Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 134
  Seeing Jia Cong coming, Zhou Qianhu hurriedly came over to say hello and said: "There are no eyes for swords and guns here. I'm afraid the third master's body will be damaged. Please ask the third master to go back to his room for a while. After the general has dealt with the thieves, he can come back to say hello."

Jia Cong waved his hand slightly and said: "It doesn't matter." He didn't want to take action, but seeing this situation, if he relied on the crowd, he didn't know how many officers and soldiers would die.

I quickly raised my eyes and saw a big man with a yellow face among the fierce bandits. He was holding a short gun and flying up and down. Wherever he went, people were on their backs and their horses were overturned. There was no one who could defeat him. He was so brave and brave.

Jia Cong slowly pulled out the Qingluan, raised his sword and shouted: "All officers and soldiers, listen! Master Yanyuan has an order: Anyone who beheads a thief to one level will be rewarded with a hundred gold!"

There must be brave men under the heavy reward. When the officers and soldiers heard this, they cheered up and shouted loudly, and immediately suppressed the bandits' offensive.

Ignoring the dissuasion of the thousands of households, Jia Cong walked through the layers of human walls and walked to the front line, staring at the yellow-faced lion-hair Dong.

The short spear in Mao Tong's hand reached out like a poisonous snake, and he picked out a salt man again. Suddenly, he felt the figure in front of him flicker, and a sharp sword light struck his head, like thunder and lightning. He was stuck when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not yet there. When he was alive, he was very cunning and vicious.

In a hurry, Mao Tong had no choice but to hold his spear over his head to resist.

The sword seemed to have anticipated this move, and it suddenly turned and slashed across the steel spear. Mao Tong was shocked. Knowing that he was encountering an expert, he hurriedly gave up and retreated, narrowly avoiding the loss of his finger.

Jia Cong was unyielding when he was in a position of strength, so there was no chance for him to regroup his offensive. He had already pounced on him, his sword fully deployed, like silver flowers in full bloom, covering Mao Tong tightly.

When Zhang Yuanba and the two saw Jia Cong rushing out, they rushed to protect him on both sides.

Yan Shuangying's family has a long history, and he has practiced martial arts since he was a child. The Yanling sword in his hand danced into a ball of rotten silver, flicking, blocking, hacking, and wiping, firmly protecting Jia Cong's left wing.

Zhang Yuanba, on the other hand, was much simpler and cruder. He didn't know any tricks. He carried two 80-pound six-edged barbed brass Japanese melon hammers made by skilled craftsmen in Yangzhou City. With broken bones and tendons, he killed all the bandits in an instant and cleared the area ten feet around.

Seeing that the bandit was too scared to come up, Zhang Yuanba smiled and hit Mao Tong with a hammer.

Mao Tong was struggling to resist Jia Cong's dense sword force when he suddenly felt a black shadow coming from above his head. He hurriedly raised his hands and raised his gun to block it.

when! With a loud noise, the steel gun in Mao Tong's hand was bent, and the copper hammer stopped exactly in the curve of the gun body, only three inches away from his head.

Mao Tong's whole body was shaken violently, as if he had been struck by lightning, his ears were buzzing, and he felt that all the bones in his body seemed to have been shattered by the hammer just now, and it was difficult to move for a moment.

Jia Cong took the opportunity to slash with his sword!
  A bright sword flashed, with a soft crack, and two severed arms with twisted short spears fell to the ground with a clang.

A huge yellow-faced human head flew into the air, and a stream of blood shot out like a fountain.

"Hall Master!" The gangster was shocked. He didn't expect that the yellow-faced lion Mao Tong, who was skilled in martial arts, would be killed by a young man, and his momentum was suddenly released.

"Kill me!" Jia Cong was keenly aware that the opponent's momentum was exhausted. He roared and rushed into the enemy's position first.

Zhang Yuanba was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he had already stood firmly in front of him, guarding Jia Cong behind him like a wall. He swung his two copper hammers and crushed him into the crowd.

Jia Cong and Yan Shuangying huddled behind him happily, their two steel knives flashing left and right, harvesting the lives of the gangsters.

The officers and soldiers were inspired by the momentum of the three men and their morale soared. They stepped forward bravely and instantly forced the bandits into a small circle.

