough.
They can just stare at them at the foot of the mountain. If the government is really determined to wipe them out, Suzhou General will have to mobilize the army and mobilize the state troops stationed in various places in Suzhou to the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain. It is true that Xiaoyao Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the mountain is difficult to attack.
There was no land for growing food, and although there was water, after a year and a half the food stored on the mountain was exhausted, and they had no choice but to go down the mountain and kill them.
However, among the bunch of Suzhou civil and military officials who are lying on their backs, who seems willing to do such a thankless job? Maybe there are, but they will never occupy a high position in Suzhou officialdom. The civil and military officials are young and strong, no matter how impressive they are and full of ambition to serve the country, it doesn't matter.
Even if a Shangguan with a high rank in the first rank made some manipulations in the three-year household examination, he would not be able to turn around in ten years, and all his ambitions and lofty ideals would become bitter wine in the cup.
However, Wu Erlang's rise to the point of killing the county lieutenant was something Jiang Beipo never expected. He was one of the few people on Xiaoyao Mountain who was familiar with the officialdom, and knew that no matter how poor or remote a small county was,
Wei Na was an unscrupulous official who came from the imperial examination of Dayao, far beyond the comparison with the government officials. The death of the county captain was like a slap in the face of the civil and military officials in Suzhou, making Xiaoyao a thorn in the side of the government.
The situation in the mountain has become increasingly difficult, and even the villages and towns that originally had some secret food business dealings with the mountain have recently lost contact.
"Those who passed in front were just small fish and shrimps. Three or two carts of goods looked like a lot, but there are hundreds of brothers on the mountain who can't even make a mouthful of soup." Jiang Beipo licked his chapped lips.
, lowered his voice and cursed, "Many of the brothers on the mountain live in villages and towns at the foot of the mountain. In the past, most of the food stored on the mountain relied on the supply of these people, so we couldn't do the robbing of houses."
Suddenly, two hundred steps away from where Wei Changpan was in the grass, three partridges were heard chirping. The song sounded very much like "Brother, I can't do it."
All the gangsters in Xiaoyao Mountain were in high spirits. This was because the brother at the front had seen a suitable method to use illegal goods to spread the news.
"Shut up. If anyone still can't control their mouth later, don't go back to the mountain."
But more than ten times
As he breathed, the rumble of wheels on the road quickly amplified in Wei Changpan's ears. Three or two large cars would not make such a sound.
Surprised that the Xiaoyaoshan minions would choose such a large convoy to start with, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Jiang Beipo's expression unchanged. Wei Changpan, who was confident, felt a little heavier in his heart. The combat power of these dozens of people might even exceed his original strength.
Presumably, this means that Su Qilian and his party may have to pay a higher price to kill Wu Erlang in the near future.
The first cart was a red escort flag embroidered with the word "王" in the title "Douda". It was fluttering in the wind in a majestic manner. Even the face of the driver driving the cart was glowing red with pride. Someone with good intentions would rank the Suzhou Escort Bureau.
At that time, the Wuwei Escort Agency where he worked had been ranked first for three consecutive years. When he told his relatives and friends, it was a very good thing. Even the wages for driving a big truck were 50 to 60% higher than other agencies. Moreover,
Relying on the power of Mr. Wang, who was in his prime as the escort chief, and the Wuwei Escort Agency standing here, where could a blind man dare to rob the escort?
Just when the coachman driving the cart was thinking about how to meet up with a few friends to have a meal at a better and cheaper wine shop after finishing the cart, a stumbling rope that was covered with a layer of sand on the official road suddenly suddenly
Tighten it up, and when the coachman came to his senses and noticed the stumbling rope that should not have appeared on the road, the horse's hoofs were only less than ten feet away from the stumbling rope.
The groom hired by the Wuwei Escort Bureau is also considered a veteran in this industry. At the critical moment, he did not jump out of the car to avoid danger, but instead tightened the reins of the horses. However, the two horses still couldn't stop their momentum and ran into the stumbling rope.
Even the groom and the groom flew forward for more than ten feet, which would probably inevitably break their muscles and bones.
While he was still in the air, he greeted the horseman who was the ancestor of the 18th generation of the Masuo people. He fell to pieces. Although his clothes were ragged and his skin was torn, fortunately, his muscles and bones were not injured. They were just minor injuries. He will rest for twenty days.
That's it. After a while, the coachman regained his composure. He held his waist and was about to get up to see what happened to the cart he was driving. Although he was galloping, he was caught by the tripping horse rope and it was very likely that the horse's legs would be pulled up.
They were smashed into several pieces. After all, they were two horses who had been getting along day and night for several years. They usually picked fine fodder to feed them, but they got into this misfortune for no reason. Even he would inevitably be implicated and punished by the escort...
The groom, who muttered a few more curses, braced his waist and was about to stand up, but he was frightened by the shouts of death so close at hand. Damn, is it possible that there really is someone blind enough to dare to rob Wuwei?
The escort from the escort agency? But the bright knife doesn't look fake. When it cuts on the person, blood spurts out like a fountain. The person's eyesight is not good. Before falling straight up, his eyes were wide open. After lying on the ground, he opened his mouth.
He vomited blood and stopped moving after vomiting for a while.
The groom, whose body was half limp at once, had no idea of getting up. He lay back on the ground with his eyes closed and his body straightened up, pretending to be dead. He was still thinking about those thieves who came to rob the escort, but they must not come to him to ask for money when there is no money.
