Jun Jiuling

What a chaotic world, there are endless bandits and bandits.

Zhou Zhifu made a smart move.

"What bandit? Where did you report it?" He asked hastily.

General Peng had a strange expression on his face.

"I don't know what kind of bandits." He said, "It was said by a bandit who was lucky enough to roll off the cliff and survived. He said that the vicious bandits robbed and killed them."

The bandits said they were robbed and killed by bandits.

Zhou Zhifu was startled.

It's not that there are no blacks, and there are plenty of blacks and blacks.

"What kind of bandit?" He looked nervously outside the city gate, and Miss Jun and her party were no longer in sight.

General Peng shook his head.

"The bandit was injured too badly, and he died after just saying this." He said, stroking his head, "But Miss Jun should not be so unlucky to meet."

After finishing speaking, seeing Zhou Zhifu glaring at him, he shrugged again.

"Perhaps there is no such bandit at all, it's the dying guy who was frightened and confused." He said hastily.

The magistrate Zhou Zhou and General Peng at the gate of the city watched Miss Jun go away, and a few Jin Yiwei guards on the side of the road outside the gate also watched Miss Jun go.

"It's been a long time since I saw Lord Jin." A Jin Yiwei said, frowning slightly, "Could it be that you have already gone back?"

"Do you want to ask Miss Jun?" the other said.

The leader shook his head.

"Lord Jin only asked us to help once, but he didn't order the rest, and we were not allowed to ask about Miss Jun's affairs," he said.

He turned his horse around at this.

"It's better to follow Lord Lu's order first, and find out the traces of Duke Cheng's son."

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The main road in the middle of the day is empty, and the villages dotted not far away are also deserted, which looks particularly desolate in the middle of winter.

A person slowly came out from the ravine beside the road, and looked around carefully, before he was slapped on the head before he could look twice.

"Look at how cowardly you are!"

A broken voice shouted.

"What's so scary? We're thieves, not ghosts."

In fact, thieves can't see the light.

The person who was beaten flinched, but did not dare to speak out, and let Kailu look at the stout man standing behind him.

This man was more than thirty pairs. A scar on his face made him even more hideous. He held two axes in his waist.

As he jumped onto the main road, twenty or thirty people behind him jumped up from the ravine, all of them were vicious.

"Everyone says that the Qingyuan Mansion is still prosperous." The scarred man looked ahead, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Sure enough, it looks sparsely populated, but there is no sign of ruin."

He said rubbing his hands.

"Brothers, we can have a good fat winter."

The men behind shouted strangely.

The man who led the way before still looked timid.

"Brother Dao, in Qingyuan Mansion, it is said that there are bandits who specialize in killing bandits." He whispered, "The other bandits will either be killed or run away."

Brother Dao scoffed when he heard this.

"Bandits who specialize in killing bandits." He said, "It's nothing more than black eating black."

As he spoke, he swung the double axes in his hand.

"I'm not afraid and it doesn't matter whether he is a bandit or a good citizen. If he meets me, he will die."

The men behind also raised their knives and axes and shouted.

"Let's go, find a fat sheep, eat meat and meat." Brother Dao said, and took the lead.

The crowd followed busily.

The more I went along the road, the happier I was, and I even found a locked gate in a village with captive chickens inside.

This shows that the owner of this house is only going out temporarily to escape, and will come back to visit in the middle.

"This Qingyuan Mansion is really doing well." The man with the scar yelled, "I wouldn't feel this way in any other place."

After that, he split the wooden door with an axe.

The men swarmed in and turned the yard upside down, but unfortunately they didn't find any money or rice.

Sweeping all the way in this village didn't yield much, and in the end, I just hung a dozen chickens on my body.

"This is a good sign." The man with the scar said, "An empty village can be harvested, and we will soon meet fat sheep."

Everyone was excited and happy, only the man who led the way looked uneasy, always looking around carefully.

