Although Taoist Lin’s voice was not loud, Batulu and Li Zhongyong, who were sitting on the carriage shaft, also heard it. They understood Taoist Lin’s words and in order to buy time for everyone to prepare, Batulu reined in the carriage slightly and slowed down the carriage. The speed of travel.
There are also soldiers guarding the city gate at the north gate. There are not a few in number, but they look lazy, leaning against the city gate with their spears in their hands, as if it has nothing to do with them.
Changsheng doesn't know martial arts and has little experience. He has to take action when he sees it, so he can't help but feel nervous and panicked. "Third senior brother, don't the officers and soldiers care about them?"
"Soldiers are different from police officers. It seems that such fights in the rivers and lakes are not under their jurisdiction," Chen Liqiu shook his head and said, "Besides, the beggar gang acts viciously and has a large number of people. Even the officers and soldiers are not willing to provoke them easily."
Seeing the tangled look on Changsheng's face, Tian Zhengong guessed what he was thinking, "Beggars' Gang disciples are different from beggars who are disaster victims. They are mostly extortionists and are not kind people."
"It's not wrong to pity the poor, but the poor are not necessarily good people," Chen Liqiu said. "You have never been out, and you will know in the future. The more people live in the market, the less particular they are in their behavior. "
Tian Zhengong and Chen Liqiu patiently explained, and Changsheng listened humbly, but he also knew very well that he did not know martial arts and could not protect Taoist Lin and fellow disciples Yigan. He even relied on them for his own safety.
"Cover your face," Taoist priest Lin said softly. "The fewer people who see your true face, the safer you will be in the future."
After Lin Dao finished speaking, everyone took out their handkerchiefs and began to cover their faces.
Seeing that Changsheng didn't have a handkerchief, Tian Zhenyong took out a spare handkerchief from his bag and gave it to him.
Also without a handkerchief was Batulu. Fortunately, Li Zhongyong also had a change of handkerchief, but when he handed it to Batulu, he turned it back and said, "Why are you giving it to me? There is no use covering my face like this." .”
While he was talking, the carriage had already driven out of the city gate. At this time, it was less than fifty feet away from the Beggar Clan. Batulu turned around and asked, "Master, should you walk over or rush over?"
Before Taoist Lin could speak, Chen Liqiu spoke first, "There's no need to ask. They must have rushed over. The person who came here is not good. There is no reason to argue with them."
Batulu waited for a moment, but when there was no objection from Taoist Lin, he raised his whip and cracked it to urge the horse.
The group of Beggar Gang disciples outside the city had been staring intently at the carriage. Seeing the carriage suddenly speeding up, they all turned their heads to lead the burly man. The burly man was about thirty years old, with a fat head and big ears. The gray clothes he wore were very neat, and the few yellow patches on his chest were obviously sewn on deliberately out of some necessity.
"Hehehe, we finally waited for you, but you still want to run away," the sturdy man said, slamming the long stick on the ground, "Come together, grab the treasure, and we will reward you based on your merit."
The members of the Beggar Clan shouted excitedly upon hearing this, and rushed forward with various weapons before the carriage could approach.
The weapons used by the Beggar Clan were very mixed, mostly sticks, including wooden and iron rods, as well as some simple knives and axes.
"Second brother, go on," Batulu threw the reins and riding crop in his hand towards Li Zhongyong, the passenger on the right, and rushed out with an iron rod in hand, "I'll clear the way."
When the caravan besieged everyone on his side, Batulu was plotted against him and failed to defend himself against the enemy. He had been holding on to his anger. Now that he had a chance to vent his anger, he would show no mercy. He threw away his arms and strode like lightning. Suddenly, he was in close combat with everyone in the Beggar Clan. He swung his left fist fiercely and knocked one of them away first. He then swung his stick with one hand and knocked two more people away.
Batulu is tall and has amazing strength. There is no advantage in confronting him head-on. However, the Beggar Clan did not intend to fight him alone. They all rushed forward, each holding a weapon, and started smashing and slashing.
His tall stature must not be flexible enough, which is an inevitable flaw, but the indestructible Vajra skill practiced by Batulu just makes up for this shortcoming. Even if the enemy's swords, guns and sticks are thrown at him, they can't hurt him at all. It was just clothes, no damage to the skin.
At this time, the carriage had already rushed forward. Batulu didn't care about tangling with his opponent anymore. He stretched his arms forward, held the stick across his chest, made a muffled sound, and strode forward.
Realizing that Batulu was trying to clear the way for the carriage, the burly man at the head hurriedly shouted an order, "Don't retreat, stop him."
Hearing the words of the big man, the members of the Beggar Clan who were in close combat with Batulu did not dare to evade. They could only step forward to stop him. However, they could not stop Batulu, who was like a black tower. Even though more than ten people came forward together. Even if he blocked him, he couldn't delay Batulu even a little bit. Those who were hit by him were thrown off their backs.
Just as Batulu was bravely clearing the way, the screams of horses suddenly came from behind him. Hearing the sound, Batulu turned around and saw two horses driving the shaft neighing in pain. After a closer look, it turned out to be the Beggar Clan members. They attacked them, and they cut off one of the front hoofs of the horse running in front, while the belly of the horse following behind was punctured by them.
