"The steward and patrol at the armory are all our people. Don't worry about that. Our main opponent now is the county governor Tumuhar. This man is a fifth-grade palace guard. Once he is allowed to wear armor, we will have no one."
I can stop it." Chen Lianqing said solemnly.
A fifth-level master carries a weapon and uses his horse power to charge. The power is terrifying when you think about it.
"On the garrison side, one-third of our personnel are internal responders. We must concentrate our efforts and deal with Tumuhar first so that we can suppress the garrison as quickly as possible." Chen Lianqing explained clearly.
"Who will take action? Over there at the county government, the terrain is complicated, and there are police officers and guards to protect him. There are also patrolling soldiers from time to time. It is too difficult to assassinate Tumuhar first under the powerful crossbow." The scribe shook his head.
"Don't worry, the higher ups will concentrate their efforts on solving this problem." Chen Lianqing said solemnly.
The master has already arranged for three masters, including him, to join forces to assassinate Tumuhar.
Tumuhar was a key figure sent by Lingting to suppress the warlords in Huaxin County. He was the person with the highest status in the entire county.
He is extremely powerful in martial arts and is in his prime, which is the most difficult time to deal with him.
But the uprising is imminent, and no matter how hard it is to bite, we must bite it off as soon as possible.
When the time comes, the three of them, headed by Master Zhang Xuan, the 1st and 5th grade, and the 2nd and 4th grade will join forces to plan a sneak attack.
If it is a spacious place, you can achieve success if you use a powerful crossbow to shoot from a long distance.
"Leader, Na Tumuhar... is not that easy to deal with. The Tianxiong Order he practiced is from Lingting Xuehong Pavilion martial arts, which is very powerful. This man was once a military commander who retired from the battlefield.
A body of murderous martial arts that has been honed over time...One or two of the ordinary martial arts masters of the same level are no match for them..."
Xuehong Pavilion is an organization of Great Spirit that specializes in collecting strange martial arts and martial arts from all over the world.
Only martial arts that are truly powerful, practical, and powerful will be included.
In addition, Xuehong Pavilion also has the function of developing stronger military weapons.
Over the years, a large number of military weapons and martial arts have emerged, which have greatly helped the Great Spirit Army on the battlefield.
The martial arts of Daling's army are number one, and they are not just strong in equipment and archery skills.
Chen Lianqing didn't understand that Tumuhar was powerful, so he was silent after hearing this.
"The higher-ups certainly know this."
She said solemnly.
"No matter how difficult it is, someone has to do it!"
She clenched her hands into fists.
"If you resist, someone will die. What are we gathering here for? Don't the higher-ups know that we will die? Aren't they afraid?"
People around him fell silent, and the wind howled in the forest.
Although the sun is strong, there seems to be no warmth at all.
"Who would be willing to take this road if they were not forced to do so?" Chen Lianqing's eyes revealed a trace of hatred.
Just like her, the people around her also had hatred in their eyes.
If the people present were not forced into desperation, who would be willing to risk their lives?
The family is broken up, the wife is separated, the parents are dead, the family property is taken away, etc.
Everyone present was not forced into a desperate situation by Ling Tinghao, and even his own life and death were at stake.
"Everyone...Success or failure depends on this." Chen Lianqing pulled out the short knife from his waist.
The others paused for a while.
They also raised all kinds of weapons on their bodies.
There are knives, sticks, rusty daggers, and even hoes.
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Near the Bai family caravan, in the mountains and forests.
"Your name is Zhang Rongfang, right?" Qi Shan was still impressed by the little Taoist priest in front of him.
When he was escorting Xiao Qingying down the mountain, Zhang Rongfang almost saw through him halfway.
At that time he was deeply impressed by the man's agility.
"For the sake of your fellow disciples, you are bound to the spot and are not allowed to make a sound. I won't hurt you." Qi Shan said in a gentle voice.
Zhang Rongfang looked at the group of people in front of him, and his eyes fell on the masks on their faces.
He really didn't want to fight with these people, unlike Chen Wuyou and the Shao family.
There is no need to fight to the death between them.
But if he were asked to restrain himself and give up all resistance, he would naturally not want to.
"Brother Qishan, why do you have to be so aggressive? We are all in the same class... If you have anything to do, you can sit down and talk about it." Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.
"Are you really ignorant or are you just pretending?" Qishan had no time to waste with the other party.
If the conversation continues, will he take action?
Zhang Xuan's plan is very big, so he must be arrested as soon as possible and brought back for interrogation.
"Forget it, if you want to blame, blame your bad luck." Qi Shan stopped talking nonsense and waved his hand.
Regardless of whether Zhang Rongfang knew about Zhang Xuan or not, he would be dead or alive if he was brought back this time.
In any case, rebellion is a serious crime of confiscating one's family and annihilating one's clan. As a close disciple of Zhang Xuan, once he is convicted, he will not even think about running away.
He and all his relatives will all die.
Immediately, two masked men rushed forward.
Zhang Rongfang dodged left and right, making it impossible for the two of them to get close.
He knew that Qishan was from Tangsha Prison, and he didn't want to completely fall out with him. He also didn't understand why these people came here and dressed up like this.
So for a while he didn't take action, just dodged.
"Senior brother, no matter what you want to do, just pretend that we have never bumped into each other this time, okay?"
While dodging, Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice.
