Father Qian's iron awl pierced the horse's neck, and a stream of blood spurted out.
The horse neighed and fell to the ground violently. The carriage it was dragging with it was unable to control itself. The shaft of the carriage hit the ground and broke with a crack, revealing the stubble of the wood.
The slave driving the car rolled to the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time. The carriage also staggered to a stop, and the people inside the carriage were in a mess.
Iron Daddy made these moves very quickly. When the carriage stopped, some of the slaves in the carriage realized what they were doing and jumped out of the carriage, yelling and cursing.
They saw Father Iron holding a bloody iron awl in front of them, and the girl had already taken the opportunity to run away, cursing, and no one dared to step forward first.
Someone looked at the leading slave and shouted: "Boss Zhu, what should we do now?"
The leading slave was the leader of the slaves in Xu Jie's house. Everyone called him Boss Zhu. He was highly trusted by Xu Jie, so no one dared to disobey him.
Boss Zhu's face flashed with sternness, "What else can we do? If things go wrong, will the county magistrate let us go if we go back?"
"If you don't do anything until now, kill this old man!"
After hearing this, several slaves pulled out the daggers at their waists.
The folk customs in the North are fierce. In order to guard against horse thieves, almost everyone is equipped with a sword, and these slaves are no exception.
This kind of short sword is more than a foot long and is easy to wear. It is too short in battle, but it is most useful in peacetime.
A servant stepped forward with a short knife raised high. Seeing that Father Qian was still lame, he took a chance and stabbed Father Qian on the shoulder.
Father Qian was unable to move, so he had to use the iron cone to block him. The short sword with a ring head struck the iron cone, and it sank down. Father Qian took the opportunity to block the opponent's arm with one hand, and the iron cone moved upwards, piercing the iron ring on the handle of the ring head knife.
inside.
He stirred the situation, and the iron cone circled the slave's wrist, and blood gushes out.
The slave screamed and let go, falling to the ground. Father Qian took advantage of the situation and grabbed the dagger in his hand, a knife in one hand and an awl in the other.
When Mr. Zhu saw it, he laughed and said: "I made a mistake this time. I didn't expect that I was still a practicing master."
"No wonder, among those who are still blacksmithing at this age, who has never been a bandit sergeant? I'm afraid I was a yellow turban thief before, right?"
Father Qian didn't answer, and stared at several people fiercely, like a hungry wolf choosing people to devour.
Seeing a few people cowering, Boss Zhu yelled: "Come together and greet each other, how can he still have three heads and six arms?"
After hearing this, several other people quickly gathered around and stabbed Father Qian with their knives. A melee broke out between the two sides.
Although the few slaves were outnumbered, they obviously had not practiced martial arts very much. Instead, they were left in dire straits under Father Qian's counterattack, and were extremely embarrassed.
Not long after, Father Qian had several wounds on his body and his body was crumbling, while several slaves covered their thighs and fell to the ground screaming, unable to get up.
Boss Zhu shouted: "Old man Qian, aren't you afraid of being taken back to face charges?"
"Hurry up and put down your weapons, there is still a way to survive!"
Father Qian held his iron cone sideways and said coldly: "Boss Zhu, although I am a humble citizen, I still have a temper."
"The county magistrate won't let us live, but I still stretch my neck to let him kill me?"
"After I kill you, I can go back and kill Xu Jie. At worst, I will surrender to the official government."
After hearing this, Boss Zhu laughed and said, "You are indeed a Yellow Turban thief, and you have a gangster spirit. I'm afraid you ruined the envoy's affairs, but you still want to live a good life?"
Father Qian sneered and said: "If I kill Xu Jie and survive, I will go to the envoy to ask whose idea it was to rob civilian girls."
Boss Zhu was startled, then laughed and said: "You are not stupid, you actually guessed it."
"In this case, I can't keep you here."
He reached back into the car and pulled out a three-foot-long sword from under the seat.
Before anyone could react, Mr. Zhu struck back with a knife, and the neck of the coachman who was standing behind him was cut open. The coachman covered his neck, his throat rattled, he fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died.
This was beyond everyone's expectation. Several slaves on the ground lost their voices and said, "Boss Zhu, what's going on?"
Their minds went blank. Looking at Boss Zhu's movements, it was obvious that he knew martial arts!
What's going on?
Boss Zhu squatted down, took a few steps forward, and appeared in front of Father Qian!
Father Qian quickly raised his knife to block, but Boss Zhu kicked him out.
Father Qian spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, rolled his body heavily on the ground several times, and even the dagger and iron awl in his hand fell to the ground.
Several slaves on the ground were overjoyed. Just as they were about to struggle to get up, they heard a puff, and Boss Zhu had already stabbed the ring-headed knife into one of the chests.
The man screamed and died.
Before the others could react, Boss Zhu killed all the slaves with a few more blows.
He slowly walked towards Father Qian and said with a ferocious smile, "No one will be in the way now."
"I treat my husband well. There are so many people accompanying you on the road, so you can die in peace."
Father Qian still didn't know that there was something wrong with Boss Zhu, so he struggled to grab the short knife and rushed towards Boss Zhu.
Mr. Zhu sneered, raised his head with a knife, and one of Mr. Qian's arms flew into the air.
He took advantage of the situation and slashed with his sword, cutting open Father Qian's chest.
Father Qian staggered a few steps and fell forward to the ground, blood slowly flowing out from under his body.
Mr. Zhu stepped on Mr. Qian's vest and wiped the blood from the knife on his clothes, thinking that now the matter was done.
He looked back at the dead horse and cursed. Originally, he wanted to ride away, but now it was better. He could only walk on his feet.
