Chapter 93 The final battle between Fulong Village and Menghu Village
“Are these guys not smart? What grudges are there?”
The seven people and one dog in Fulong Village stared at the challenge book After a long time, I summarized it in one sentence.
Xin Zhuo also didn’t expect that people from Menghu Village would come to visit you. The most insignificant thing in life is that you don’t care at all and the other party is always trying to mess with you.
Cui Ying'er rolled up her hair by her ears and said, "Is it because of what happened at Fufeng Mansion last time? When we went to moral kidnapping, the last letter from the boss to Menghu Village stirred up I caught their desire to compare and fell into the trap, which is quite interesting if you think about it.”
"That's right!"
When talking about this, the thieves couldn't help but laugh.
Murong Xiu rubbed his nose and said seriously: "I have found out their identities. The new heads are all foreigners with good backgrounds. That day they imitated us and rushed to the gate of Fufeng Mansion. , but as a result, I stood on the right wing of the frontier army and was hacked by the Dongyi cavalry.
Later, we ran away, but they didn't. He ran away and was left in the city as a rebel. After being praised by the people, he was kidnapped by the anti-morality.
After several battles, he rushed faster than anyone else, with more than a hundred people. , only about thirty people died, but their death for the country was not in vain, they died heroically, they were heroes, but... poof!"
Unable to hold back, he laughed again.
Those dead bandits were indeed ferocious and heroic, but the word "hero" may not be what they wanted. They were afraid that they would scold their leaders for being ridiculous.
"It is indeed admirable, but it seems that we are afraid of death and are not aware enough!"
Xin Zhuo sighed with emotion and concluded: "So, they felt that they were cheated by us afterwards. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. With so many brothers gone, are you determined to seek revenge and fight to the death?"
The thieves stopped laughing, Murong Xiu frowned and said: "That's what he meant!"
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"Practice it first and see the pros and cons."
Xin Zhuo took out a brush and paper, drew pictures and character proportions, and everyone gathered around.
Then,
the situation is not optimistic!
The thoughts of the heads of the Menghu Village are unknown. I don’t know if they are the young masters of wealthy families just joking around, or if they really want to be bandits. However, these people are not low-level. The leader, Shangguan Fan Qingci, is a sixth-rank or sixth-grade man. Grade 7, the remaining two are Grade 7, and five or six are Grade 8.
In contrast, only Xin Zhuo and Murong Xiu were able to fight, and Cui Ying'er and the others had no room to fight back.
Not to mention, even if nearly a hundred people were killed in Menghu Village, there were still three hundred young men, among whom there was a mixture of fish and dragons, and there seemed to be a lot of martial arts.
You really can’t underestimate anyone. The result of being underestimated is that you will really be played to death.
In the Juyi Hall, the atmosphere was a bit solemn.
After a while, Cui Ying'er asked: "What's the boss's idea?"
All the thieves also look to their leader. Once such things as backbone and dependence are developed, they will become inertia.
Xin Zhuo looked down the mountain: "Have you ever looked down the mountain? Have anyone from Menghu Village come here?"
Bai Jian rubbed his nose carefully, and his mother smiled and said, "I I went down to take a look, and there were only about a dozen minions guarding the exit. I set up a secret sentry so that someone could come up and give me an early warning.
The bosses must have just returned from Fucheng and thought they needed a night's rest! No one understands them better than me."
Xin Zhuo suddenly looked strange and asked, "Is there really a lot of resentment among the people in Ping'an County?"
Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang looked at each other, a little confused. What does this have to do with Ping'an County? Still nodded: "It's very big, scary."
"Very good, there's still one day left, plenty of time!"
Xin Zhuo stretched: "Seven versus three hundred , the advantage is mine! First stabilize the Tiger Village, and then conquer it. Use the fire to trick them again!”
The thieves looked at each other, and finally got excited when they heard this sentence again: “Seven versus three hundred, the advantage is mine, haha...”
……
There are indeed men from the Tiger Village patrolling at the foot of the mountain. There are not many of them, more than ten people, but they are enough to block all exits going down the mountain.
The heads of Menghu Village are indeed not here, because Menghu Village is hosting a banquet tonight.
Funeral, white seats.
In the mountain col next to Sanqian Cave, the lights are brightly lit at the moment, and white silk, paper figures, and paper horses are arranged in a mess.
Not far away, there are hundreds of tombs, but they are strangely neat and orderly.
The old and weak women and children were sad, but not much, because the more than 100 people who died were all the best in martial arts, the most ruthless, murderous, and full of crimes. They had no family at all, and they usually beat and kicked their own people. , high pressure control. In other words, when King Xin was around, he stayed honest for a while.
Sun Wu is a man who is both coarse and fine. He was specially selected when he took people to Fucheng.
