Two nights later, in a long-abandoned temple outside Chongde County, Pan Fu, his face covered in blood, tilted his head and spat out bloody foam and said with a smile: "There's no need to use this trick that I've been tired of for a long time, right?"
Zhao Zhen's eyes were red and he slowly stabbed the tip of the knife into his shoulder: "Brother rich, my brother has never harmed you, why don't you leave a way for him to survive?"
Pan Fu struggled and screamed in pain, but unfortunately the two strong men tightly controlled his body. There was a crisp sound, and he didn't know which joint was dislocated.
"Where are the account books? If you hand them over, I can give you a pleasure."
After a long time, Pan Fu said in a trembling voice: "What's the use? At this point, you actually think that destroying the account books will solve the problem?"
"It's too late. You shouldn't have had such hope from the beginning, and you shouldn't have helped me escape from the Criminal Department's pursuit. Hahaha, it's too late."
The spiritual joy transcended the physical pain. Pan Fu was obviously in a semi-mad state now. Except for his remaining obsession, everything else didn't matter. He was looking forward to the end.
A man broke in outside the door and reported to Zhao Zhen: "Brother, the officials are surrounding us!"
The person who was holding Pan Fu said harshly: "Brother, don't worry about it. Kill this kid and let's retreat first."
"That is, even if the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. The worst is that our brothers will escape overseas. With the knife in hand, we will not be able to make a living anywhere."
Zhao Zhen watched as the expressions of a group of brothers gradually calmed down. They didn't understand anything. They thought that they could sell salt at the feet of the emperor just because they dared to fight. But they didn't know that someone above them was the key.
Without care, how could they cross the state capital and go overseas? They would all die on the road soon. They don't even need soldiers from the imperial court. Some of their colleagues want to use their heads as certificates of surrender.
Both the gentry and the prime minister have a way out, but they who do the dirty work never have a way out. They will die if this happens, and they will die without the protection of the prime minister. They have to do it as a last resort.
With Pan Fu's brain, how smarter could he be than anyone else?
If he really had that kind of brain, he wouldn't be in this situation today. The Pan family is an outcast, and they are the same, but they are the ones killing each other. Isn't it ridiculous?
He sighed and wiped the blood off the knife: "Where are the people from those families?"
A group of people sat and looked to the right and scratched their heads and said: "They were all here just now. They said they were going to inquire about the detective's whereabouts. They haven't come back yet. Damn it, they ran away."
Zhao Zhen sneered and looked at his subordinates: "They are all from a good family, how could they mix with desperadoes like us to resist official duties."
Then he was silent for a moment, met the eyes of the brothers below and said: "I am the eldest brother who has come this far. If you want to leave, let's leave now. Go straight to the mountains and lie dormant. Maybe you can come out in a few years."
There is a way to survive.”
People left one after another, but most of them stayed. They were all desperadoes selling illegal salt. Sometimes loyalty was more important to them than their lives, and they would slaughter more dogs for their loyalty.
Pan Fu regained some sense and said seductively: "You and I are destined to die from the beginning to the end. We will not die unjustly, but don't take advantage of others. If I were you, I would make this matter bigger."
"Hahaha, as the old saying goes, you dare to pull down the emperor even if you are willing to be killed. Zhao Zhen, after being used as a dog for so many years, do you still have the courage?"
"Don't forget that you sell salt with a knife to eat meat, not to eat shit for the rest of your life, don't forget!"
He stopped Pan Fu's men who were about to kill Pan Fu with a knife, let go of Pan Fu's restraints, and watched him fall weakly to the ground, shaking his head and laughing: "I didn't expect that our brothers would really fulfill the vows they made when we became sworn brothers. It will be the same year, the same month and the same day."
die."
He blew the dust in front of his mouth and nose with his heavy breathing: "Brother, I advise you to die comfortably tonight."
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Ma Ze stared intently at the outline of the temple not far away in front of him. There were figures of people around him and burning torches. Officials from Chongde County were kneeling not far away, their faces pale.
Finally caught you.
During this period, they were tricked around by others. The local officials deceived and deceived them, and the people who were supposed to be helpful turned out to be loyal, turning what was originally a very simple pursuit into the current situation.
