After listening to the report with a big mouth, Ximen Qing gave the order to assemble and also issued a strange order: cut off the head.\\..\\
Cutting off heads? Some soldiers in the Guards Corps didn't know why, and thought they wanted to be rewarded based on their merits, so they hurriedly started cutting off people's heads everywhere. Of course, they were all the heads of the dead soldiers in Zengtou City.
He opened his mouth wide and couldn't understand. He wiped his sweat and asked: "Chief, now we can't tell who killed whom. Isn't it appropriate to reward people based on their merits?"
Ximen Qing smiled mysteriously: "I am going to say that I will defeat the remaining Zengtou City soldiers with their heads. Do you believe it?"
He opened his mouth really wide this time and shook his head to show that he couldn't understand.
Wu Song on the side said thoughtfully: "Is it possible that my brother's move is to attack the heart?"
"Exactly." Ximen Qing said with a smile: "The other courtyard has calmed down now. The main force of the enemy is the more than 200 people gathered in the courtyard of the back hall of Fahua Temple. Although there are sixty or seventy of us in one place, brothers
We all fought hard and are exhausted, so if we push forward forcefully, there will definitely be many casualties."
"Zeng Sheng's head is of great use, don't forget to cut it off."
Wu Song nodded, went over and cut off Zeng Sheng's head with his own hands, and held it in his hand. Ximen Qing arranged for the drums to be carried out, and Shi Qian led seven or eight soldiers into the courtyard. First, he told his family the latest news, and second, he took Feng Sheng's head away from him.
The mound of earth blocking the courtyard gate was moved away.
According to the prodigal Yan Qing, it would take a while to move the mound of soil. Ximen Qing did not want to wait outside the courtyard gate after killing the enemy.
Although his family members were not harmed this time, Ximen Qing still vaguely felt that his current ability was not enough to completely protect his family, especially the little enchantress Xue'er and Pan Jinlian who had not officially married.
Ximen Qing was worried, and while leading the soldiers to the Main Hall, he considered various possibilities.
Could it be that he was leaving his family in Liangshanbo for a while, waiting for Wu Song and himself to establish a firm foothold in Tokyo before taking them over?
Ximen Qing has really seriously considered this possibility, but now on Liangshan Mountain, there is Song Jiang, the fat man in black. He saved Chao Gai, the King of Pagodas, but he just can't see the fat man in Song Jiang screaming every day in the novel.
Even the hardcore black whirlwind Li Kui couldn't stand it. [ . ] Is Song Jiang worthy of Chao Gai? Is he worthy of the heroes who came to him for his name of Shiyu Xiaoyi Heisaburo?
Are you worthy of those generals who were demoted by the imperial court?
In Ximen Qing's eyes, Song Jiang was just a chicken-hearted guy. After becoming the master of the village, he tied everyone on a Zhao'an brand chariot and rushed towards the dark cliff ahead without blinking an eye.
However, after saving him, Chao Gai suppressed Song Jiang again. He was definitely a thorn in Song Jiang's side. Ximen Qing felt that he really wanted to stay in Liangshanbo for a while to help support the king.
You can't run against Song Jiang, that black guy.
Carrying two sacks filled with human heads, Ximen Qing, Wu Song and Yan Qing led about twenty people to the Main Hall and met Liu Renzhong and the others. Of course, Zeng Sheng's head received special treatment and was carried by Wu Song himself.
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Liu Renzhong straightened up and introduced the situation to Ximen Qing. Ximen Qing also went to watch secretly for a while, then turned around and asked in a low voice: "Who among you is better at playing Cuju?"
"Cuju?" Liu Renzhong looked at Ximen Qing in disbelief: "This battle is not over yet, why are you suddenly asking about this?"
Ximen Qing pursed his lips, and then Liu Renzhong noticed the two sacks filled with ball-shaped objects. Judging from the bloody condition on the surface of the sacks, Liu Renzhong certainly would not believe that they contained leather balls for Cuju.
"Pour it out." Ximen Qing ordered in a low voice: "Choose a few good Cuju players and kick them into the crowd. If you hit the enemy, you will be rewarded with a hundred articles."
The soldier followed the order and loosened the mouth of the bag and tipped it down. Naturally, what rolled out was not a ball, but the heads that had just been cut off. All of them were the heads of Zengtou City soldiers.
Liu Renzhong suddenly realized: "So this is what the leader meant..."
"That's right, we don't have the numerical advantage now. We can only use this method to make the enemy's morale demoralized and unwilling to resist. Only in this way can we win a great victory and minimize casualties." Ximen Qing explained with gestures.
Hearing Ximen Qing's explanation, Liu Renzhong was in awe. In his eyes, Ximen Qing's image was infinitely elevated.
There are not many leaders on Liangshan who can fight, let alone have such a mind. Those fallen generals have no real power in their hands. Apart from being called out to fight in a duel when they go into battle, they actually have no right to command the army. The command power has been
There are very few leaders in their hands, especially Song Jiang and Wu Yong. If it weren't for the king of heaven, Chao Gai, to personally lead the troops this time, their power would almost fall away.
It was probably because of this that Liu Renzhong hung out with a bunch of thorny people.
