You sell swords, I go crazy, I am a father in Shengjing

Chapter 44 Some troublemakers, he actually got worse!

The shouts of killing outside the station were loud, and a famous mountain bandit held a scimitar and iron sword, and desperately greeted the soldiers of the guard.

Even though the guards had used the outer wall of the station as a cover, there were still many people dying in a short period of time.

It can be said that compared with the orderly morale of the bandits, the morale of the soldiers was extremely low.

After all, whoever has just experienced a wave of betrayal by his comrades-in-arms has lost nearly half of his people in just a short time, and the generals directly under him have been acting as cowards in the post station, so they may not be able to cheer up.

"Old Zhao, are these the elite soldiers and imperial guards from the camp on the outskirts of Beijing? I think it's okay for me to go!"

Behind the bandit army, a man with a scarred face smiled wantonly, looking at the soldiers inside the wall with contempt in his eyes.

He was tall and strong, and his strength was astonishing. He was even more powerful with his sword, and he killed five or six soldiers in just one encounter.

It was so easy to kill them that he didn't rush forward with his younger brothers.

"Heh, Scar, now you know the benefits of taking refuge in me, right?"

Beside Scar, a man in red fur smiled, his mediocre face was full of complacency.

As one of the brokers of the Mighty General's Mansion, Zhao Rong was in charge of communicating with the bandits in the Northland, and even established bandit dens on some easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack mountains.

And these "bandits" seem to be bandits, but they are actually taught by brokers like them. Not to mention the complete victory over the local garrison in Jokhang, their combat effectiveness is astonishing.

Of course, how can his simple training compare with the Royal Forest Army and the Beijing Suburban Camp?The people in front of them were retreating steadily, but it was just Beijing that had already made arrangements.

Among the so-called elites, how many percent are elites?
But Zhao Rong would never tell Scar about these secrets, in his opinion, this is a great opportunity for him to win people's hearts.

"Okay, okay, brother, you are really capable!"

Dao Scar, who was so proud of himself, laughed out loud, paused for a moment, and then looked somewhere with glowing eyes.

Zhao Rong also quickly noticed something strange about him, and when he looked over, he realized that the other person was actually looking at a girl in Chinese clothes who was standing in front of the window and looking at the battle.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, and her skin is as white as snow. Even if it is just a vague outline, people can detect her nobility and arrogance.

beauty.

That's an absolute beauty.

And looking at the attire of the other party, it is absolutely impossible to be a maid-like character, and as far as they know, the accompanying officials did not bring their family members, so the person standing by the window can only be that person...

"Old Zhao, if I help you capture the inn and capture the princess, can you give her to me for fun? One night, just one night, you are going to kill her anyway. Wouldn't it be the same if you kill her after I've had enough fun? ? What do you call this? What’s the best of both worlds?"

Scar stared closely at the figure by the window, laughing as if possessed.

He was born in a reckless family, and he only relied on his own strength to get into the rivers and lakes.

But as long as he is a hero, it is impossible not to love beauties, especially beauties who are born noble and arrogant.

However, he was born ugly, with a scar added the day after tomorrow, coupled with this humble background, not to mention being a noble girl, even those low women from ordinary families would not give him an extra look.

But what if they don't like him?
After being snatched back by him, don't you still have to be obedient and lie on the bed to serve him?

If you are obedient, he will give you some food and drink, and if you are disobedient, you will be killed directly. After all, they are just bitches who have no eyesight and cannot recognize heroes!
However, even though he had robbed many women, most of them were the daughters of small families or merchants.

The only time he committed a crime was to kidnap the daughter of the newly elected magistrate of Liangzhou. She was just a concubine, but the Liangzhou garrison chased him and his brothers all over the mountains.

In the end, it was Zhao Rong who showed up to help him, and the higher-ups quickly transferred the magistrate away, and the matter was left alone.

Looking at the girl standing quietly behind the window, Scar felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, and he was shouting, what is the daughter of the prefect?His scar wants the princess of that day!
Zhao Rong knew that Scar was lecherous, but he didn't expect that he would dare to set his sights on Princess Zhaoming.

This is no ordinary princess, but the first princess.

However, as Scar said, he was going to be killed anyway, so it was not impossible to let him have some fun.

"Okay, as long as you can lead people to attack, then you can do whatever you want, princess."

"That's what you said!"

Scar smiled ferociously and clenched the big knife in his hand, retreated lazily, and rushed towards the wall of the inn not far away in one stride.

It's just that he chatted too engrossed with Zhao Rong, or felt that today's battle was a foregone conclusion, so he didn't care about someone coming out of the station.

Of course, there were only a dozen people, and they wouldn't care if they saw it.

"Master, you..."

Behind the guards, a young man in black clothes suddenly raised his eyes, a pair of light-colored peach blossom eyes were like sharp dark lights, looking coldly at the rear of the bandit army.

After a while, before the subordinates behind him could react, he disappeared like a bow and arrow from the string.

Almost at the same time, Scar also raised the big knife in his hand and rushed to the outer wall of the inn with a group of young men, the gate that was most difficult to guard.

The gatekeepers had seen his strength just now, and now seeing him rushing so arrogantly, with so many bandits behind him, his heart was pounding.

"Kill! Fight in for me! Tonight I want the princess of that family to be my bride!"

Seeing the fear on the defender's face, Scar laughed loudly, raised his knife, and loudly announced his good news.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed out of the crowd, and the long sword in his hand was as cold as snow, coming straight towards Scar's fragile throat.

The speed was so fast that even though he had been walking around the world all year round and had scars from countless lives on his body, he didn't react quickly and could only raise the knife to block the vital points.

The long sword met the big knife, sparks splashed in the night, Scar felt his arm was numb, and he almost couldn't hold the big knife in his hand.

The person who was fighting with him no longer went straight for the throat, but kicked him hard in the lower abdomen, sending him flying backwards.

But flying upside down is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the almost breaking pain coming from underneath the body...

The pain was so severe that when a group of boys caught him and tried to help him stand up, he turned pale and couldn't stand with sweat on his forehead.

"Boss, boss, are you okay!"

"You son of a bitch, dare to sneak up on our boss! Brothers go up and fuck him!"

"Kill! Kill him!"

Several bandits charged forward with knives in hand, trying to bite off a piece of meat from the young man standing quietly in front of the gate with a long sword in his hand.

However, what was waiting for them was not the boy at all, but the seventeen guards who rushed out immediately after.

Although there were only seventeen of them, they stopped all the bandits like a copper wall and left a broad road for their master to go to the scar.

"Tell me, who do you want to be your bride?"

(End of this chapter)