The territory of Shangqi is the smallest compared to the three Western countries. The other two countries have a wider territory. In fact, a hundred years ago, these three countries were one family. They were called Daqi in history. They were powerful and looked at Zhongzhou. However, due to some unknown reasons a hundred years ago, , fell apart and divided into three parts, from north to south, namely Shangqi State, Qiling State and Yizhang State.
However, there is not much friction between the three countries, and they all seem to be willing to live their own lives. Over the past century, the number of troops stationed on the borders of each country has been reduced by more than half, but the borders adjacent to the three countries are still peaceful and worry-free.
Nangong Mountain is located in the southernmost border of Yizhang State. The mountain is very high and penetrates the clouds and mist.
At this time, at the foot of Nangong Mountain, two waves of grass were fighting with bare arms.
The people of Yizhang are brave and advocating force, but the court seems unwilling to control this trend. As a result, there are so many gangs in the world. Even under the imperial city, if conflicts arise between gangs, they can be beaten without fail, as long as they don't cause trouble. No one was killed, but the policemen turned a blind eye and pretended not to notice.
Although Nangong Mountain is a secluded place, far away from human habitation, it is still unavoidable. Two waves of Jianghu gangs are located on the east and west sides of the foot of the mountain. The west gang is called the White Tiger Gang, the east gang is called the Qinglong Gang, and the gang is called the Qinglong White Tiger Zhuque Xuanwu. There are probably hundreds of them in the entire Yizhang, and there are often two. The two gangs arranged a fight, only to find that both gangs were called the Xuanwu Gang, which was indeed a bit ridiculous.
The two gangs of Green Dragon and White Tiger recently had a dispute over the division of territory at the foot of the mountain. After several negotiations to no avail, they simply put aside the unnecessary nonsense and showed their skills. The winning method of Jianghu gangs to resolve disputes is nothing more than this.
At this moment, the battlefield has gradually become clearer. The members of the Qinglong Gang are very strong, and they are much larger than the other gang members in terms of size. In comparison, the members of the White Tiger Gang suddenly stand out and are very embarrassed. In addition, there were several blacksmiths in the Qinglong Gang who stocked their shops with iron locks and many sharp steel forks. The thing in their hands was much more powerful than the hoe, shoulder pole, table legs in the opponent's hand, so the battle situation was quite disadvantageous for the White Tiger Gang.
After the big man at the head of the Qinglong Gang knocked one person down with a steel fork, he shouted to the west, "Zhao Zizi, if you don't come out, I will break the legs of your group of birdmen and throw them to the street to feed the old dogs."
After that, he spat hard at the few thin White Tiger gang members lying on the ground. "It's too annoying to feed a dog."
Suddenly a gust of wind hit him, causing severe pain in the back of the big man's head. Then he lay down limply, his world spinning.
In the eyes of everyone, there was a young man galloping down the mountainside, and he arrived in a blink of an eye, like a tiger escaping from the gate and an antelope jumping into a stream, but in his hand, he was still carrying a one-foot-square bluestone brick.
In gang fights, ruthless attacks are rare, and at most there are only flesh wounds. Most of the gangsters are veterans. When fighting, they should know where to hit, and even if they see blood, it will not be a big deal. It's really rare to see someone with a huge blue brick covering the back of his head like today.
The ruthless attack was of course very effective. The members of the Qinglong Gang were worried about causing harm to their lives, and the gang leader was still in the hands of the young man, so they did not dare to step forward. There was a large open space in the field, and there stood the young man carrying bricks, and lying in the dirt was the big man who was bleeding profusely.
The young man came over. He was not lame, but he was kicked and stretched out in his leg during a fight a few years ago. He had to be lame for a year, so he got the nickname Zhao Laizi. He sat down on the ground, stretched out his brick and patted the big man on the face, with disdain between his eyebrows, "I'll tell you if I'm still alive."
It must be mentioned that this big man was strong and strong, but the young man had no energy left. An ordinary person would be unable to recover from such a blow for less than two hours, but the big man woke up quickly, but he was still dizzy and unable to get up.
"You can't call me lame Zhao. In addition, you must know that the Qinglong gang bullies men and women, so from now on, take this bunch of bastards in your hands and get as far away as you can."
The man gritted his teeth in pain, but the cold blue brick was still pressed against his cheekbones, so he had no choice but to agree. Zhao Laizi was known to be ruthless, and he was really afraid that his head would be completely blown open just by the time he took a breather.
The young man did not move his nest. He raised his finger and pointed at the thin monkey-like members of the White Tiger Gang, and said: "You just said that feeding dogs makes them feel teeth-crunching, which is actually true. Half a year ago, there was a famine in the west, and they all started eating from the mouths of dogs. He escaped from there." After saying that, he lifted the blue brick.
Half of the man's teeth flew out of his mouth, and his screams, like those of a slaughtered pig, echoed throughout the countryside.
The young man nicknamed Zhao Laizi returned to his thatched house, kicked off his straw sandals and lay on the earthen kang, holding a piece of dry grass in his mouth and chewing it from time to time.
The boy lost his parents when he was young. He eats milk from hundreds of families and wears clothes from hundreds of families. Even the thatched cottage was built with help from the villagers back then. None of the neighbors were wealthy, so the owner's family had to produce thatch, and the west family's work carried water and mud. They were busy for more than half a month before they could build it.
On weekdays, he goes to Nangong Mountain to catch rabbits and chickens, and goes to the market dozens of miles away to sell a few strings of copper coins. These skills were all taught by a late old hunter in the village. This ability prevented the young man from starving to death on the streets.
So instead of fighting for territory, it's more about protecting the entire village from being bullied.
The thatched cottage is located in a rather remote area at the foot of Nangong Mountain, where you can peek into part of the mountain from the window.
Zhao Laizi looked up from the window and saw green mountains surrounded by clouds and lingering snow in the forest. He looked through a few old and yellowed old books. Back then, there was a man who was as thin as the refugees from the White Tiger Gang. He claimed to live in the mountains. He picked them up and exchanged these books for him. Fat hare.
He looked at the dusk clouds on the mountain, sniffed and snorted.
There is a saying in the book that the mountains are not high, but the immortals are famous.
