Chapter 22 Stop! Robbery!
The autumn sun in the afternoon is still hot. Due to the two rains in the past few days, and the fierceness of the mountains, there are few passers-by. Many belated autumn buds are sparsely sprouted on the official road.
Six pairs of eyes poked out from the thick thorn bushes on the side, staring intently at the end of the road.
Xin Zhuo finally decided to go down the mountain to rob, not only to put out the fire in Menghu Village, but more importantly, Fulong Village was going to run out of food again, and in his heart, he still had some inexplicable impulse and desire for the craft of robbery. Little interest.
I watched too many TV dramas in my previous life, and I often brought in the side of justice, viewing the vulgar bandits’ robberies from the perspective of the male and female protagonists. Now that I have changed my perspective, the experience is very novel.
"I'm sure there are no arrests around. The government most likely thinks we don't have the guts to go down the mountain."
Bai Jianxi made a judgment after scanning the bushes and reeds in all directions with a professional eye.
"Our boss is too fierce, leaving a small number of policemen is not enough. The government is a broken pot." Huang Dagui analyzed it matter-of-factly.
"This is because there are few people in our village and there is little harm. The nearby mountain roads are under martial law. Very few people pass by. Of course the government will not care. I am not afraid of attacking you. It is very likely that you will not meet a single passerby when you go down the mountain this time. . ”
Cui Yinger changed into a tight outfit, her figure was convex and concave, and her recognizable fox eyes and cold face gave her a unique look.
"Sister Ying'er, don't be a spoiler." Han Qiniang's bright peach blossom eyes blinked, "If there are no passers-by, wouldn't we be waiting in vain? If we can't put out the fire in Menghu Village, is it possible to attack Fufeng City? What do you think, the boss? ?”
“Sit and watch”
Xin Zhuo's eyes were sore, so he simply sat in the shade and said, "Of course it's best if you can put out the fire. Let's talk about it if you can't. We can do it with the greatest sincerity."
In fact, if the government is dedicated to exterminating the tigers, Zhai may not care about the small fights on his side unless he does something big.
He then thought about it and asked curiously: "By the way, if there is a robbery, how should we fight? Just attack them when we rush in, or shout slogans to scare them?"
Xin Zhuo was full of curiosity about this. If it was a bloody massacre, what was the difference between it and the Tiger Village?
"Master, if you ask me, you're asking the right person." Huang Dagui moved his butt and shook his head arrogantly, "This is robbery, I'm very knowledgeable, three to three without beating, one to coax "Two shocks and three sweeps."
"Oh? Tell me in detail." Xin Zhuo became interested.
“The three dozen are those with few guards, those with big backpacks, and those with carriages; the three no-fights are the one-no-messengers. The messengers have no money left, and they are delivering important things to the government. If a document is robbed, it is easy for the government to retaliate, which is boring. Otherwise, it is a familiar escort agency. The escorts usually greet them in advance and give them gifts, and then rob them, which is unkind. If you don't fight three times... you can't beat them.
The first is to coax, both sides have equal strength, and the second is to coax and save some property to avoid using swords and guns; the second is to kill a few who dare to resist. , suppressed them and left a large amount of money; the three lootings were caused by the other party's stubborn resistance. If we injured our hands, we would not stop fighting, and we would also want people if we wanted money."
"What a bandit culture, I have learned a lesson!"
Xin Zhuo bowed his hand.
Huang Dagui laughed and was about to say a few words of humility and brag about his glorious achievements when he heard Han Jiulang in the grass in front of him shout: "Master, here comes the fat sheep!"
"Sheep" is the word used by bandits to refer to people who have been robbed, and "fat sheep" means that the person who comes is very fat.
Xin Zhuo quickly looked out through the grass and saw a group of black dots slowly approaching at the end of the official road facing the sun.
Vaguely visible were a carriage, six mounted guards, and a driver, with an unknown person inside.
The carriage is a carriage with two horses and two wheels, a silver roof, and red nylon curtains; the horse guards are well-dressed men with tall horses and straight waists.
This kind of battle usually involves wealthy people, or very wealthy people. Just six horses and a cart are astronomically expensive.
"Sure enough, he is very fat and has a head! The second in charge guessed wrong, hahaha..." Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxian let out warm and strange laughs.
“Don’t be too quick to be happy!” Cui Ying’er pressed the handle of the knife with her right hand and said coldly: “Let’s take a look at the strength of the six knights first, otherwise we won’t lose our lives in vain.”
"Then let's take a look again."
