Being kind naturally means being kind. Regardless of the Shandong men, the Shanxi athletes among the Shandong men, or the heroes outside the Great Wall, they are all kind people.
In the past few days, these people who came to Zhongdu with the envoys of the Song Dynasty were quite bullied by the local gangsters. They were sold extra hard for their strength, but when it was their turn to eat, they were given extra little. But these men had their own tricks, and they were able to
During the day, everyone in the whole yard said good things about them. As for those local gangsters, they even regarded a fat monk among the people as their biological father, and they wanted to wait for him and do all the work.
At this time, the villagers were busy carrying firewood to Huichengmen. Steam was steaming from their heads, but they drove all the local people aside.
The curfew time was coming, and these gangsters had nowhere else to go. Moreover, the city had been besieged for nearly a month, and everyone was anxious and subconsciously wanted to get closer to a certain backbone, so they did not disperse, but squatted and gathered nearby.
Looking at it, some people who were familiar with this group of people also praised: "Look, look, that's Master Huifeng! Master Huifeng has profound Dharma and is not merciless in killing people. Those who came to take advantage of the fire yesterday were all
He was killed on the spot!"
The villagers pushing carts passed by them and couldn't help but snicker.
Monk Luo walked at the front of the queue with his clothes open and a rope hanging on his shoulders. He turned around and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Yu Xing shouted from the back of the team: "Master, someone praised you for your profound Dharma."
As soon as Yu Man'er hammered him, he saw Monk Luo nodding heavily: "Well, that's right!"
"This..." Several people in the queue started coughing.
Because there are so many refugees gathered in the city, Daxing Prefecture has imposed a curfew in vain, but there is no place to accommodate them, so they can only sit and lie on the street despite the hustle and bustle. In recent days, the convoys carrying firewood have taken the main road, which is not as fast as the small road. At this time, the group
After people left the storage yard, they went north first and passed through the alley between Shihefang and Kaiyuanfang.
The sparkling wheels rolled over the stone pavement. Occasionally, a starving person on the side of the road heard the sound, stood up unsteadily, found that there was no food in the car, and staggered back down again.
The motorcade passed Yanqingfang and arrived at Huicheng Gate.
Inside and outside the city gate, the lighting of pine torches everywhere was customized, but now there was not much light. The dark city head was like a dark cloud, with only a few lights extinguishing it.
The people in the queue exchanged glances with each other. Someone reached into each other's stacks of firewood on the cart board and held the handle of the knife.
A few hundred steps away, someone at the top of the city shouted: "Who is this!"
"The one who delivers firewood!"
"Wait!"
Several times in the past few days, the civil servants' team went directly to the city along the ramp to climb the city without any hindrance. Today, there were suddenly more rules. The group of people were waiting below the city head and on the right side of the city gate.
As my vision got used to the dimness, I noticed a long queue standing against the wall on the left side of the city gate. There were cars, mules and horses in the queue. Many people who could clearly be seen were strong and strong, and even carried weapons.
.The eyes of everyone in the queue were focused on it, which immediately aroused the vigilance of the people in the team. Several men who looked like guards pressed their hands on the hilts of their knives and stared at the convoy eagerly.
Monk Luo yawned loudly: "You straight lady, how long do you have to wait?"
The civil servants behind also complained: "Yes, yes, it's already late, I'm even a little sleepy!"
At that moment, two to three hundred people were all shouting, and the momentum was quite high for a while. Several officers from the top of the city rushed over and shouted orders to be quiet.
After waiting for another long while, someone on the top of the city said in a soothing tone: "It's neither a coincidence nor a solution. We might as well ask these people to move it quickly. We have more than 20 families gathered here and there are horses. Wait a minute.
Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to act a little later?”
That was Du Shisheng's voice.
Monk Luo stretched out, raised his hands high, and made a gesture.
When Du Shisheng said this, another person on the wall said: "That's all. It's not possible to open it in front of these unwilling people..."
"Shut up!"
"Silence!"
"Is this allowed to be said?" Several people yelled at the same time.
The voices on the top of the city suddenly became low. After a while, an officer came down from the walking path to the city and shouted: "You guys, come here first and move quickly! Move quickly!"
When they were about to start moving to the city head, they discovered another difficulty. The trail that was wider and suitable for people to go up and down was located on the left side of the city gate, and it happened to be completely blocked by the group of people. Now both sides were impatient, and the citizens were noisy.
, in that queue, there were also people who seemed to have high status, complaining repeatedly, accusing their subordinates of not paying attention to things.
