Three hundred and sixty-one when will the king return
Everyone in Liuxia County, Suzhou, knows that the dozens of miles around the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain are areas where bandits are rampant. No matter how strong your martial arts skills are as a nurse in your home, or how tricky your bodyguard’s ideas are, there is no way you can pass by without being arrogant and still get rid of your body.
Retired. According to the past rules, no amount of money was used to buy a way, not to mention the method of using a tiger skin as a banner. The time-honored Wuhe Escort Bureau in the north had such strong troops and horses in the past few years, and the general branch number in Dayao was
The Communist Party of China claimed to have thousands of capable bodyguards, but they were robbed by Xiaoyaoshan. Even the Linzhou bodyguards who were passing through Suzhou were unwilling to pick him up. This kind of self-destructive behavior would have been avoided if Xiaoyaoshan hadn't really forced him to do so.
When you are desperate, which escort agency is willing to do it?
Seeing that the sun was turning to the west, Xiaoyaoshan found a secluded grass nest to take a nap. He also patted the grass clippings on his body and yawned as he stood up. He glanced at the road two hundred steps away. Not even Jia Qiaoer was there.
Fortunately, he deliberately put his slingshot bow in his arms before going down the mountain yesterday. He wanted to shoot two sparrows and burn them as a tooth sacrifice, but now he could only deal with the two cold roasted sweet potatoes in his arms with a sad face.
"Officers and soldiers, officers and soldiers, they all say that one day officers and soldiers will come to suppress us, but up to now we haven't even seen a single soldier, officers and soldiers!"
On the left hand side of a villager's gangster dressed as a farmer is a basket full of dry goods produced in the fields, and on the right side is a waist knife for protection. The former is the disguise of a farmer on Xiaoyao Mountain, and the latter
This is the little calculation in the mind of the gangster. The road he is staring at is more than twenty miles away from the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain. It is the farthest pair of eyes on the mountain. The gangster who is proficient in martial arts thinks what if
If you can bump into a lonely but incompetent passerby, if you can take care of him, wouldn't it be an unexpected windfall that does not need to be paid to the mountain?
Although Xiaoyao Mountain has not had a large number of people come down to block roads and cut trails for almost half a year, the illustrious reputation accumulated in the past cannot be completely wiped out in just a few months. Even merchants with a little bit of money can't.
He will be stingy with the money he spends hiring road guards. No matter how many steps he has taken in the martial arts, at least the few big men who look strong and powerful can still frighten ordinary thieves. Even though he is alone, he considers himself not to be among the ordinary thieves.
, but only one person has a sword, and there are no brothers on the mountain to raid the formation. Naturally, there is no jumping out and shouting that I opened this road and planted this tree. I want to live from now on and leave the money to buy the road.
As for those guests who were traveling in groups or even alone, we didn't see many of them, and without exception, they all had quite a few brushes to look at. Not to mention the big man who passed by more than two hours ago, with the dragon's head on his shoulder baring his teeth and claws.
His arms were almost as thick as his thighs, and he could slap someone to death with one slap. Looking at him from a distance would make him feel terrified, let alone jumping out to cut a path. Wouldn't that mean his life would be too long?
So I haven't seen anyone who can knead the soft persimmon for many days, so I just muddle along here. Since the king and the other two masters brought dozens of capable people down the mountain, they have no ability to go out and eat.
The old, weak, sick and disabled had to do this hard work exposed to the sun and wind. If there was no oil or water at all, they lost several kilograms to the rampant mosquitoes in the grass.
The cold roasted red potatoes didn't taste good, and the dry goods in the pick were a bit greasy these days. It was a cool autumn when the maples were red and the apricots were yellow, so it was not difficult to find some wild fruits. I sighed and gnawed them in my hands.
After eating two bites, he put the half of the red sweet potato in his arms again, shook it off and tried to slip out of the grass nest.
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Feeling that he couldn't swallow the saliva in his throat, he raised his hand to touch his neck in doubt, feeling a slight tingling and itching.
It stung, but when he looked down, it was bright red. The touch from his fingertips was hard and sharp, with warm moisture. He stumbled forward two steps with full of doubts, stumbled to his knees, and then fell down.
, I didn’t understand what was going on from beginning to end.
Thirty steps away, there was movement in another haystack that had been dormant for half an hour. As the entire haystack slowly rose, people could clearly see what was underneath. It was a sharp-eyed man holding a short crossbow.
The vigorous man looked around and there was no other movement. He walked quickly to the side of the minion whose body was twitching from time to time. He clamped his arms on the minion's head and twisted it hard, only to hear a crisp sound like breaking a dead branch.
After a violent convulsion, the dying man made no sound anymore.
After pulling out half of the arrow protruding from the minion's throat, the man raised his hand to signal. Not far away, two more haystacks were opened, and there were two more equally capable men.
They are all the best scouts in the Suzhou army. The three men, disguised from head to toe with dead branches and grass, gathered around one place after covering the corpses and blood stains of the minions. They spent a very short time to determine the direction and time before leaving.
Under the reflection of the setting sun, they disappeared into the mountains, forests and vegetation again. The twilight was an excellent cover for them to kill.
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"It's not even two hours after dark, and everyone is sleeping like a dead pig, sleeping, sleeping, and in their dreams they have their heads cut off!" Zhao Hou'er kicked him awake with a bamboo strip lantern and huddled on the rock wall at the foot of the mountain.
