Hot iron sand sprayed into the eyes, nose, and mouth of the big man. The strong man let out a scream, threw the gun away, covered his face with his hands, and managed to support his body and retreated backwards.
Zhao Liangjian succeeded in the surprise attack, jumped up quickly, charged forward to pursue him, picked up the steel whip with all his strength, and smashed it head on.
There was a dull click, and the steel whip hit the strong man's forehead. Under the heavy blow, the forehead was dented visibly to the naked eye. The severe concussion caused by the impact made the big man lose all his thoughts and thoughts. The ability to react.
Zhao Liangjian was whipped, stopped pursuing, shrank back and retreated to the escort formation.
The two warriors holding shields took a step forward, pinched each other to the left and right, and closed the horizontal formation, covering Zhao Liangjian behind them.
The strong man was still standing there dumbly at this time. The dense capillaries on his head burst one after another, and streams of blood turned the big man's head into a gourd of blood in an instant.
Due to intracranial hemorrhage, two streams of black blood flowed out of the man's nostrils. The man reached out and wiped it, but it was all in vain. More blood immediately flowed out of his nose.
Opposite Zhao Liangjian had thrown away the steel whip at this time, replaced it with a simple knife in his hand, and laughed loudly: "How about it? This is a certain family's special skill, it's called, um, it's called this..., it's called 'bukkake'."
The big man stood dumbfounded, coughed, and said with difficulty: "Cough, cough, pickled old dog, don't show... martial ethics."
After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fell hard to the ground.
The thieves became hasty and all the thieves were stunned. Wu Yanluo was the first to wake up and became angry. Five thunders thundered and he shouted: "The whole gang comes out and kills them all, leaving no one behind!"
A thief in Wu Yanluo's team immediately blew a long whistle.
Wu Yanluo turned his head and looked at the roadside, waiting for his ambush accomplices to come out.
Zhao Liangjian and Liu Chang heard the thief's whistle and knew that the thief was calling for an ambush. Their hearts tightened at the same time, and they turned to look at the forest on the right.
Amid the whistle, a clucking pheasant suddenly flew up from the woods beside the road, followed by a muffled sound and a cloud of white smoke.
The lingering sound of the whistle disappeared, and there was no ambush that Wu Yanluo expected, nor the continuous gunshots of Liao Sanniang that Zhao Liangjian expected.
No, nothing. The scene fell into an awkward and strange short silence.
The people on both sides looked at each other and looked at each other. No one knew what happened, and they all felt a little confused. Liu Chang nervously asked Zhao Liangjian: "Senior Brother Zhao, what happened?"
Zhao Liangjian also shook his head blankly.
After a while, everyone suddenly remembered their own jobs as bodyguards and robbers.
As if they were waking up from a dream, everyone shouted at the same time, raised their swords and guns, and collided with each other in a chaotic manner.
Outside the forest, Zhao Liangjian shouted and yelled, which aroused his thoughts. He instantly recalled ten years of swords and swords, Lingao, and the escort agency.
The branch on the tree opposite swayed, and a broken leaf swayed silently. Looking at the broken leaf floating down, Liao Sanniang was actually a little crazy.
At the moment of life and death, one should not be distracted, but one's mind is shaken, and one's emotions are like a bursting river, and one cannot control himself.
After living in Guangli for seven years, Liao Sanniang went to Lingao and saw a train for the first time, a telegraph for the first time, a post office for the first time, and a bank for the first time.
That day she knew that the escort agency was at an end.
One small train can support several teams of escort cars, but its transport capacity cannot be matched by the mule team.
Bank deposits and withdrawals are available to the world.
Post office logistics and delivery, network distribution.
A telegraph can be reached by breathing, and a thousand miles is like the other side.
Liao Sanniang has a keen insight. Although it is difficult to understand everything she saw during her trip to Lingao, she was deeply shocked.
What eliminated the escort agency was not the muskets, but transportation and communications.
The people of the Song Dynasty used steel and sleepers to pave roads, and the amount of work was almost the same as digging canals, which depleted the country's power and people's support. This was done by Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty and was an act of subjugation.
The people of the Song Dynasty are magical. Money comes from money, and iron comes from iron. The more you spend, the more you earn. Stations were built one after another, becoming nodes to revitalize the place. Silver water flows along the railway, nourishing every place. Water and soil, slogans are painted on the walls of every village: If you want to be rich, build roads first.
At the women's meeting, the leaders of the Song Dynasty were impassioned, their faces flushed, spitting stars visible to the naked eye, and they loudly longed for the dawn of the industrial age. They said: The road of iron is paved in Lingao and will eventually be paved throughout the country. .
The Qing Dynasty entered the customs and changed dynasties. The stability of society brought about population growth, the expansion of the market promoted commercial development, the rise of Shanxi merchant bank accounts, and the circulation of large amounts of cash, making Shaanxi the financial center of the Qing Dynasty.
Relying on the ticket number, the escort agency originally had more than 200 years of good times.
The arrival of the Song people changed everything and accelerated the demise of the escort agency and many traditional industries.
According to the original history, after the demise of the Escort Bureau, some practitioners turned to running large car shops and survived for decades.
Qiwei in Guangdong is also working hard to adapt to the new situation, reorganizing its security company to run a car dealership and hotel chain, which coincides with the large car shop of the old historical escort agency. They reach the same goal by different routes, showing the strong inertia of history.
The next twenty years will not be a change of dynasties, but a compound change of system replacement, technological leap, and ideological innovation. It will be a change of days.
Small workshop-style enterprises and traditional business models in feudal society will be replaced by new industries. Many old industries, represented by escort agencies, will become victims of this earth-shaking revolution. After a short period of existence, they will become a grain of sand in the sea of history.
Zhao Liangjian called the way in vernacular.