"What a fucking batch! I really can't swallow this breath!"
In the heavy snow, there were more than ten banquet tables, full of chicken, fish, meat, eggs, melon and fruit snacks and drinks. The supplies included paper men and horses, which were definitely not available in Menghu Village. However, when they came back, they robbed Ping'an County again.
Even the trumpet class and paper-making craftsmen also looted a group, because they were rebels, moral kidnapping - anti-moral kidnapping - moral kidnapping, this thing is really hard to explain.
The speaker was Sun Wu. His arms and legs were all bandaged with gauze. He wore a nondescript filial piety hat on his head. His face was stained with blood and dust. He looked both fierce and dejected. He slapped his thigh and it hurt. Suck straight out of your mouth.
Not only him, but also Jiang Hezhu and other young masters at the same table have long lost their original romantic aura. They all have tattered clothes, sloppy beards, and scars, and look more like bandits than bandits.
Shangguan Fan Qing is a little better, but the benefits are limited. He is dirty and his hair is very messy: "So, Fulong Village must be punished?"
"It must be punished! "Jiang Hezhu took a big gulp of wine and squinted his eyes. The handsome face was twisted and gloomy: "Xin Zhuo, this thief, talks about justice, but he is actually a scoundrel, a son of a bitch. He deceived us and escaped with his own people. Is this a human being? He is simply not a son of a human being! If If you don’t kill him, I’ll be upset!”
"That's right!"
Everyone agreed, especially Sun Dali, the former owner of Golden Hook Gambling House, who stretched out his right hand with two broken fingers and said with a cruel look: "Don't forget, he also asked us After giving birth, I felt so stuck in my chest that I couldn't help but give him a challenge!"
"But..." Haitang girl, who was covered in dirt, whispered: "From now on. From beginning to end, he didn’t deal with us. It’s our own responsibility to lose money, and it’s our own responsibility to go to the battlefield.”
The whole table fell silent.
Jiang Hezhu's eyes turned red: "Miss Haitang, are you confused? Don't you understand the principle that the first evildoer must be punished since ancient times? Have you never heard of the word culprit? Tens of thousands of taels of silver, a hundred or so Human life! ”
"Oh." Haitang girl was speechless. She didn't know who was right and who was wrong.
"The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. He is holding the hand of his son and growing old together with him. In his dream, the pear blossoms are crushing the begonias. In short, Xin Zhuo is not guilty but guilty, but it is said that he has now gone to Qiugong Pavilion. "
Shangguan Fan Qing's eyes flashed, and he raised his thighs, full of gangsterism: "Let's besiege Fulong Village first, kill all his subordinates, and control him. Ask him if he is convinced, and then take him to Qiugong Pavilion, which not only destroys Xin Zhuo's arrogance, but also kills his heart, and does not offend Qiugong Pavilion. This is simply... a fox pretending to be a tiger."
Original! He had no ill intentions toward Xin Zhuo, he just thought it was interesting, but he was inexplicably stimulated by the other party. He went to the battlefield and worked desperately for half a month, with only resentment and resentment, right or wrong, so he didn't mention it.
"Wonderful! It's safe to say that you have a master!" Everyone couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded, full of confidence.
"Report!"
At this moment, two bandits came out of the snow, carrying a pair of elegiac couplets, and hurried up: "Broken couplets sent from Fulong Village!"
< br>Everyone looked at each other and quickly gathered around, only to see:
First couplet: The voice and smile are still there.
Second couplet: Driving a crane to the west, there will be no return.
Horizontal comment: The heroes of Menghuzhai will last forever.
Leave a message: From all of Fulong Village.
It rhymes quite a bit.
Everyone was silent for a while. They really didn't expect this elegiac couplet. After all, even if the bandit became a ghost, he might not be able to understand it.
But how ironic is this? Do you mean to send us back to the west on a crane?
Sun Wu hesitated for a moment and cursed loudly: "Who are you scolding? Everyone is dead, where is the voice and smile? Whoever rides a crane in our fierce tiger village will not be killed by falling? This son of a bitch Xin Zhuo has evil thoughts!"< br>
Jiang Hezhu took a deep breath and said coldly: "A cat cries and a mouse pretends to be kind." Sad, sacrifice the flag at noon tomorrow, attack at night, kill without mercy!"
Shangguan Fan Qing nodded: "Okay!"
As he said, he turned around and shouted: "Blow the suona and sing the little opera. ”
……
At dawn the next day, the first afterglow appeared in the eastern sky, and seven figures in tattered clothes appeared on the snow in front of the east gate of Ping'an County.
“If you don’t want to be played to death by those guys, you have to take it seriously. According to the plan, the success rate must be 70%.”
“Okay, the boss!”
(End of this chapter)