The man snoring loudly in the corner cursed fiercely at the top of his lungs, "Teacher, when you see this, you'll be whipped again."
The minion who wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Zhao Hou'er. Not long ago, this guy was still a big minion, but now he has become a small boss, so he is easy to talk to. If he can't tolerate sand in his eyes,
Master Jiang came here in person, and he was afraid that before he could say anything, the whip would be whipped down, and he would teach those guys on the mountain a lot of jokes.
"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for the tip." The man holding a long gun with a white wax pole standard in the Suzhou army said flatteringly, "Young man must have been very energetic in the second half of the night, let alone a human being, not even an insect can fly over.
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Zhao Hou'er is the only one so far who has been on the line with the fifth master who has taken a solid position in the new mountain. Although there are a thousand people in Xiaoyao Mountain, they are all under the king, but they still have to get along with who.
The first master is a little more friendly. The master, who is also the second master, has a close relationship with the king, so it should be the best tree to enjoy the shade. However, the master is usually very unaccommodating, and he has very few people who can be called his confidants.
Not much, as for the third and fourth masters, they are both equally weak, each accounting for half of the remaining minions and bosses on Xiaoyao Mountain.
The man with the spear in his arms is one of the few people on this mountain who has not yet surrendered to the mountain. Although he does not need to pay homage to the mountain as a gift, he is empty-handed and there is no leader with some status in Xiaoyao Mountain to recommend him.
Naturally, no one was willing to pay attention to it, so they were often annoyed by the subordinates of the third and fourth masters.
"I heard that our fifth leader is an excellent person?"
"That's natural. I think the way the fifth leader went up the mountain was the way we led him." Zhao Hou'er snorted with a nasal voice, "The fifth leader not only took the fifth position in our Xiaoyao Mountain at such a young age,
The top spot, I also insist on my own martial arts skills, and I can compete with Master Jiang in a try, not to mention that it is just a meeting to show the way, and I casually gave a few taels of silver as a reward, do you think it is okay?"
After hesitating for a moment, he finally said: "I am helpless in the mountains. Brother, you know that. If you can help me introduce you..."
"It's certainly a great thing to be the fifth in charge of a family, but there's no reason why you have to pay me a visit just because you are so red-faced and white-fanged." Zhao Hou'er couldn't laugh or cry, "No matter how many, there must be something interesting."
On Xiaoyao Mountain, I had witnessed and heard a lot of worldly things. The minions who were born as farmers, of course, knew what Zhao Houer meant. Without saying a word, he collected all the scattered silver he had on him and handed over half a sling of copper plates.
In the past, Zhao Houer accepted the money as ordered, but the half-slapped copper plate was pushed back: "There is no reason to use copper plates to do things."
"The ugly talk is ahead, we will just recommend it. If the fifth master really doesn't want to see him, there is no other way." Zhao Hou'er carefully put the few small pieces of silver into his wallet, and his face turned pale when he saw this.
Then he said a few words of relief, "But given the temperament of the fifth leader, as long as you don't make any big mistakes during this period, I can remember you as a person."
After listening to the many words of gratitude, Zhao Houer was quite shy, but his face was thick enough, so he covered it up. Zhao Houer had the eyesight to not recognize Mount Tai, and the fifth leader of the family was not a real person.
Just because the exposed master gave him a few taels of silver for nothing, just because he exposed it doesn't mean he doesn't take it to heart. If one day in the future he thinks of the day he went up the mountain and wants to settle accounts, he will tell the monkey.
I don't dare to think about how miserable my son's fate will be.
Nowadays, Zhao Houer is doing the job of patrolling the mountains. He has become a night owl and has to break his legs every day. However, he still has some power in his hands.
A stupid young man like this gangster is more than enough. Today, he has accumulated dozens of taels of silver, and one day he will find a comprehensive way to convert the big money into two beautiful ingots.
He put his big silver head into his pocket, and when he put it in his pocket for the fifth master's cashier, he also gathered a group of confidants. Thinking of this, even Zhao Hou'er himself began to admire his ability to kill two birds with one stone at every turn.
His clever calculations seem to be no worse than Master Jiang's.
Recalling Master Jiang's instructions, Zhao Hou'er solemnly patted the other shoulder of the man who was carrying the spear: "I have grown a few more eyes and ears in recent days. When the king returns to the mountain, I will withdraw your spies. After all the hard work,
You eat and drink some of them, and you share the money."
"Young man is short-sighted, and I need you to explain it to me, Brother Zhao." The man expressed his doubts in a flattering tone, "Although it was not early for me to go up the mountain, I have seen hundreds of officers and soldiers being killed by one of my brothers on the mountain.
Even the high-ranking officials in the county had their heads removed by the king. I haven't heard of any sects in the world making any commotion. You said that the master put up such a big battle, and he was very defensive.
What kind of god is he?"
Yes, what kind of god are you guarding against?
Zhao Hou'er, who was responsible for patrolling the mountain, had heard a lot of gossip these days, and coupled with Master Jiang's unprecedented instructions, he felt a little unspeakably panicked, but he couldn't tell what the reason was.
But when the king returns to the mountain in a few days, no matter what kind of god he is, can he be the opponent of our king? He will be killed with three punches and two kicks!
I just don’t know when the king will return to the mountain.