After seeing the fate of the Chen family, he was unwilling to conflict with the Tangsha Prison.
Now that Tang Sha is about to succeed the palace master, he represents the orthodoxy of the Qinghe Palace. To oppose him is to oppose the entire officialdom.
"Huh? His body skills are pretty good. No wonder he dared to stand in front of me and shout." Qi Shan saw that Zhang Rongfang was using the Misty Step, and he suddenly looked surprised.
"I've never seen it happen naturally." He held the long stick with both hands, "I will agree to it when you lie down!"
Before he finished speaking, his burly figure rushed forward, unfolded the traditional egret stick technique with his long stick, and hit Zhang Rongfang's head with the stick.
The 13-pound long stick fell heavily, making a dull whistling sound. If it hit a person's head, with the strength of Qishan, at least the skull would be dented and the head would be severely concussed.
call!
The long brown stick rolled up the fallen leaves, created a whirlwind, and trembled with a strange stick technique before falling hard on the right side of Zhang Rongfang's forehead.
well....
Suddenly there was a sigh.
Swish.
The long stick narrowly missed the front of his forehead, barely missing the target.
But for some reason, this point seems like a chasm that cannot be crossed.
Zhang Rongfang suddenly retreated a few meters and lowered his head.
"Brother, actually...I, really...really..."
When.
He held the wish wheel high in his hand to block the incoming long stick.
"you!!?"
Qi Shan pressed down crazily with both arms, but the strange thing was that no matter how hard he pressed down, the long stick remained motionless.
“It’s just a subpar trail!!”
Qi Shan retracted his long stick in disbelief, struck the reeds with one move, and struck with all his strength.
"Let me see where you are hiding!!"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared.
"Senior brother..."
Zhang Rongfang's voice came faintly from behind him.
"Why don't you understand that a person only has one life..."
Qishan stumbled, his face full of disbelief, and he touched his neck tremblingly.
There was a huge gap there, with blood and air leaking out continuously.
He couldn't understand.
unbelievable.
Why does such a young Taoist priest have such terrifying body skills and the power to block his attacks...
He doesn't understand....
Plop.
He fell to the ground, and the blood continued to spread, moistening along the soil at the bottom of the grass roots.
There were screams one after another in my ears.
In dense woods.
The last thing Qishan saw was a ghostly, silent figure, easily avoiding attacks from others and harvesting the lives of his subordinates.
Not long after.
The last body lay on its back.
Zhang Rong mentioned the Wish Lun expressionlessly.
The cutting edge of Li Shang and the body of the wheel were covered with splashes of blood. At this time, after some oxidation, some parts had turned light dark red.
"Don't blame me... If you want to blame me, blame you for having evil thoughts..."
As long as there is a first time for murder, there will always be a second time, a third time... or even more.
And once he kills Qishan, he must kill everyone present.
Otherwise, there will be more trouble if the secret is leaked.
The huge difference in movement speed made it easy for him to do this.
He gently wiped away the blood from the wound with the corpse's clothes, then turned around and left silently.
He really didn't want to kill anyone.
But others always want to hurt him.
In order not to be harmed, he had no choice but to eliminate the source of the harm.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is fine.
'The fewer people in this world who want to hurt others, the more peaceful and stable it will be. So I am doing a good deed.'
"I don't want to live in a world where I'm always on guard against others. So I can only do my best to eliminate evil..."
Zhang Rongfang now kills people and is no longer as frightened as he was at the beginning.
With sharp weapons and strange movement speed, even those who are stronger than him will definitely be defeated as long as they are slower than him.
Soon, Zhang Rongfang returned to Qishan's body and quickly started packing everyone's money bags.
It's a pity, maybe because they knew what they were going to do when they came out, so they put their money bags in advance and didn't take them with them.
Zhang Rongfang collected more than a dozen people and found only two money bags.
And there were only four taels of silver in these two money bags, which was enough to cover the hiring expenses of the two escort agencies.
What is more valuable are the weapons carried by these people.
It's a pity that Zhang Rongfang couldn't take these weapons to sell.
He could only choose and take a close-fitting dagger from Qishan.
Quickly throwing all the corpses to the back of the hillside, he then circled around, returned to the stream, and washed himself.
From the beginning to the end, because of his movement speed that was close to the fifth-grade level, no one suffered any injuries.
There is a group of people in Qishan. Although there are many people, they cannot form an effective encirclement in the mountains and forests.
Every time they fought, at most two of them would take action together.
In other words, Zhang Rongfang has always been only equivalent to one against two.
Due to the terrain restrictions and the limitations of the opponent's cooperation, more than ten people could not keep up with Zhang Rongfang's speed.
There are so many blockers that can be used.
Not long after, he returned to the convoy and returned to his position behind the bullock cart as if nothing had happened.
Yang Hongyan was using a piece of clean silk cloth to place the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, sugar cakes, pine nut cakes, meat pies, etc. that had been prepared in advance one by one.
There were two small wine bottles placed beside it.
One seal is red and the other is white.
"There are also small portions of wine and dark horse milk wine here. Rong Fang, you can come and eat too."
Yang Hongyan gently invited.
Zhang Rongfang stepped forward and returned the water bag.
"Thank you very much, sister-in-law."
The faint aroma of wine seemed to suppress the faint smell of blood on his body for a while.