The thieves gathered their breath and concentrated, lying prone in the grass, looking straight with their eyes.
"Da da da..."
The convoy slowly approached, and the horses' hooves and wheels made rhythmic tapping sounds. The six knights on the horses had bright eyes, but their expressions were extremely It's easy, and you don't have to be wary because you are approaching the foot of the Thief Village Mountain.
The driver driving the carriage even fell asleep with his eyes slightly closed.
"You can take action. There are six guards, four without rank, two with ninth rank, and two ninth rank. Leave the two ninth ranks to me and Qiniang. You can deal with the rest, and the boss will be the backup to raid the formation!"
The calmest one! Cui Ying'er did not consult the boss's opinion and issued orders in an orderly manner.
“Kill!” The five men were like a rainbow, kicking away the bushes, waving their weapons, and dived down.
Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then he found the courage to follow suit with the notch Yan Fei Dao.
"I built this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to go this way, leave money to buy the road. If you dare to say no, you will come and grab your head. Die in the wilderness, and the supervisor will not bury him..."
Huang Dagui rushed to the front. He was already tall, and with a beard on his face and wielding a sword, he had a somewhat intimidating demeanor of a mountain king.
"Pull your head, oh ho..." Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang waved their swords and followed them with a roar.
This damn robbery scene, although the lines are a bit crude, is so exciting.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but his face flushed, his heart was ups and downs, and he immediately doubted his nature. Why was he excited? Is it possible that I was born to be a bad guy?
"Xi Lulu..."
The convoy suddenly stopped, the horses roared, the six mounted guards looked at each other, frowned, and then without saying a word, they pulled out the sharp knives at their waists and jumped on their horses.
They are all well-trained experts.
“Kill!”
“Ping Pong...”
Two waves of people, one step at a time, strangled them in one place instantly.
Cui Ying'er and the other five thought they had been trained frequently by their grandfather during his lifetime, and they were very skilled in fighting. Except for the initial attack by the cavalry, which caused a bit of chaos, they quickly stabilized their position.
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang each faced off against a ninth-grade cavalry guard. Huang Dagui was besieged by the two because of his hatred for his chants. Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang faced off against each other. I went and the fight was very impressive.
So, Xin Zhuo is alone.
He was standing in front of the carriage at the moment, holding a notch knife, and he was confused. He had agreed to fight three times without beating, but what about coaxing, shocking, and looting? Just take action directly?
There is an inexplicable embarrassment.
At this moment, the sleepy groom opened his eyes and raised his head. He had a thin beard and wolf-like eyes, but there was a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth. His body changed from laziness to His posture became tense in an instant, and as his true energy surged, his clothes moved automatically without any wind, and his whole body was like a hungry wolf that chooses people to eat.
There is also a hidden master. Sure enough, the groom is not too simple!
Although this groom has not taken action, his blood has already emerged, condensed and true to form, and is three points more powerful than Li Qing and Chai Donghu.
It should be the seventh grade!
Xin Zhuo set a standard, which made him secretly happy. The seventh grade can barely handle it, right? If the groom is a level 3 or 4 master, he can just have a grand finale.
"Bit the thief, wasting time!"
The groom's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he was cursing, but his naturally vicious eyes were as calm as water. He glanced at the crowd and finally landed on Cui Ying. On Er and Han Qiniang.
That’s right! He ignored Xin Zhuo.
A ignorant young man is really not interested.
At this moment, he suddenly stood up. The carriage did not shake at all. His figure was like an arrow leaving the string, and he rushed towards Cui Ying'er, who was slightly closer. He didn't know when he had a sword with a cold light in his hand, and he held the sword flower lightly,
"Crystal Spirit" made a piercing sword cry, the air around the sword twisted, and the shadow of the sword was hidden and surging.
This skill of "condensing the true energy of the sword and releasing the sword energy" was a credit to Xin Zhuo and the thieves who were not knowledgeable, otherwise they would have been frightened.
But Mrs. Ma was still in the air, and she suddenly felt wary. She felt a blade of light facing the setting sun, slashing towards her lower back.
He turned around sharply and saw the crooked and ugly sword of the young man Bai Ding. He couldn't help but chuckle and continued to attack Cui Ying'er without taking it seriously.
"Puff, puff, puff——"
His lower back was stabbed three times, and half of his stomach was almost cut open.
Severe pain hit him, and he couldn't help but twist his body in mid-air, and fell to the ground. He took three steps back with a thump, leaving blood all over the ground.
Then he looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise, who was still holding the knife crookedly, and his expression changed drastically.
(End of this chapter)