Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"This bandit is here, is he really not lying?"

"And they were surrounded so quickly. Could it be that the bandits were not completely defeated and that they really set up an ambush?"

Thinking of this, Qiao Mu was somewhat impressed by the bandit.

Then he got hard.

His fist hardened.

Qiao Mu stood up, clenched his hands into fists in front of him, and assumed the posture of Changsheng Fist, but his right hand was still shaking slightly, and blood was still oozing out of his arm.

"So that you know, there are no cowards in our Qiao family!" Qiao Mu confronted the bandits with a cold face, his eyes burning like fire:

"Even if I am bare-handed and my hand is half disabled, I will not bow to the bandits like you!"

Qiao Mu fell into the drama instantly.

Ever since he tasted the sweetness of high-quality death, he has fallen into the abyss of pretense.

You have to show off even to death! It would be better if you could die for pretending!

In fact, what he meant was: I am half-disabled now and can be easily killed. The gentlemen should hurry up and collect my head from my neck!

But as Qiao Mu stood up and walked towards him with fists clenched, the bandits surrounding him finally saw his appearance clearly.

"Isn't this person the gun-wielding officer who charged alone?"

"Isn't he already dead? I saw it with my own eyes! Is there an arrow on him that I shot?"

"That god of death is actually still alive?"

"He had so many wounds all over his body. He was stabbed all over. Why are the wounds gone?"

"impossible!"

The bandits were first shocked, then frightened, and then frightened. They all took three steps back and made a big circle.

Resurrection from the dead? The key is that they have already seen the body!

Feudal superstition is so bad... Qiao Mu felt that it was necessary to explain it carefully in order to make these bandits feel at ease and kill him.

"Don't be nervous, I'm dead, now I am my eldest brother Qiao Lin..." Qiao Mu pursed his lips and changed his words:

"Centurion Qiao Mu of Yancheng is my brother, and he died tragically under your sword. I only regret that I came too late and failed to save me...save my biological brother!"

The bandits were confused for a while before someone took a serious look at Qiao Mu's 28-year-old mature face.

"It is indeed not the same person. He is obviously several years older."

"I just saw him attack secretly and assassinate the leader of the officers and soldiers, Lieutenant Chu of Yancheng, with a spear!"

"He was not an officer and soldier, and he killed the leader of the officers and soldiers? So is he an enemy or a friend?"

The bandits fell into a chaotic discussion.

But during the discussion, the eyes that glanced at Qiao Mu were still full of fear and fear.

Qiao Mu, who fought hard and died, left a deep impression on them!

The Qiao Lin in front of him was obviously a fierce man whose momentum was not inferior to Qiao Mu's, and whose strength was even higher than Qiao Mu's.

So what should they do?

"Why don't you ask the boss what he wants?" someone suggested, and soon got the nods of many bandits.

Obviously the boss they call has a very high prestige.

"The Bandit King Song He?" Qiao Mu also became interested.

He just wanted a good death.

Judging from these several battles with the bandits, it is obvious that the bandit king Song He who leads the bandits is not a simple person.

To be able to discover his assassination of Lieutenant Chu so quickly and then surround him, it was obvious that the bandits were not fleeing, but making a strategic retreat.

If Lieutenant Chu rushed in rashly, he might really get killed.

Qiao Mu likes to deal with strong people the most. The stronger the person is, the more dangerous he is and the more valuable he is to gain points.

Chapter 23 Bandit, Wang Songhe

Yancheng.

Lao Huang, Monk and other sergeants were walking in the ranks of officers and soldiers.

Lieutenant Chu was brutally assassinated before retreating, but the officers and soldiers finally returned to Yancheng without any danger.

This trip out of the city to suppress the bandits was not considered a triumph. Even the commander was dead, so morale was a bit low.

The depression of Lao Huang and others had nothing to do with the success or failure of the bandit suppression. They were more concerned about the corpse on their shoulders.

“You’ve reached Yancheng so quickly?”

"I haven't thought about how to talk to the boss's family..."

"Otherwise, it's better to wait until the pension is allocated, then go?"

Lao Huang and others were talking quietly, but they accidentally caught a glimpse of a blind girl with her eyes closed sitting in a noodle shop on the street, facing the street.

They vaguely guessed something, and subconsciously kept silent, just silently carrying the body and continuing to walk.

Fortunately, the blind girl couldn't see anything and didn't seem to notice them passing by.

They finally felt relieved after walking all the way to the military camp.

Facing the bandits, they each have their own abilities. Even Lao Huang, who only knows Iron Crotch Kung Fu, knows how to hide and hide on the battlefield.

But facing the family members of their fallen colleagues, especially those who died for them... is really a headache for them. This is much more difficult than facing bandits.

"Near miss..." Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, Lao Huang was tapped on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work in carrying the body." The person who spoke was a centurion surnamed Chu.

He and Lieutenant Chu were from the same family, so he became his confidant. Captain Chu had also ordered him to collect Qiao Mu's body before.

"The burial of my comrade's body will be handled by dedicated personnel in the military camp, so I don't need to trouble you."