Zhang Yuanba laughed heartily. He liked this kind of battle the most. There were so many enemies and they were crowded together, making it impossible to avoid or hide. It was like a windmill with only two copper hammers dancing around. There was a constant banging sound, and the thieves were knocked out one after another by him, and they died before they even hit the ground.

Jia Cong went on a killing spree. These gangsters were obviously carefully selected and had quite a few tricks in their hands. They were much more enjoyable to kill than the thieves they met on the ship last time. The sword skills they had practiced for many years were tempered in actual life and death combat. , more and more mature, mature, sharp and attractive. Next to him, Yan Shuang watched the six routes with eagle eyes, fulfilling his duties, not seeking to kill the enemy, but only wanting to protect Jia Cong's safety.

The bandits were frightened by the killing and knew that the situation was over. Suddenly someone shouted: "Stop! We are willing to surrender!"

Zhou Qianhu was overjoyed, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Jia Cong laugh ferociously: "Who are you? You just stop when you say stop? Brothers, kill them all for me! One hundred taels of silver per head!"

All the officers and soldiers laughed, and their hands tightened a little more.

Seeing that the victory was determined, the government officials who had been retreating became brave and rushed forward one by one, for fear that they would not get the money in the end. They were professionals in fighting smooth battles.

Zhou Qianhu touched his nose and saw Jia Cong speaking. He didn't want to be surrendered anymore. He thought to himself that the nobleman from the capital of Cong, the Third Master, could be so murderous.

Seeing that there was no way to survive, all the bandits summoned up their courage to kill and wanted to pull in a few more backstops, but the officers and soldiers were unable to advance even an inch.

However, this situation only lasted for a few breaths. The bandits' will to resist was destroyed by the unstoppable killings of Jia Cong and Zhang Yuanba, and they all showed signs of despair and fear.

After another cup of tea, all the bandits were wiped out.

All the officers, soldiers, and government servants turned into butchers one after another, rushing to harvest the heads on the ground. This was a lot of money, and the hands were quick and the hands were slow.

Jia Cong shouted hurriedly: "Stop it, don't dirty the backyard! It's just a small amount of money, and you are still afraid that Yanyuan will default on its debt? Follow me to the front yard and kill the remaining bandits. Everyone who participates in the battle today will be rewarded!"

All the officers and soldiers laughed and said, "It depends on Third Master's orders."

Yan Shuangying was clever and picked up Mao Tong's head and pinned it to his waist, then followed Jia Cong to the front yard.

However, seeing that the situation in the front yard was not optimistic, nearly a thousand officers, soldiers and government servants were killed by two to three hundred ruthless bandits and were retreating steadily. The enemy was about to break through the gate and break out.

Zhao Qianhu was secretly complaining. Today's mobilization of officers and soldiers from the guard station to rescue the Yanyuan was an order personally issued by Governor Gu. If the bandits escaped in this situation, it would be a matter of debate whether his head could be saved. Wusha It must be impossible to keep it.

Suddenly I saw a large number of reinforcements pouring out of the backyard. I felt relieved and said with great joy: "Brothers, the rebels in the backyard have been eliminated. Please work harder and leave these thieves behind!"

Feng Chang, the Living King of Hell, used a ghost-headed sword with a flash of light. He killed countless officers and soldiers. Suddenly, he heard the sound of dense footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a young man covered in blood, leading a large group of officers to surround him from behind. When he came up, he secretly shouted that it was bad.

Yan Shuangying threw Mao Tong's head over and shouted: "If you don't surrender, wait till then and see who this is."

"Hall Master!" The gangsters were shocked, and their momentum for a desperate charge was suddenly released, and they all looked at Feng Chang.

A sharp look flashed in Feng Chang's eyes. Before he could speak, he heard Jia Cong repeat his old tricks and shouted: "Everyone, listen, Mr. Yanyuan has an order: Anyone who kills a thief will be rewarded with a hundred gold!"

The officers and soldiers in the front yard became more powerful. They immediately drove the bandits back and surrounded them firmly.

"Zhou Qianhu, wipe them out and leave a few alive." Jia Cong said coldly.

"The general has the order!" Zhou Qianhu said hurriedly: "Brothers, follow me to kill the thieves!" With a large group of people, he surrounded and attacked from behind, attacking from both front and rear.

(End of this chapter)