"Sir, we have already surrounded you. Our brothers are watching you in critical places. This time they have no wings to fly!"
Maze's dry eyes hardly blinked: "I don't want to listen to such words anymore. If you make any mistakes, you will know the consequences."
"promise!"
Another criminal officer came forward and said, "We'll wait until dawn to start. The guard's Qingqi will be here soon."
"Yes, Brother Ma, Zhao Zhen's men are all desperadoes. Although they don't have bows and crossbows, they don't lack weapons. Fighting will only increase casualties. It's better to wait for the guards to arrive and capture them."
Ma Ze raised his eyes and took a breath and said: "Can our punishment department still be embarrassed like this? If we just go back like this, how can we face Master Shangshu?"
It is the responsibility of the Ministry of Punishment to hunt down fugitives. If this matter is ultimately resolved by the local police station, then the Ministry of Punishment will indeed lose its face at all.
The two people did not continue to persuade each other, and there was no need to make enemies out of thin air. Ma Ze was obviously forced into a desperate situation. Returning to death without success might not be a problem, but his official career would be cut off, and blocking his official career would be tantamount to killing his father.
Ma Ze stood with a bow in hand, and all the skilled officers of the Ministry of Justice also showed their weapons. At this point, the only way to wash away the shame is with blood. This is not for the imperial court, but for his own future.
Not long after, in front of the wild temple, the long black shadows of both sides met under the light of the moonlight and torches. They had no other choice, and the bloodbath began, with dark red liquid splashing and flowing in every corner.
The fighting below continued, the dull sound of horse hooves gradually began, and the local guard's light cavalry arrived. The leading general reined in his horse and glanced at the battle situation. With a hint of disdain on his lips, he ordered the slaughter of those who dared to resist.
The two officers from the Criminal Department looked at each other and stepped forward to stop him: "The night is dark and it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Please wait and see, General."
Na Pian glanced at the two of them coldly and did not respond. Civil and military affairs were separated, and no matter how powerful the Criminal Department was, they could not control him. These were all meritorious deeds in front of him.
"The general's contribution to the siege must be reported to the emperor in detail. We are deeply grateful for the general's kindness in rushing to the rescue, and we will surely be richly rewarded in the future!"
He had a share of the credit, and when he heard this, everyone in the Criminal Department would appreciate him, so his face became slightly better: "You have to think about it, if they keep fighting like this, even if they win, it will be a miserable victory."
The two of them didn't say anything, they just held hands. The general didn't say anything more. The Minister of Punishment had a long-standing friendship with his commander. He didn't like the affection of these two men, but he still had to give it to the Master.
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When the soldiers behind saw this, they also knew that they would not be able to take the credit for picking up something for nothing. My master might be able to benefit from it. What could these big soldiers have? It was bad luck to go all out in vain at night.
Fortunately, there was still something to watch, and it was quite enjoyable. Soon people began to cheer loudly, and the laughter was extremely harsh. The people in the Criminal Department were angry but helpless. It was their own fault, or others would help, and it was not that they refused.
help.
The sound of fighting gradually became quieter. Although the desperadoes were ruthless, the officers of the Ministry of Punishment were not vegetarians. Moreover, the right time and place, and the right people gathered together, they were able to win in one fell swoop after suffering dozens of casualties.
Zhao Zhen, as Pan Fu wished, was shot through the throat with an arrow by Ma Ze, and died tonight. It was a simple death, and he did not have to go through torture.
Pan Fu was still alive, and Ma Ze ordered someone to quickly treat his wounds. It was a blessing. He didn't even expect this man to be alive.
He walked up to the guard general and bowed: "Thank you, general, for your help."
The general nodded slightly, not looking at his identity, but pointing at the amazing arrow just now, which killed the opponent's leader cleanly and neatly, making the battle go much smoother.
But that's it, they're just a bunch of rabble who can't stand up to the stage. You may have some ability, but small scenes like this can't prove how much ability you have.
He walked up to the two-faced man and said, "I want to escort Pan Fu back to the capital. I will bother you two with the rest. When I get back to the capital, I will treat you to a banquet and I will not come back drunk."
If you can make up for your mistakes, you will be satisfied. The rest of the credit must be given to others, otherwise it will be difficult to make progress in the future.
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