He was about to leave when his ears suddenly twitched. He quickly reached out and scooped up blood from the pool of blood on the ground, wiped a few on his face, pressed the knife to his side, and fell next to the wheel, pretending to be dead.
The sound of hoofbeats could be heard, and two horses were gradually chasing after them in the distance. Immediately they saw the carriage and hurried over.
The two of them jumped down to the ground, but Tian Yu and the spies chased them.
When he saw dead bodies everywhere, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly called the spies to inspect the dead bodies together.
The spy recognized Father Qian's clothes at a glance. He turned it over and exclaimed, "This is the man!"
He looked at the corpses around him again: "These are those slaves!"
Tian Yu became alert, something was wrong!
He shouted: "All dead? No one alive?"
The spy heard this and said: "The old man's granddaughter is not here!"
Tian Yu heard this and said, "Take a closer look!"
Tian Yu and the spies checked one by one, and suddenly realized something was wrong, and said, "Why are they all stabbed in the chest?"
Before he finished speaking, a female voice was heard shouting in the grass in the distance: "The murderer is pretending to be dead on the other side of the wheel!"
The next moment, Boss Zhu jumped up with a knife and slashed at the two of them!
Tian Yu was extremely alert and jumped forward, barely avoiding the blade. The spy did not have time to dodge, and was stabbed in his vest. He screamed and fell to the ground, unable to stand up for a while.
Tian Yu pulled out the long knife from his waist with his backhand, turned around and flicked it back. There was a clang sound and the two knives intersected. Tian Yu had already taken the opportunity to turn around.
Boss Zhu yelled and cursed. He recognized that the female voice in the grass was Father Qian's daughter. He didn't expect that she would dare to go and come back again, ruining his good deeds!
Otherwise, he would have succeeded in the sneak attack and escaped on horseback!
He didn't even reply. He shook his sword and struck at Tian Yu like lightning.
Tian Yu concentrated his energy and neutralized the opponent's killing moves one by one, guarding them without leakage.
When he saw the opponent's dangerous sword, an idea flashed in his mind.
Death warrior!
Still a master!
How could Xu Jie, a mere county magistrate, hire such a person as a slave?
Something is definitely wrong with this!
While he was blocking, Mr. Zhu pressed hard with his sword, but he just couldn't take down Tian Yu.
Boss Zhu is in a irritable mood. The other party only defends but does not attack. It is clear that he wants to delay time!
There was the sound of horse hoofbeats in the distance again. Boss Zhu was slightly distracted. When Tian Yu saw it, he started to fight back with his sword!
Over the past year, he had competed with Taishi Ci Zhao Yun many times, and his martial arts skills had already come to the fore. This sudden attack made Boss Zhu unable to resist. Within a dozen rounds, he was hit by a knife in both arms and the long knife fell.
Both of his hand tendons were severed, and he drooped his hands. He retreated to the side of the carriage, gasped and laughed miserably: "I really made a mistake. I didn't expect to meet a master."
Tian Yu said coldly: "Just surrender and tell the truth."
Boss Zhu laughed miserably, turned his head suddenly and rushed forward, and the broken shaft of the car pierced his throat.
Blood gushed out from his throat and he fell to the ground motionless.
Tian Yu screamed in annoyance. He did not expect that the other party would commit suicide so decisively. Now all the clues were lost!
When Yuan Xi was talking to Chen Gui and Guo Jia in the mansion, he learned about what happened outside the city.
After hearing the whole story, he said to the girl next to Tian Yu: "Are you the granddaughter of Father Qian?"
Although the girl looked sad and angry, she still held back her tears and nodded.
He said warmly to the girl: "Don't worry, I will seek justice for you."
Yuan Xi said to Cao Xian beside him: "Take her to change clothes and tidy up first."
After hearing this, the girl knelt down on the ground, kowtowed a few times, and followed Cao Xian.
Yuan Xi asked Tian Yu to sit down and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Guo Rang. If you hadn't responded in time, I'm afraid we would all be taken advantage of."
He turned back to Chen Gui and Guo Jia, "What do you two gentlemen think?"
Guo Jia saw Chen Gui making a gesture of humility and said, "I'm afraid someone wants to drive a wedge between Xu Jie and the young master and take the opportunity to cause trouble."
"But I don't understand, what will happen to a person like Xu Jie if you just kill him?"
"A dead soldier is rare, and a master's dead soldier is even rarer. How can you send such a person just for Xu Jie?"
"If it's just to frame Xu Jie, there are plenty of ways to do it, so why bother with such an easily exposed strategy as recruiting women from the countryside?"
At this time, Chen Gui said: "Perhaps the purpose of this dead soldier is not just to blame Xu Jie?"
"If things don't work out, you can frame the blame. If things work out, you can take this opportunity to get close to the envoy and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him."
"Since he was a dead soldier, he probably had no intention of surviving in the first place."
"In other words, it doesn't matter whether we take action or not. It's enough to make people think that Xu Jie wants to take action..."
"In this way, if something happens to you, Jizhou will definitely pursue it."
"This Xu Jie is Xu You's nephew, and Xu You is the son of Third Young Master Yuan..."
Guo Jia's body trembled, "Sir, you are awesome, that's probably what happened!"
“Ginger is still spicy when it’s old!”
Yuan Xi and Tian Yu finally figured it out and looked at each other. They were both shocked by Chen Gui's harsh thoughts that were inconsistent with his name, and at the same time they were also confused.
Who is so capable as to reach out here?
Who is the biggest beneficiary of this matter?
However, everyone secretly rejoiced that what was originally a very well-thought-out conspiracy accidentally fell on Father Qian and his granddaughter. It can be said that it was God's will.