"Are these guys out of their minds? What grudges are there?"
The seven people and one dog in Fulong Village stared at the challenge letter for a long time before summarizing 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 her hair around 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 aroused their desire to compare. I also fell into the trap, thinking about it, it’s quite interesting.”
"That's right!"
Speaking of this, it was hard for the thieves to be unhappy and couldn't help laughing.
Murong Xiu rubbed his nose and said seriously: "I have found out their identities. The new heads are all from outside the country and have good backgrounds. That day they imitated us and rushed to the gate of Fufeng Mansion. However, they did not know the soldiers and stood there. On the right wing of the frontier army, they were hacked by the Dongyi cavalry.
Later, we ran away, but they did not run away. They were left in the city and treated as rebels. Then the common people were praised all the time, and it was a matter of course that they were kidnapped by the immoral people.
In the following several battles, they fought faster than anyone else. There were more than a hundred people, and only about thirty people died. But they died for the country, so their death was not in vain. They died heroically and heroically, but... puff! "
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, and they would scold their leaders for being ridiculous.
"It's indeed admirable, but it seems that we are afraid of death and don't have enough awareness!"
Xin Zhuo sighed with emotion and concluded: "So, they felt that they were cheated by us afterwards, and the more they thought about it, the more uncomfortable they became. In addition, so many brothers were gone, and they were determined to seek revenge from us and fight to the death?"
The thieves stopped laughing, Murong Xiu frowned and said, "That's what he meant!"
"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 unclear. I don’t know if they are the young masters of wealthy families who are just joking around, or if they really want to be bandits. However, these people are not low-level. The leader, Shangguan Fan Qingci, is of the sixth or sixth grade, and the remaining two are One level is seven, five or six are eight levels.
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 though 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 many martial arts.
You really can't underestimate anything, as 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 own leader. Once such things as backbone and dependence are developed, they will become inertia.
Xin Zhuo looked down the mountain: "Have you ever visited the mountain? Has anyone from Menghu Village come here?"
Bai Jianxian rubbed his nose, and his mother smiled and said: "I went down to take a look, and there were only about a dozen minions guarding the exit of the mountain. I set up a secret sentry so that someone could come up and give an early warning.
Their heads 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 again: "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 nodding: "It's very big, so big that it's scary."
"Very good, there is still one day left, plenty of time!"
Xin Zhuo stretched out: "Seven versus three hundred, the advantage is mine! First stabilize the Tiger Village, then set fire to it, and then trick them!"
The thieves looked at each other, and finally waited for this sentence again, and they all became energetic: "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.
It is true that several heads of the Menghu Village are not here, because the Menghu Village is hosting a banquet tonight.
Funeral, white mat.
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 rough but fine. He was specially selected when he brought people to Fucheng.
"What the fuck! I really can't swallow this breath!"
In the heavy snow, there were more than a dozen banquet tables, full of chicken, fish, meat, eggs, melons, fruit snacks and drinks. These supplies included paper figures 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.
It was Sun Wu who spoke. His arms and legs were all bandaged with gauze, and he wore a nondescript filial hat on his head. His face was stained with blood and dust, and he looked both fierce and depressed. He slapped his thigh and gasped in pain.
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 messy: "So, Fulong Village must be punished?"
"He must be punished!" Jiang Hezhu took a big gulp of wine, squinted his eyes, and his originally handsome face was twisted and gloomy: "Xin Zhuo, a thief who talks about justice, is actually a villain, a son-of-a-bitch. He deceived him and escaped with his men. Is this a human being? He is simply not a son of a man! If I don’t kill him, I’ll be very angry!”
"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 made us bankrupt. This breath is stuck in my chest and I can't spit it out." Not happy! Giving him a challenge is also a compliment to him!"
"But..." The dirty Haitang girl whispered: "From the beginning to the end, he did not deal with us. It is our own responsibility to lose money, and it is our own responsibility to go to the battlefield."
The whole table fell silent.
Jiang Hezhu's eyes turned red: "Miss Haitang, you are confused. Don't you understand that since ancient times, the culprit must be punished? Have you never heard of the word culprit? Tens of thousands of taels of silver, more than a hundred lives!"
"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 holds his son's hand and grows old with him. In his dream, pear blossoms crush the begonias. In short, Xin Zhuo is not guilty but guilty, but it is said that he has gone to Qiugong Pavilion now."
Shangguan Fan Qing's eyes flickered and he raised his thighs, full of gangsterism: "Let's besiege Fulong Village first, kill all his subordinates, cure him, ask him if he surrenders? Then take him to Qiugong Pavilion. Not only do you extinguish Xin Zhuo's arrogance, but also kill his heart, without offending Qiugong Pavilion, this is simply... a fox pretending to be a tiger's power!"
Originally, he had no ill intentions towards 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. He was full of 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 hurried up in the snow, carrying a pair of elegiac couplets: "Broken couplets sent from Fulong Village!"
Everyone looked at each other and quickly gathered around, only to see:
First couplet: The voice and smile are still there today.
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 Tiger Village will not fall to death? This son of a bitch Xin Zhuo has evil thoughts!"
Jiang Hezhu took a deep breath and said coldly: "The cat cries and the mouse pretends to be compassionate. We will sacrifice the flag at noon tomorrow and attack at nightfall. Kill without mercy!"
Shangguan Fan Qing nodded: "Okay!"
As he spoke, 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, boss!"