Lao Huang hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Although he is not under the direct jurisdiction of this centurion, after all, the opponent is a ninth-grade military attaché, and the rank of officer is overwhelming. What's more, Lao Huang and others are just ordinary sergeants.

He could only say goodbye.

After Lao Huang left, the centurion looked at Qiao Mu's body and chuckled.

He had no interest in Qiao Mu's remains, but some people did.

Although Lieutenant Chu is dead, he may be able to use this matter to get in touch with the city lord's son.

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Dongshan outside the city.

Qiao Mu didn't put up much resistance and allowed the surrounding bandits to escort him deeper into the forest.

Firstly, he had just used Heavenly Demon Disintegration, and now he was too weak to break through. Secondly, I also want to see who the leader of this bandit is.

After walking through the forest and going up a hill, I saw a rather elegant middle-aged scribe waiting under a tree surrounded by bandits.

"Are you the bandit king?" Qiao Mu was a little surprised.

In his mind, the leader of the bandits should have a rougher appearance.

But he didn't expect that this person had an elegant temperament and a face as white as jade. He was completely a middle-aged scribe with quite a temperament.

The scribe said helplessly:

"My surname is Wang and my name is Song He. The so-called Bandit King's name is actually just someone who doesn't know how to pronounce it and spreads it around."

When Wang Songhe said this, he suddenly covered his mouth with his hands and coughed several times in pain, with blood in his cough.

"Still a weak scholar? That's not right." Qiao Mu frowned slightly.

This man was obviously pale and weak, making Qiao Mu feel even weaker than himself when he had just used Heavenly Demon Disintegration, but he also had a vague sense of danger.

Under the stress, Qiao Mu subconsciously turned his body to Wang Songhe, took half a step back, and raised his hands slightly in a posture to respond to the enemy.

Wang Songhe took Qiao Mu's reaction seriously and just smiled lightly.

"I heard that your surname is Qiao, and you are the brother of Centurion Qiao Mu in the Yancheng Army?"

"That Centurion Qiao Mu is extremely brave, he is indeed a hero."

Wang Songhe's attitude was very kind, so kind that Qiao Mu was surprised, as if the two sides were not life-or-death enemies.

He then said: "Qiao Lin, you are very brave and a good man. Do you want to join me in Dongshan, follow me in this troubled world, and work together to achieve great things?"

Are you starting to recruit me now?

Qiao Mu said suspiciously:

"My brother Qiao Mu died in the hands of you bandits, and he also killed many bandits..."

"You are Qiao Mu's brother, not Qiao Mu himself. Besides, Qiao Mu is dead, so the grudges have naturally been wiped out. You also killed Captain Chu who was in charge of the officers and soldiers, which can be regarded as solving the siege of Dongshan." Wang Songhe talked eloquently:

"In today's world, you kill me and I kill you. Is there anything right or wrong?"

"Is there a possibility that neither you nor I are wrong, but the world is wrong?"

Qiao Mu was silent for a moment.

In the world of bandits, recruiting enemy generals seems to be a common thing.

But that's not important. There's no way he could hide in the mountains and become a bandit.

Qiao Mu said categorically:

"A real man was born between heaven and earth, and he should look up to him without any shame. How can he hide in the mountains and forests, robbing homes and homes to make a living?"

As a ruthless score-boosting machine, Qiao Mu started to get into trouble again. He was deliberately irritating the opponent in an attempt to get a good death.

"It seems that Brother Qiao is quite prejudiced against bandits like us." Wang Songhe was not angry, but smiled slightly:

"Brother Qiao, why not take a guess, where does this bandit come from?"

"How could such a barren land as Dongshan gather so many bandits? This is probably far beyond the expectations of the officers and soldiers, right?"

Qiao Mu remained silent.

He was not a native of Yancheng, so he couldn't guess correctly.

Wang Songhe saw that Qiao Mu was silent, so he explained to himself:

"Ever since Wu Shengren suffered a disastrous defeat in the Alien War, the fortunes of Great Yan's country have turned from prosperity to decline."

"The emperor of this dynasty is weak and incompetent. He only knows how to use all his national power to please others."

"Since then, taxes have become increasingly heavy, the people have been in poverty, and the people have been in dire straits for decades."

"Did you know that a famine broke out in Yancheng a month ago? In the outer city of Yancheng, not to mention ten rooms and nine empty houses, it was only four or five."

"Where do you think so many poor people disappeared?"

Qiao Mu was startled for a moment, glanced at the bandits around him, and asked again:

"Is this why you become bandits?"

Wang Songhe explained:

"Neither you nor I are saints. If we want to survive in today's troubled times, it is almost impossible to avoid getting blood on our hands. We can only try not to do evil."

"Besides, what I want to be is not a bandit who cuts off paths and robs people."

"Oh? Is there a second type of bandit?" Qiao Mu asked.

The middle-aged scribe said:

"The so-called thieves are outlaws, madmen who are not allowed to comply with the laws of Great Flame."

"And the so-called mountains..." Wang Songhe stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the mountains in the distance:

"There are many mountains in this world."

"Some mountains are above the wilderness, and they are huge enough to separate the yin, yang and dusk."

"Some mountains are in people's hearts. They have no shape but make it difficult for people to walk."