Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 15 I draw my sword and you lie on the ground

"Yang Qian, what should we do now?"

The remaining yamen runners and constables did not seem to be panicking at all, let alone being afraid. They were mainly just very angry.

He was a police officer, a man who could walk the streets of Sandai City with impunity. Now he was tied up like a pig by a group of soldiers with spears and armor. It was too humiliating.

The idea is to give it a try and go up to fight. You can't just get beaten and not fight back, right?

However, among the people present at this time, Yang Qian had to take the lead, because Liu Fu was tied up. This case was made very clear from the beginning of the large-scale search, and Yang Qian was assisting.

Yang Qian was not stage-frightened, and even had an irrepressible eagerness to try.

Since he killed the evil spirits and bandits before and spent more than 200 gold in one go today, Yang Qian's strength has changed a lot. It is no exaggeration to say that it has skyrocketed.

What's the point of improving your strength? Isn't it for times like this?

He took off the scabbard from his waist and held the knife in his hand.

"What else can we do? The soldiers are bullying us, how can we just walk away? We should kill them!"

Seeing Yang Qian's actions, the remaining yamen runners and constables also understood Yang Qian's meaning. Fighting with the sheaths, taking the approach of fighting, there is no need to see blood, otherwise the other side may suffer a loss if they have more people and more power.

"Okay, kill them!"

But no one knew the reason why Yang Qian held the sword in its sheath instead of drawing it was because, although he really didn't want to see blood, he was not worried about suffering a loss, but was worried that he would accidentally kill too many soldiers on the opposite side and would not be able to report to his superiors.

Of course, if the other side really wants to do whatever it takes to snatch the person, Yang Qian will not be so stubborn as to not draw his sword. Blood will still be shed.

"The garrison soldiers are following military orders! Liu Chengkun and his family have colluded with bandits and evil spirits. Their crimes are unforgivable and they should be dealt with by the garrison who are responsible for eliminating the banditry. You should all get out of the way immediately to avoid losing face!"

Only then did Yang Qian see clearly that the leader on the opposite side was a lieutenant officer holding an iron rod. The long spear in the hands of the guards beside him was also pointed upwards, appearing to be very restrained. But the fierceness in his words was not concealed, as if he would attack if anyone dared to say no.

"According to the order of the yamen master, we are investigating the case of Liu Chengkun colluding with mountain bandits and evil spirits. The case has reached the stage of arresting and searching. Outsiders should stay away. Anyone who dares to interfere will be treated as an accomplice! Don't make mistakes, and leave immediately!"

Yang Qian was not polite and directly retorted.

We all know that there will be a fight, but the attitude must be expressed so that it is justified.

"Go! Take off their weapons and tie them up!" The captain gave the order and the guards formed a formation and pressed forward immediately.

In the spear array, even if the spear tips are retracted, the pressure is still there. You can't just crash into the spear tips yourself, right?
Step by step, they were compressed and squeezed by the spear formation, and finally lost their composure and could not form an effective counterattack.

Even if he jumped up to avoid the spears, there were several swordsmen and axemen holding iron rods and shields behind the spear formation. They would charge forward with shields and then smash him on the head with iron rods. They would knock the master down with a few strikes. The differences in individual strength were greatly limited in the face of this kind of joint military formation and tactics.

Of course, the situation is not really unsolvable.

After all, the spear array could be moved to the courtyard, so it was already very thin. As long as they took advantage of the gap in the front to block the spears and quickly cut into the back of the opponent and cut through the array, that would be another matter. Without the suppression of the spear array, if the fighting power of the yamen runners and constables present was released normally, they would not be inferior to these guards.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and a human figure was caught in the wind!
It’s Yang Qian!

The "Wind-Chasing Step" was performed, just as described on the panel, the steps were embedded in the wind. The speed was extremely fast and the movement trajectory was completely invisible.

He just floated past a yamen runner who had just been pinned to the ground by a spear!
The two spearmen's eyes blurred, and then they felt a sharp pain in their left knees, and then they lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Dislocated knee!
This kind of injury is not a serious matter, but it is not easy for everyone to reposition it, and it is extremely painful and will cause complete loss of combat effectiveness.

Next came the swordsmen and axemen holding shields and iron sticks behind the spearmen.

Without waiting for the swordsman to charge over, Yang Qian twisted his feet and returned to the row of spearmen. Then he slashed horizontally with the scabbard in his hand. With two more snaps, two more spearmen fell to the ground, their knees also dislocated by side blows.

When the swordsman and the axeman missed their target and three of them bumped into each other, causing a moment of chaos, Yang Qian rushed back with the scabbard in hand at the ghostly speed of a butterfly flying in the wind. At this time, the swordsman and the axeman no longer had the advantage of the shield attack that they had performed together before.

There were two more muffled thuds, followed by screams, and two more soldiers fell to the ground hugging their knees.

"Your movements are quite interesting! They seem like something we use in the military."

Yang Qian was just about to follow suit and make a few more guards lie on the ground, but an iron rod came across and stopped him. No matter how he swung, rushed, or feinted, he could not get rid of the opponent.

It was the captain who was leading the group.

Yang Qian did not respond. He got the Wind-Chasing Step from Wang Xiang's family. Wang Xiang's father had served in the frontier army before, so this skill must have originated from the army. The lieutenant officer opposite was right.

However, he only blocked the "Wind-Chasing Step" at the minor success stage. This was nothing. The truly powerful thing in Yang Qian's hand was the "Eight Styles of the Oxtail Knife" which he had already reached the perfect stage.

Now that his surprise attack failed, Yang Qian restrained himself and no longer struck out roughly with the sheathed oxtail knife in his hand. Instead, he slashed out with the knife in a seemingly ordinary but actually unexpected trajectory.

At first, the captain was able to block a few attacks with the iron rod, but soon he found that he could not keep up with the increasingly strange and unpredictable trajectory and rhythm of Yang Qian's sword.

What a strange knife technique!
What a powerful sword move!
Obviously it seemed that there was no method at all, but the oxtail knife with sheath could always make the offensive and defensive forces of the iron rod invisible, and always hit the weakest point of the iron rod.

The captain officer only took ten moves from Yang Qian before he began to become obviously at a loss.

In the thirteenth move, Yang Qian chopped the wrist of the opponent holding the stick with his scabbard, knocking the opponent's iron stick down, then turned around and chopped diagonally, just like before, removing all the keys to the captain's legs.

It took only a cup of tea. The yamen runners and constables, who seemed to be suppressed by the Yabingmen and eventually tied up, suddenly achieved a victory that no one expected due to Yang Qian's outburst.

Not only did he knock down all the soldiers who rushed into the backyard to the ground, but they even included the captain who led the garrison!

Then, the guards at the back continued to rush in, but were knocked down by Yang Qian and several yamen runners and constables who stabilized the situation, and the backyard was stabilized immediately. The guards outside no longer dared to come in, and the situation became stalemate for a while.

When Yang Qian returned to the study and looked at Liu Chengkun who was tied up tightly, he saw him looking at the sky outside through the window. A small red kite appeared in the sky.
(End of this chapter)