Ximen Qing's ideas, or strategies, were refreshing to Liu Renzhong. What pleased him even more was that Ximen Qing's commanding style put the lives of soldiers first and would never let go of any opportunity to reduce casualties. That of other generals
Liu Renzhong really couldn't agree with the simple act of letting the soldiers charge with the finger of a horse whip.
Cuju developed most prosperously during the Northern Song Dynasty. Almost everyone, men, women and children in the country played it. Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, was particularly fond of it. There was also a special women's football team in the palace. The most famous one, Gao Qiu, became an adult because he was good at Cuju.
Although I don’t know what the military level of Lieutenant Gao is, it is certain that he will make a fortune from playing football.
Whether it is the army or the grass bandits, it is natural to play a few games in their free time. Liu Renzhong himself is also a good player, so he immediately called a few more good players and tried the feel of his feet with the heads.
"Zeng Kui is not in the courtyard, what a good opportunity!" Ximen Qing observed for a while and found no one like Zeng Kui. There were basically ordinary soldiers in the courtyard.
"Boss, I'll try to kick you first." Liu Renzhong did his duty. He walked to the door and roughly estimated the distance. He threw the head in the air, stood up and kicked it out. The head went straight to the second floor with blood on it.
The Zengtou City soldiers who were thirty steps away flew away.
The enemy was not far away. Naturally, everyone did not dare to shout loudly. Instead, they stretched their necks and watched the "Rentoju" fly over without turning. It was so powerful that Ximen Qing nodded repeatedly. If Liu Ren
He was born a thousand years later, so he might not be able to save the national team.
A soldier next to him who was doing a yuyu leap shouted in a low voice: "It's a bit high, what a pity!"
Sure enough, the "Rentoju" flickered past the heads of the Zengtou City soldiers, and the soldiers with their backs turned didn't react at all.
"Could it be that long-distance flying is also a tradition?" Before Ximen Qing could say "what a pity", he heard Liu Renzhong say "not necessarily".
The soldier just now let out another low cry, followed by the others who cheered softly.
Ximen Qing looked around and saw that the "Rentoju" flew not far above the soldiers' heads, then suddenly lost power and fell straight down, landing right in the middle of Zengtou City soldiers who were resting in a circle.
It turns out that Liu Tuozi’s goal from the very beginning was the middle of the crowd!
This kick made Ximen Qing speechless. Could it be that the Northern Song Dynasty was the pinnacle of Cuju? Even Liu Renzhong had such good kicks. How could the national football team be embarrassed a thousand years later?
"What the hell!"
"What a shame, what a head!"
"Who throws heads for fun!"
"You are so immoral and smoking, but grandpa is still eating cooking cakes! How can you eat this bloody thing!"
The Zeng Tau City soldiers immediately stood up and cursed.
A good-hearted soldier picked it up, took a look at the dead man's hair, and was stunned for a moment.
"Isn't this the younger one from the old guy's family?"
The soldiers came over to take a look, and sure enough, two more soldiers recognized him: "When this guy came, he said he would give women a penny, so why did he have his head cut off? Is there an enemy?"
These soldiers shouted, and more soldiers came around to watch. When they were wondering, the soldiers facing here pointed to the sky in horror and shouted: "Human heads! They are all human heads!"
In an instant, almost all the soldiers turned their heads to look.
Flying all over the sky...are human heads.
Liu Renzhong led a few soldiers and opened the bow with both feet left and right at the door. Anyway, he had attracted the enemy's attention. At this time, he didn't need to worry about his footwork and accuracy. He just wanted to kick the "Rentoju" out.
It was raining heads of people from the sky.
Heads were rolling on the ground.
Ximen Qing could see that the eyes of the soldiers in Zengtou City were full of fear. They instinctively avoided the "Rentoju" falling from the sky. They had no intention of stopping the Cuju performance twenty or thirty steps away.
In the "Ren Tou Ju", there are their father and brothers, as well as the brothers who drank and got beaten up together yesterday.
Dozens of "human head bows" were all used up in a short time. Looking at the heads rolling around, Ximen Qing waved and Wu Song handed over a whistle stick. Zeng Sheng's bloody head, including the eyes and the back of the head, were tied to the front part of the whistle stick.
None of the arrow branches were pulled out.
Ximen Qing smiled and weighed the whistle stick in his hand, and raised it with one hand flat at an angle of 45 degrees. The people next to him took a fresh look and didn't know what kind of shape it was.
"Hey! Everyone on the other side listen up!" Wu Song stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs according to Ximen Qing's instructions: "Your fourth young master from Zengtou City has been executed! The heads are here! Watch them all!"
The soldiers in Zengtou City opposite were in confusion, and their eyes gradually focused on Ximen Qing, who was posing with a smile next to Wu Song.
Ximen Qing tapped his right foot on the ground, ran forward two or three steps happily, leaned back slightly, then raised his right arm high and waved hard!
These movements were completed in one go, allowing Ximen Qing to use the whistle stick with Zeng Sheng's head tied on it as a javelin and shoot it out!
Of course, the center of gravity of this "javelin" was unstable, and it did not fly very far before it fell to the ground crookedly, but this was enough. The soldiers in Zengtou City looked at the bloody human head with wide eyes.
An arrow was inserted in the front and back, but it did not affect the recognition rate at all.