Being kind naturally means being kind. Regardless of the Shandong men, or the Shanxi athletes and heroes outside the Great Wall who are mixed among the Shandong men, they are all kind-hearted people.
In the past few days, these people who followed the Song envoys to Zhongdu were bullied by local ruffians. His strength was sold extravagantly, but when it was his turn to eat, he was given extraordinarily little. But these guys have their own tricks. For three to five days, everyone in the entire yard said good things about them. As for those local ruffians, they even regarded a fat monk among the people as their biological father, and they wanted to wait for him and do all the work.
At this time, the villagers were busy carrying firewood to Huichengmen. Steam was steaming from their heads, but they drove all the local people aside.
Curfew time is approaching and these scoundrels have nowhere else to go. Moreover, the city had been besieged for nearly a month, and everyone was anxious and subconsciously wanted to get closer to a certain backbone, so they did not disperse, but squatted together and watched. Some people who were familiar with this group of people even praised him: "Look, look, that's Master Huifeng! Master Huifeng is profound in Buddhism and is not merciless in killing people. Those who came to rob by fire yesterday were all caught on the spot by him." Kill it!"
The villagers pushing carts passed by them and couldn't help but snicker.
Monk Luo walked at the front of the queue with his clothes open and a rope hanging on his shoulders. He turned around and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Yu Xing shouted from the back of the team: "Master, someone praised you for your profound Dharma."
As soon as Yu Man'er hammered him, he saw Monk Luo nodding heavily: "Well, that's right!"
"This..." Several people in the queue started coughing.
Because there are so many refugees gathered in the city, Daxing Prefecture has imposed a curfew in vain, but there is no place to accommodate them, so they can only sit and lie on the street despite the bustle. These days, the convoys carrying firewood take the main road, which is not as fast as the small road. At this time, the group of people left the storage yard and headed north first, passing through the lane between Shihefang and Kaiyuanfang.
The sparkling wheels rolled over the stone pavement. Occasionally, a person who looked like he was dying of hunger on the side of the road heard the sound, stood up unsteadily, and found that there was no food in the car, so he staggered and fell back.
The motorcade passed Yanqingfang and arrived at Huicheng Gate.
Inside and outside the city gate, the lighting of pine torches everywhere was customized, but now there is not much light. The dark city was like a roof covered with dark clouds, with only a few lights burning out.
The people in the queue exchanged glances with each other. Someone reached into each other's piles of firewood on the car board and held the handle of the knife.
A few hundred steps away, someone at the top of the city shouted, "Who is this!"
"The one who delivers firewood!"
"Wait!"
Several times in the past few days, the civil servants' team went directly to the city along the ramp to the city without any hindrance, but today there were suddenly more rules. The group of people were waiting below the city head and on the right side of the city gate.
As my vision got used to the dimness, I noticed a long queue standing against the wall on the left side of the city gate. There were cars, mules and horses in the queue. Many people who could be seen clearly were strong and strong, and even carried weapons. . The eyes of everyone in the queue were focused on it, which immediately aroused the vigilance of the people in the team. Several men who looked like guards pressed their hands on the hilts of their knives and stared at the convoy eagerly.
Monk Luo yawned loudly: "You straight bitch, how long do you have to wait?"
The civil servants behind also complained: "Yes, yes, it's already late, I'm even a little sleepy!"
At that moment, two to three hundred people were all shouting, and the momentum was quite high. Several officers rushed towards the city and shouted orders to be quiet.
After waiting for another long time, someone on the top of the city said in a soothing tone: "It's neither a coincidence nor a solution. We might as well ask these people to move it quickly. We have more than 20 families here, and there are horses. Wait a minute. Maybe it’s not a bad idea to act a little later?”
That was Du Shisheng's voice.
Monk Luo stretched out, raised his hands high and made a gesture.
When Du Shisheng said this, another person on the wall said: "That's all. It's not possible to open it in front of these unwilling people..."
"Shut up!"
"Silence!"
"Is this allowed to be said?" Several people yelled at the same time.
The voices on the top of the city suddenly became low, and a moment later an officer came down from the walking trail to the city and shouted: "You guys, come here first and move quickly! Move quickly!"
When they were about to start moving towards the city, they discovered another difficulty. It turns out that the trail, which is relatively wide and suitable for everyone to go up and down, is located on the left side of the city gate, but it happened to be completely blocked by the group of people. Now both sides were impatient. Although the citizens were noisy, there were also people in the queue who seemed to have high status, complaining repeatedly, accusing their subordinates of not paying attention to things.