Trouble with the incompetent grooms, thieves, oh no! Even if you take all the treasures in the cart, if you can't carry them with both hands, you will drive away the following carts...
The shouts of death gradually subsided, and the moans and begging for mercy became more frequent. When the latter two kinds of noises also subsided, the groom dared to narrow his eyes and look at Leng Buding and the young man with a green and curious look on his face.
They looked at each other, but the groom didn't remember that there was this person in his team...
The groom, who wanted to ask for mercy only after thinking about it, was covered by the young man's mouth. The latter shook his head slightly, with no murderous intent in his eyes, and put the index finger of his other hand to his lips to make a silencing gesture.
The groom obeyed obediently and an unknown amount of time passed. After the kind-hearted young man who seemed to be called the fifth master walked away, he heard someone unhooking the carriage horse from the cart and taking it away, and then lit a torch.
Those crude and inconvenient baggage items and other items were burned, but the smell of burning in the air made him almost nauseous. It was not at all like the smell of burning wood.
Only when the surroundings were silent did the groom dare to open his eyes. He stood up and took advantage of the last ray of sunset to see clearly what was happening on the road. There were dried black bloodstains between the stones on the road, and there were still some traces of a huge fire not far away.
The embers and the charred frame of the cart were still vaguely visible. He limped forward. The bodyguard and other grooms who had been chatting and laughing with him a few hours ago were all dead and became charcoal in the fire.
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There were passers-by watching from a distance on the road, and they only dared to come forward when they saw someone alive. The driver, who was in a daze, could not listen to these people's questions and stared blankly at the embers of the fire.
He sat down on the ground. He was the only one of the Wuwei Escort Bureau to survive. The originally majestic escort flag had not been burned to ashes. Only half of the big Chinese character "王" was burnt, and it hung down dejectedly.
On top of the half flagpole.
The groom sat down on the ground, feeling a little lucky that he had survived the disaster. He wanted to grin but couldn't.
The gangsters on Xiaoyao Mountain all got drunk with the homemade local roast made on the mountain. They made such a big deal and didn’t have to go back down the mountain for a few months at least. Although they encountered a tricky idea from the Wuwei Escort Agency today.
, and lost more than a dozen brothers, but the rare medicinal materials, jewelry and antiques that Master Jiang mentioned were thrown away at the foot of the mountain, worth at least a few hundred taels of silver. Hey, brothers on the mountain, aborted.
Who among us has seen hundreds of taels of silver? How can we not be happy and lively?
The fifth master who recently went up the mountain was not convinced and wanted to spar with others. This time when he went down the mountain, he saw that he was very capable. He fought against the two most skilled bodyguards on his own and took advantage of the situation.
After beheading one of them, except for a few leaders in Xiaoyao Mountain, who could have such a method? As a result, all the private criticisms were subsided.
When they got drunk, someone stood up and toasted to the fifth leader. However, looking at the latter's bad complexion, he must have exhausted his energy by fighting during the day, so some of the big guys and the little bosses who knew a little bit about it all took the place of the fifth leader.
If you hold back the wine, you can still have a romantic relationship with this skilled fifth master, why not do it.
In several palaces that were originally dedicated to the Taoist ancestors, there were drunken mountain goons lying around. Some of them, whose wounds were soaked in blood, also got drunk together and went up the mountain. One day at a time,
If you live your life with your head in mind, you will naturally be as happy as you want.
Maybe one day I will have a scar as big as a bowl on my neck. Even if I drink too much after the injury, it will hurt my vitality. I may die tomorrow, but I am not allowed to drink to my heart's content today?
As for the golden clay statues in the temple, they had long been broken into pieces and thrown down the mountain by the minions who thought they were occupying space and causing a nuisance. If these ancestors looked down at the world from the sky and saw such six incompetent people lying in the hall where their golden bodies were enshrined,
How would a pure, filthy drunkard feel?
Outside the hall, the clouds cover the moon, and the mountain breeze passes through the forest. There are trees under the moon, and the autumn colors can be seen on the trees.
The man was kneeling under the tree, with his head hanging down and his hands supporting the tree. He bent down and could not straighten up.
His waist had always been straight in the past. Even if he was so hungry that his stomach hurt like a knife, even if he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion while practicing boxing, or even if he was seriously injured, his waist would always be straight when he stood up again.
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It's not that he has never killed anyone before, including Songfeng Mountain disciples, Gelutai assassins, grassland barbarians, even people in the government, he has a clear conscience, because he had the consciousness of having blood on his hands from the first moment he held the knife.
, he also firmly believed that the people he killed in the past were all the people who deserved to be killed, so even if he had not reached the top a few years ago, his hands would not shake after the first murder.
But now his hands were shaking like chaff.
He killed someone he shouldn't have killed, and the blood on the knife had a strange black color, as if it was trying to suck his soul in.
Reluctance, resentment, resentment, fear, relief.
For the first time in his life, he looked carefully into the eyes of a dying man. Those wide, bloodshot eyes seemed to burst out of his eyes, and they were also like knives trying to cut his throat and prevent him from breathing.
The eyes were no longer alive, but they were still open, and blood spattered on his face and mouth, which was warm and salty with the smell of iron.
This was originally a Taoist temple, and there should have been enshrined in the golden body of the founder of the Taoist sect that had been soaked in the scent of incense for several decades. He originally wanted to kneel at the feet of those statues, but now there were sleeping snoring Xiaoyaoshan men everywhere.