"Isn't the powerful bandit you mentioned also a legend?" A man whispered to him, "No one has ever seen it before. Don't spoil the boss's interest. The boss has no good temper. Be careful when he cuts you down." Cook it and eat it."

Because all the bandits who saw that gang died.

The man who led the way moved his lips. Looking at the man with the scar in front of him, he couldn't help turning pale when he thought of seeing them eating human flesh by chance. Shout.

As soon as the crowd left the village, they heard a sound of horseshoes, and a group of people and horses came towards them on the main road.

Brother Dao and others hurriedly stopped, and the team also hurriedly reined in, as if they were also taken aback.

This is a group of eleven people, most of them are thin men in their 30s and 40s. The bulging horses seem to be covered with something, and there is also a young woman in this group.

The eyes of Brother Dao and his party suddenly lit up, with surprise on their faces.

"Fat sheep!" they shouted.

"Bandit!" At the same time, the other party also shouted.

Their eyes seemed to light up, and their expressions were also surprised.

surprise? Not right.

Brother Dao and the others were stunned, probably out of fright.

Yes, it must be frightening.

"Brothers." Scar swung the knife in his hand.

Scar is different from other bandits, he never said such things as threatening things like this way is open.

As for the bandits, they can just kill and rob directly, they are not performing tricks, so what do you do with those nonsense.

"Do it."

Scar opened his mouth, but found that a voice spoke before him.

Is it my brothers?

No, it's a female voice.

How could it be a female voice? Misheard?

A thought flashed across his mind, and he saw the man on the other side pinch the horse's belly, and the horse raised its hooves immediately.

want to run?

Thinking beautifully, do you think there is nothing we can do? We've been horse thieves for years!

Scar sneered, and subconsciously touched the tripping rope in his waist, but the next moment he found that those people were not about to run, but rushed towards them, and at the same time, like a magic trick, he pulled out a spear from the horse's back.

I go!

Scar's eyes were wide open, his thoughts didn't change, the spear was already in front of him, thanks to his accumulated experience and instinct, he raised the ax to block it.

With a clang, sparks collided between the shiny spear head and the axe.

Scar felt his tiger's jaw go numb, and the ax almost fell to the ground, and he staggered back, trying to escape at least.

But other people were not as lucky as him, and there were screams in their ears.

Scar only felt his scalp go numb, these men rushed in front of them on horseback, with spears in their hands, spearing his brothers on the ground like spearfish.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of the twenty-four people were nailed to the ground, and the others were kicked down by the horse and rolled on the ground.

There were screams again and again.

How is this going?

"It's them!"

A man screamed from behind.

"It's them! They are the ones who kill bandits!"

No way, are there really such people?

And so unlucky to be met by them?

Scar was in a turmoil.

Run away if you can't fight, this is also the secret of scar surviving for so many years.

"Fight with them." He yelled, and smashed the ax in his hand at the people and horses in front of him. It seemed to be an attack, but he turned and ran back to the village.

As long as he ran into that village, he would have a chance not to be caught by these people.

But after only three or four steps, a spear pierced through his back.

Scar slowly fell to the ground and remained motionless.

Unfortunately, I only robbed a chicken.

The screams had gradually subsided, and the men on horseback raised their hands, and one bandit was killed.

The man who led the way saw the scythe in front of him, and for a moment he forgot his fear, and looked behind the man from the corner of his eye.

A young woman was still sitting on the horse on the main road, her face was soft and gentle, as if she was admiring the beautiful winter scenery.

But he still remembered the sound of hands, it was a female voice.

It was that soft female voice that turned them into slaughtered lambs.

It turned out that the leader of this group of bandits was a woman.

He saw it, he knew it, but he was going to die.

With a puff, the sickle cut his neck.

The last man fell to the ground and twitched a few times and remained motionless.

The road was quiet again.

"Call work." Miss Jun said, the horse jumped over a field of dead bodies, stepping forward on bloodstains.

The men stuffed the spears and sickles back under the horse's back to cover them, and urged the horses to follow.