Obviously, if the people used the narrow path on the right side of the city gate, they would have to carry the thirty or fifty carts of firewood for who knows how long. The group of people on the other side were completely impatient and had no condition to wait any longer. What they want to do is fearful and taboo, and it is not suitable to do it in public in any case.
I have complained, but the situation is already like this, and it must be resolved. In an instant, several generals came down from the city tower, as well as several people in dark robes, gesticulating and directing the queues on both sides to exchange positions.
At this time, hundreds of people gathered near the city gate. Even though there was no noise from both sides, they still seemed quite powerful in the dim night. Several people who came down from the tower were obviously impatient and kept urging.
When the teams on both sides were about to cross each other, Monk Luo, who was walking at the front of the civil servants' team, saw Du Shisheng following behind the team.
Du Shisheng was not accompanied by anyone else. It seemed that he, the representative of Ding Haijun, was looked down upon after Ding Hai Hai's setback. There was an old man with white hair in front of him, but he was surrounded by many followers, and there were four fierce guards around him.
The white-haired old man was walking to the last step of the horse trail. The city wall of Daxing Mansion has been built for decades, but the maintenance is not very careful. The ground in front of the steps has been stepped on countless times, and it is obviously sunken. Du Shisheng stood a few steps away and raised his voice: "Mr. Zhao, be careful!"
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This is it. Zhao Gongzuo, who was named the envoy of the Zhongdu Dushang Taxation Company but actually controlled several grain depots, had been sucking blood in Zhongdu for the past half month.
Monk Luo suddenly stepped forward, and people in the ranks of civil servants rushed to climb the city. Several people rushed into the opposite queue in twos and threes, squeezing two of the four guards back.
The guard was caught off guard and was squeezed by the people, so he struggled to move away from the people blocking the way.
Surrounding the guards were Yu Xing and Yu Man'er. The two of them, one stunned and the other ruthless, were the first to take action. The two men drew short knives from their sleeves and stabbed the guard's chest and abdomen quickly.
After several successful blows, blood spattered and soaked the guards' clothes. The two guards remained silent, rolled their eyes, and slumped down.
The other two guards around Zhao Gongzuo immediately turned over and drew their swords. Their agile movements and quick reactions showed that they must be well-trained and proficient in fighting.
Unfortunately, at the same time they drew their swords, Monk Luo pulled out his thick and long iron rod from the firewood cart beside him.
The iron rod followed the momentum of his pulling and suddenly swept across. One of the guards reacted very quickly. He dropped the straight knife on the spot and leaned back. However, the force of the iron rod was too fierce. The guard's left arm was broken first with a "Kacha" sound, and then with repeated "Kachacha" sounds, and his chest was shattered. I don't know how many bones were broken, and he died instantly.
The iron rod continued to sweep, easily knocking off the second guard's straight knife, and then smashed his head like a rotten watermelon. Although he was still standing, his head hung beyond his right shoulder, and blood oozed from between the soft skin and broken bones.
As soon as the two guards left, Mr. Zhao's left canthus was completely split and he opened his mouth to shout wildly. However, although the iron rod was as thick as a wrist, it was as flexible as a giant python, and it could spin back in a blink of an eye. The top of the iron rod was forcefully thrust into his open mouth, crushing his gums, flesh, and neck bones in one breath, until it only broke half an inch into the rammed earth city wall.
Zhao Gongzuo twitched twice, blood gurgling from his mouth, and his whole body hung on the iron rod, motionless.
At the same time that Monk Luo took action, the entire army of civilians rose up, killing twenty or thirty people in an instant, and pushed hundreds of people on the opposite side who were trying to escape to the bottom of the city wall, and stood close to the wall one by one.
Although their movements were extremely fast, the movement was not small.
Immediately there was fire swaying in the distance of the city wall, as if coming here. Another primary school student asked loudly: "What's wrong?"
Miao Daorun, who had been sitting in the darkness at the top of the city, stood up. He nodded to Heshi Lieheshou, and then responded in a loud voice: "It's okay... I have something to do here!"
The entire city wall nearby is in charge of the armed guards. This army, which was rebuilt after the Zhongdu Incident, was nominally the emperor's personal army, but in fact, less than half of it was Miao Daorun's old army, and other generals could also hear Miao Daorun's voice. What's more, to this day, Miao Daorun still holds the title of Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Guard Army?
As a result, the defenders relaxed obviously, and the fire that was approaching stopped.