The escort can compete with the green forest robbers and talk to the robbers about cuts.
What the escort said worked, because there was a knife in the back.
Escort bureau is a business of people, reputation is the foundation of one's career, reputation is gained by one's ability, and what is sold is art.
If you are robbed or your escort is thrown away, you have to recover it with a real sword and a real gun. If your family is robbed, the escort agency will join forces and share the same hatred until death.
When you become famous, people know you, and you have favors. This is precipitation.
Everywhere they go, the bodyguards have to pay homage to the mountains, send greetings and gifts to the local powerful people to show their respect, and the strong dragons will not suppress the local snakes.
The ceremony does not need to be heavy, just one or two boxes of snacks, a few bottles of Song wine, show off your unique skills when leaving, and attract everyone's admiration. Your Taoist reputation is well-deserved. This is the glory of a warrior.
The escorts and gangsters have known each other since then. Next time we meet, we will be friends.
The robbers who sit in the stronghold and the tyrants who sit on the ground are friends. Friends are water, and the escorts are fish. Without water, the fish will die.
Whether it's a thief or a bodyguard, the jargon is confusing to outsiders, which gives the speaker the satisfaction of being an insider. Being in the world, he unconsciously feels professional arrogance and pride.
Things are different in troubled times. Everything is changing at a fast pace. The king's flag is changing on the city wall. The king today may be the head of the leader on the top of the pole tomorrow.
The troubled times cannot be settled, everyone is like flying sand that is swept away and driven wildly, and the false reputation of warriors is blown away like mist, and no one remembers it.
Shouting for darts is for those in the know. In troubled times, there are only armies, rebels, and refugees, but no insiders. Shouting for darts can only be done in vernacular. There is no knife behind the words, and no one will listen to them.
Rogue thieves are like locusts, they will gnaw the bodyguards and caravans into skeletons. This is not a description, they are real skeletons with blood and muscles.
The thieves are not as skilled in martial arts as there are more people. The crowds come in like a flood and they are outnumbered. As a result, transportation fails, the escort routes are cut off, and the escort bureau goes out of business.
Before leaving the city, Li Rufeng went to various escort agencies to borrow people. The escort agencies had been out of business for a long time, so everyone was enthusiastic.
Director Li of He Liansheng is rich and has a good job. It's a good job, but it's a pity that he wants too few people.
Before the arrival of trains and telegrams, the troubled times had already buried the escort agency.
When Liao Sanniang saw those down-and-out escorts, she was overcome with sadness. It was the sunset of a profession, and while she was there, she had a premonition that there would be no more escort professions in the world.
Liao Sanniang blinked and suddenly woke up. The remaining leaves on the opposite side had just left the branches, with only a trace of whereabouts, and time almost did not flow.
It is said that before a person dies, his whole life will be condensed into a moment. I didn't believe it before, but just now when I heard Zhao Liangjian shouting directions, my thoughts were concrete, and the scenes flashed back like shadows and paintings, as if I were witnessing it with my own eyes.
The past and the future are all in a flash of thought.
It turns out that the legend is actually true.
Warriors are superstitious, and the body's understanding of death is unknown.
Liao Sanniang pulled out the pistol with her right hand, her mind was as calm as a mirror, and she was extremely clear-headed. All the enemy's movements were visible in her eyes. At this moment, the sword and gun were in hand. Life or death was up to me, regardless of good or bad luck.
Through the fish-scale gaps between the leaves, you can vaguely see Zhao Liangjian and his friends outside the forest.
Zhao Liangjian had courage before he was thirty years old. He made a thirteen-section tiger tail whip made of red sandalwood. Each section had twelve ridges and was as hard as steel. According to the height measurement, the whip weighs three kilograms and eight taels, which is the heaviest among whips. The wrist cannot bear any heavier weight.
The thinnest metal whip weighs more than ten kilograms and cannot be used by humans. It can only be used for martial arts, not actual combat.
Zhao Liangjian had a waist injury and stopped using whips a year ago and switched to using simple knives.
The thunder whip is made of metal and weighs more than ten kilograms. It relies on steps to maneuver. When firing, it is held with both hands. When attacking, it is used close to the body to catch the enemy by surprise.
The Senate had a disposable hand-held spray canister many years ago. The effect is almost the same, but the weight is much lighter. But Zhao Liangjian did not choose it.
The Thunder Fire Whip is a reminder of his past years. When using it, he relies on clever means to blind his eyes and then makes a sneak attack. It is not a martial skill, but close to a trick, and it is hard to describe it openly.
However, in the world of martial arts, life and death depend on taking action, and being upright cannot save one's life.
After a few breaths and a gunshot, the two of them decided the winner. A sharp whistle sounded outside the forest. The ten ambush soldiers in front of them arched their waists at the same time, preparing to rush out. The backs of all the thieves were facing Liao Sanniang, as if in an invitation.
Liao Sanniang plugged her ears with cotton in advance. The sound of gunfire was very loud. Although it would not damage her ears if she heard it directly, it would definitely affect her hearing within a day or two. This is fatal to people who have to face dangerous situations and fight at any time.
Liao Sanniang leaned out from behind the tree, opened the nose of the pistol, took a step forward, and raised her right arm flat to aim. She had strong arm strength and could shoot with one hand.
Suddenly, a pheasant flew up from Liao Sanniang's feet without any warning. The ambushing bandits were startled by the sudden movement behind them, startled themselves, and looked back at the same time.
People are old and horses are old and slippery. The longer animals live, the stronger their ability to adapt to the environment.
Staying still is the natural self-preservation instinct of many animals.
When hunters or wild beasts approach, old pheasants and hares will not flee immediately, but will hide and observe quietly, waiting for the predator to leave on its own.
(End of chapter)