Before Batulu could turn around to rescue them, Li Zhongyong and others had already jumped off the carriage and started a close-quarters fight with the Beggar Clan.
The horse was injured, so it was meaningless to rush forward to clear the way. Batulu cursed, turned around and fought back, kicked one person away, grabbed the reins and tried to stabilize the horse.
However, the horses were injured and frightened, neighing and jumping, uncontrollably.
Batulu grew up in the grasslands and has a deep affection for horses. Seeing the four horses having their front hooves chopped off, he was heartbroken. He frowned and raised his hand, raised his hand vigorously, and patted the four horses with one palm, relieving the pain of the four horses. , turned around and broke the noose, pulling the only remaining consort and pulling the trailer forward.
Although the prince-in-law was able to barely run, he was also seriously injured, and blood kept pouring out of the horse's belly while running.
Seeing that the prince-in-law was seriously injured and still struggling to hold on, Batulu couldn't bear it, but now they were trapped in a tight siege and must break out as soon as possible.
Batulu led his horse from the front to clear the way, Li Zhongyong protected the right wing, and Chen Liqiu protected the left wing. After Tian Zhen Gong and Chang Sheng used hidden weapons to cut off, they rushed out again dozens of feet in a panic.
At this point, the horse could no longer hold up, and a large number of blood bubbles overflowed from its mouth and nose. Seeing this, Batulu could no longer bear to let it continue to fight, so he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slap it to death.
After beating the consort to death, Batulu broke all the nooses, put the iron rod on the car, freed his hands to grasp the shaft, took the horse's place, and roared forward.
Although Li Zhongyong and others have magic weapons at their disposal, they have neglected actual combat. In fact, they had never killed people in actual combat before encountering the caravan. This time they were fighting in close combat with their opponents, and they could not help but feel panicked and nervous. The more people were killed and injured, the more they felt. The more nervous he became, fortunately there were no decent masters among the enemies. They were outnumbered and could barely hold their ground.
Among the few people, the one with the least permanent injury was one of the reasons. Not knowing martial arts was one of the reasons. Another reason was that he had almost never experienced anything like this before. However, the main reason was that he had trouble stringing the crossbow he was holding.
Seeing Chang Sheng's face flushed, Chen Liqiu joked and comforted him out of goodwill, "Haha, Lao Wu, you should know by now that Jianghu is not about human relations, it is about fighting and killing."
Changsheng was busy pulling strings and loading arrows. Although he heard Chen Liqiu's words, he had no time to reply. He thought he would be very scared, but when things happened, he found that he couldn't care about being nervous and scared. Meeting an opponent was a very simple matter. , if you don’t kill others, others will kill you. Only those involved understand how stupid it is to be entangled. When you do it, you don’t have time to feel compassion for others, and you don’t have time to sigh. If you show mercy, others will not show mercy. If you don’t kill others, you will Killed by someone else.
Changsheng had just loaded the short arrows, but found that the carriage had stopped. He turned around and saw that a burly man headed by a beggar gang was blocking Baturou.
The big man used a wooden stick. Since Batulu grasped the shaft of the car with both hands and had difficulty dodging, he was hit in the head by the stick used by the big man.
The stick used by the big man was made of locust wood, which was hard and tough. Even Baturus, who had the indestructible power of Vajra to protect his body, was knocked down by him and staggered.
Worried about hitting Taoist Lin in the car, Batulu did not let go. He waited until Li Zhongyong came to his aid before he freed his hand, pulled out the iron rod and rushed towards the big man in gray who was gathering his strength.
Although Baturu held a stick against the enemy before, he did not inject spiritual energy into the iron rod. After being beaten this time, he felt angry and activated his spiritual energy when he charged forward. With the infusion of spiritual energy, the original blackness was as black as ink. The iron rod gradually turned red, and a roar swept across it. First the rod was broken, and then the head was chopped off. The leader of the beggar gang died without even uttering a wail.
Seeing that their leader was killed in battle, the Beggar Clan no longer had the fighting spirit. They were leaderless and looked at each other. Although they were still eager to covet him, they did not dare to stop him anymore. They could only watch Baturul pulling his chariot and running away to the north of Juechen.
"Master, are you okay?" Batulu asked with concern as he ran.
"It's okay." Director Lin's voice came from inside the car.
Changsheng was originally very worried about Taoist Lin's injury, but when he saw that he did not take part in the fight, he felt a little lighter. This showed that Taoist Lin did not want his injuries to continue to worsen. This shows that there may be a chance to turn the tide.
"Lao Wu, get in the car." Li Zhongyong shouted.
"No need, I can keep up." Changsheng shook his head.
"They are still watching from behind. Your legs and feet are inconvenient. If they find out about it, they may cause you trouble in the future." Li Zhongyong said.
"I'm not afraid of trouble." Changsheng said.
"Hahaha, well done," Chen Liqiu praised loudly, "Given time, we will achieve great success, no one can do anything to us."
Taoist Master Lin said from inside the car, "Third brother, don't be arrogant. You have always wanted to join the Tao. You should be calm and clear your mind. Don't be competitive."
"I understand, Master." Chen Liqiu was worried that Taoist Lin would criticize him again, so he hurriedly changed the topic, "Every main road has an official post station outside the city. Boss, if you hold on for a while, you can get it when you get to the inn station. horses……"
