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Chapter 293 Good, good marksmanship......(1/2)

Zhao Ce directly removed the door panel and held it in his hand.

Jiang Chunlong and others who were about to arrest him paused.

"this……"

"Why are you stunned? Catch them quickly, we can't let these officers and soldiers take them away!"

Jiang Chunlong shouted and rushed forward first.

Zhao Ce stood at the door, waving the door panel in his hand, and quickly smashed it towards him.

This door panel is not too heavy. In Zhao Ce's hands, it is as light as a piece of paper.

However, one effort can bring down ten of them.

With the blessing of strength, this light door panel can be knocked down directly.

Jiang Chunlong couldn't dodge at all and was hit squarely.

Click!

The door panel shattered, and Jiang Chunlong was sent flying straight into the wooden house over there.

After a crackling sound, he hit a hole in the wooden house over there.

Jiang Chunlong lay unconscious among the debris.

Gudong!

The rest of the people swallowed their saliva.

The officers sent by Mao Feng are coming here with several Ming troops.

Seeing this scene, the group of people who had been on the battlefield were stunned.

The scholar in the long robe is tall and thin with a handsome face.

He stood at the door with a serious face.

The hand that should be holding the pen is still holding a half-broken wooden door.

That momentum...

There is quite a bit of a monomaniacal feel.

After coming to his senses, the leading officer shouted: "What a scholar!"

Zhao Ce threw the remaining half of the door panel directly to the ground.

He looked at the Ming army next to him and said to the leading officer: "These generals, we are scholars of the Ming Dynasty."

"We want to go home today, but I don't know if it's possible?"

The leading officer smiled on the horse and said: "It's doable!"

"It doesn't matter which city the people live in, they are all the Ming Dynasty's territory!"

"I, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, want to go home, then go back!"

"Let's see who dares to stop you!"

With that said, he threw the spear in his hand directly to Zhao Ce.

"Good boy, pick it up!"

The heavy spear was thrown over, and Zhao Ce caught it with one hand.

The spear hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhao Ce doesn't know how to use a gun, but having a weapon is better than using bare hands.

He glanced at the people in front of him and found that someone seemed to have set up a bow and arrow in the distance.

But for some reason, they didn't launch.

He seemed to be standing by, waiting for orders.

Su Cai'er and others inside the house listened to the movements outside with fear.

But they all kept Zhao Ce's words in mind and did not even dare to open the windows.

Lao Gu happened to arrive with someone.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he said angrily: "Catch them!"

"After you catch him, take him directly down the mountain!"

"We can't kill those officers and soldiers, just drive them down the mountain!"

"Bah, I have always treated you with courtesy, and this is how you repay us."

Lao Gu gave an order, and a large number of people rushed over.

The officer and his soldiers resisted with difficulty.

Mao Feng's side was also entangled by many people, and he would be unable to escape for a while.

These people are not ordinary gangsters.

They are a mixture of local soldiers and bandits, and they are very powerful in combat.

Mao Feng quickly divided another group of people and went over to support them.

Because Zhao Ce was a scholar, everyone deliberately protected him in a circle.

The scene was chaotic.

Mao Feng pushed back the minions around him and rode over.

He shouted loudly: "Quick victory!"

"We can't stay in this mountain for long. Take their leader away and leave the rest alone for the time being!"

Mao Feng gave the order, and the melee became more fierce.

Zhao Ce's palms were also sweaty.

This was the first time he saw so many people fighting in person.

And both sides are fighting with real swords and guns.

Although Lao Gu said, these Ming troops cannot be killed.

But I didn't say, don't hurt me.

Although there are many people on Laogu's side, the Ming army coming here is a regular army.

For a moment, everyone was evenly matched.

Zhao Ce looked at the people in front of him and thought, if he had led people to escape by the river that day, he would never have been able to escape...

There are more ancient people than you imagine.

Relying on him alone, even if he can defeat him temporarily, it will not be enough...

During the melee, Zhao Ce saw from the corner of his eye that Lao Gu was leading someone, taking advantage of the chaos to go to the room that Su Cai'er and the others wanted to go to.

Zhao Ce's eyes flashed, and he took the spear in his hand and struck straight at him.

"Once his classmates and his little wife are under control, he will naturally not resist!"

"Damn it, I regretted it. Even if he helps us set up the equipment later, I won't let them go."

"This salt mine went through a scuffle today. We can't show up again."

"If you dare to cut off our financial resources, you really think we are vegetarians!"

As Lao Gu said, he stretched out his foot to kick open the door next to him.

Stepping down, the room inside was empty.

Not a single human figure.

He looked at the other room with ferocious eyes.

He walked over quickly and was about to kick him down.

The outstretched foot was suddenly hit hard.

"ah!"

Lao Gu cried out in pain and immediately couldn't stand. He lay on the ground and hugged his feet.

The people following him turned around and looked.

Then they saw Zhao Ce, who had been polite to them in the past few days, looking at them with serious eyes.

That look...

Shining with a cold light, it's even scarier than these gangsters!

The man who often brought meals to Zhao Ce and the others shivered before saying, "You...you dare to hurt Lao Gu!"

Zhao Ce's voice also seemed to be filled with ice.
To be continued...
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