The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 191 The Three Musketeers.
The two torches illuminated the two zhang area over there, and one could clearly see the figure standing with hands behind his back in the light of the fire, and the guards lined up behind him, counting the coachman, there were only five people.

A group of more than 40 people beside the bonfire suddenly shouted loudly: "Who is this looking down on—"

"Kill him!" "Five people dare to come and provoke!"

The bonfire "cracked" sparks, and among the mixed voices, Cui Yin on the chariot calmed down after a brief panic. He had never seen Geng Qing, but what the other party said just now had already shown his identity , raised his hand to make everyone quiet, and heard no other movement around, it seems that five people really came here.

There was a mocking smile on his face, and he also raised his hands.

".I heard that Geng Shangshu was young and frivolous, but also resourceful. Why did he lose his sense of control and act recklessly today? It seems that he is really impatient."

After finding out the identity of the other party, and no other help came, only five people from the other party, and more than 40 people around him, dare not say that the martial arts are amazing, even the number of people can trample him to death.

The advantage is mine.

The night wind blew through the nearby forest, and in front of the carriage ten feet away, Geng Qing just tilted his head, and immediately arched his hands: "Cui Xiang looks very confident, this person is too confident, and he will suffer. Oh By the way, does bullying orphans and widows make Cui Xiang more confident?"

"you!"

It is really shameful for a dignified prime minister to kidnap children and women and put aside the law and morals first, because he can't stand up to his face. If he doesn't end in person, if something goes wrong with the people under his command, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Cui Yin was at a loss for words for a moment, looked at the subordinates around him, and chuckled lightly.

"Geng Shangshu is eloquent, just wait a moment, I wonder if you can be as proud as you are now. I forgot to tell you that your mother-in-law and children have been sent to the Zhuwen military camp. People are rolling over."

Geng Qing narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the two sides had almost no face to tear, Cui Yin stepped back half a step back with a sneer on his face, and waved forward.

"Go over, catch him and kill him!"

"It seems Cui Xiang doesn't want to talk any more. It's okay, I'm afraid that if we say a few more words, we can't help but feel sorry for each other, and then we will be reluctant to do anything."

Seeing more than a dozen figures over there with weapons walk through the range of the fire and touch it, Geng Qing took two steps back, raised his hand and pressed forward.

Behind them, the three guards who carried the wooden box stepped forward, untied the wooden box and stood on the ground, and figures came over in front of them. The three of them moved extremely fast, skillfully opened the box cover, took something, and quickly assembled it.

"Big spring!"

Geng Qing called Dachun, who was carrying a hammer, and threw the six-hole firearm behind him to him, "Take it, do you know how to use it?"

"Yes. Da Zhu, why are you standing so far away?"

Dachun has long been fond of this thing. He touched it a few times when he was in Geng's Village. Now he held it in his hand, imitating his old movements and aiming at it. When he turned around, he saw Geng Qing standing on the side of the carriage looking at it. He waved his fingers to the front.

"Stand so far away."

Dachun turned his face back suspiciously. In front of his vision, figures changed from walking to running in the darkness. The flashing faces grinned ferociously in the darkness and brandished weapons.

"kill!"

The moment someone yelled, Dachun was so frightened that he quickly leveled his firearm, but the next moment, something was raised in the hands of the three of them out of the corner of his eye. He glanced slightly sideways, opened his mouth, and squeezed out One voice: "Mother Lie."

Frost hairs stood up accordingly, more than a dozen people rushing forward were still running wildly, Cui Yinsheng was holding a roll in the carriage beside the campfire in the distance, looking at the men approaching there, but there seemed to be a light in his eyes .

In the distance, the subordinates were shouting, leaping forward, swinging the blade: "I want your life!"

"what."

Before Cui Yin's words fell, he heard a bang in his ears, a ball of flame shot up into the sky, illuminating the night, the smile on his face froze, and he stood in a group of flames in the sky. The three people in the row were holding the thick tube as big as the mouth of a bowl. While the flames spewed out from the six holes the size of a thumb, there were also fine iron beads. Fly backwards.

The face, chest, and shoulders were covered with dense wounds and blood holes, and the eye sockets became bloody. The rest of the people who fell behind stopped for a while, with terrified expressions on their faces, "Demon law?"

Cui Yin was also stunned on the carriage, unable to react at all, and Geng Qing over there did not intend to respond to them, standing on the side of the carriage and pressing the plugs in his ears.

"Change."

The guard who had fired a shot retreated, and the other immediately took half a step forward, aiming at several figures wandering in place, and pulled the trigger, the string collapsed, and the firing pin hit the flint with a bang, and the moment sparks jumped inside, The nearly [-]-jin firearm in his hand burst into flames again.

At a speed that the naked eye couldn't keep up with, the iron beads that came out of the hole scattered in all directions, and it was too late to dodge in an instant. Among the figures standing still, pieces of cloth were torn and pieces mixed with blood splashed.

Because of the distance, the people who were not hit in the vital part screamed and rolled around on the ground with their thighs in their arms, and some covered their faces and let out heart-piercing wailing.

They are not an army, they have no armor, not to mention that armor and bows and crossbows have been important weapons since ancient times. If they are hidden or made privately, they will be imprisoned. In serious cases, they are tantamount to treason, ransacking their homes and beheading.

'Although it can't penetrate the armor, it still looks good in terms of lethality. '

Geng Qing roughly commented that in the past three years, he had rebuilt three of them. This time, it was more cumbersome, and it took almost a year to make one. All of them were hand-polished bit by bit by the blacksmith in the city. The six-hole firearm in Dachun's hand weighed more than 30 catties, and only Kong Wu's three powerful guards could use it.

As for the iron balls, they are molded with soil after melting the iron filings, and there are differences in each size, but the six-hole firearm is not that particular, as long as it can be thrown into the hole.

There was no one standing in the open space in front of them. By the bonfire over there, all the clamoring people were silent, and they even subconsciously wanted to step back and distance themselves a little.

Cui Yin came back to his senses, pinched his fingers on the palm of his hand, forcing himself to calm down, as a leader of the younger generation in the Qinghe Cui family, he could see the disadvantages of the things that suddenly appeared in front of him.

After seeing the flames subside, the person holding the strange thing retreated, and seemed to take the pouch on his waist, and filled the thing inside.

"Don't be afraid, that thing is slower than a crossbow, spread out and charge up now!"

Out of trust in him, the remaining 23 people took a breath, clenched their swords, rushed out of the range of the fire, and rushed towards Geng Qing, trying to rush to the front before the opponent was ready.

Bang!
Bang!
There was another burst of flames and loud noises, and the remaining guard and Dachun each fired a shot, directly throwing away the firearm in their hands. At this time, the other two guards came over with a rope, tied one end on their body, and the other with a belt. There was a sharp cone, and the three of them stood in a triangular position and each threw it to each other. There was a light 'click' and it was inserted into a copper buckle on the back of the waist.

The next moment, he pulled out the blade at his waist and faced the 23 figures rushing towards him.

(End of this chapter)