It is obvious that if the people use the narrow footpath on the right side of the city gate, it will take who knows how long it will take for these thirty or fifty carts of firewood to be carried. The group of people on the opposite side are definitely impatient and have no condition to wait. What they have to do is scary and annoying.
These taboos are not suitable to be carried out in public.
After complaining, the situation was already like this, and it had to be resolved. In a moment, several generals came down from the tower, and several people in dark robes, gesticulating and directing the queues on both sides to exchange positions.
At this time, hundreds of people gathered near the city gate. Even though there was no noise from both sides, they still seemed quite powerful in the dim night. Several people who came down from the city tower were obviously impatient and kept urging.
When the two teams were about to cross, Monk Luo, who was walking at the front of the civil servant team, saw Du Shisheng following behind the team.
Du Shisheng was not accompanied by anyone else. It seemed that he, the representative of Ding Haijun, was despised after Ding Hai Hai suffered a setback. There was an old man with white hair in front of him, but there were many followers around him, and there were more on the four sides, front, back, left and right.
Surrounded by famous and fierce guards.
The white-haired old man was walking to the last step of the horse path. The city wall of Daxing Mansion had been built for decades, but it was not maintained very carefully. The ground in front of the steps had been stepped on countless times, and it was obviously sunken. Du Shisheng
After a few steps, he raised his voice and said, "Mr. Zhao, be careful!"
This is this person. His name is Zhongdu Shang Taxation Company Envoy, but he actually controls several grain depots. He has been sucking blood in Zhongdu City for the past half month.
Monk Luo suddenly stepped forward, and people in the civil servants queue rushed to climb the city. Several people rushed into the opposite queue in two or three steps, pushing two of the four guards back.
The guard was caught off guard and was squeezed by the people, so he struggled to move away from the people blocking the way.
Surrounding the guards were none other than Yu Xing and Yu Man'er. One of them was stunned, the other ruthless, and they were the first to take action. The two of them pulled out daggers from their sleeves and stabbed the guard's chest and abdomen quickly.
After several successful blows, blood spattered and soaked the guards' clothes. The two guards remained silent, rolled their eyes, and their bodies slid down and went limp.
The other two guards around Zhao Gongzuo immediately turned their hands and drew their swords. Their agile movements and quick reactions clearly showed that they must be well-funded and proficient in fighting.
Unfortunately, when they drew their swords, Monk Luo pulled out his thick and long iron rod from the firewood cart beside him.
The iron rod followed the momentum of his pulling and suddenly swept across. One of the guards reacted very quickly. He dropped the straight knife on the spot and leaned back. However, the force of the iron rod was too fierce, and the guard's left arm was broken first with a click.
Then there were repeated cracking sounds, countless bones in the chest were broken, and he died instantly.
The iron rod continued to sweep, easily knocking off the second guard's straight knife, and then smashed his head like a rotten watermelon. Although he was still standing, his head hung beyond his right shoulder, and it was soft and soft.
Blood seeped out from between the skin and bone fragments.
As soon as the two guards left, Zhao Gongzuo's eyes were cracked, and he opened his mouth to shout wildly. However, although the iron rod was as thick as a wrist, it was as flexible as a giant python, and it turned back in a blink of an eye. The top of the iron rod
The pestle was punched into his wide-open mouth, crushing his gums, flesh, and neck bones in one breath, until it was only half an inch into the rammed earth city wall.
Zhao Gongzuo twitched twice, blood gurgled from his mouth, and his whole body hung on the iron rod, motionless.
At the same time that Monk Luo took action, the entire army of civilians rose up, killing twenty or thirty people in an instant, and pushed hundreds of people on the opposite side who were trying to escape to the bottom of the city wall, and stood close to the wall one by one.
Although their movements were extremely fast and violent, the movement was not small.
Immediately there was fire swaying far away from the city wall, as if coming here. There was also a primary school student who asked loudly: "What's wrong?"
Miao Daorun, who had been sitting in the dark at the top of the city, stood up. He nodded to Heshi Lieheshou, and then responded in a loud voice: "It's okay... I have something to do here!"
The entire city wall nearby is in charge of the Wuwei Army. This army, which was rebuilt after the Zhongdu Incident, is nominally the emperor's personal army, but in fact, less than half of it is Miao Daorun's old team. Other generals can also hear Miao Daorun's voice.
.What’s more, to this day, Miao Daorun still holds the title of Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Guard Army?
As a result, the garrison at that place relaxed obviously, and the fire that was approaching also stopped.