Water Margin: You dog official, you still say you don’t know martial arts?

Chapter 899 Liu Gao: So lonely as the snow... [3 more]

Hua Pufang also laughed at first, but soon he realized something was wrong. He saw a group of giants!
Zhang Bao and Wang Heng are ten feet tall, Lu Junyi is nine feet tall, Lu Zhishen, Wu Song, Li Kui, Sun Li and Hu Sanniang are all eight feet tall!

Standing next to those malnourished minions under their command, he stands out like a crane among chickens!
This group of giants appeared on the dock, making it seem very crowded and small...

Although Lu Junyi had dismounted, Hua Pufang recognized him at a glance.

After all, Lu Junyi shot and killed the vanguard Xu Bin right in front of him!

Hua Pufang also recognized Hu Sanniang at a glance. After all, it was very rare to find a female general who could ride a horse and fight.

So Hua Pufang felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, chilling him from the top of his head to his heels!

"Humph!

"It would be fine if they just surrendered honestly!
"If you don't behave yourself, you will have to follow my instructions later..."

Yang Hu walked away while talking. As he did not receive timely feedback from Hua Pufang, Yang Hu turned his head and said:

"Marshal...where is he?"

Hua Pufang was no longer there, half a step behind him. Yang Hu turned around and saw Hua Pufang.

Hua Pufang stood ten steps away in a daze, his body stiff, his face pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his eyes dull...

"marshal?"

Yang Hu frowned.

He originally thought Hua Pufang was a talented person, so he appointed Hua Pufang as marshal.

Hua Pufang's previous performance was indeed good, but since the defeat against Suzhou, he has become sluggish.

Hua Pufang pointed at the dozen men and women and shouted tremblingly:

“They are the strong reinforcements from Suzhou!
"They are pretending to surrender!"

"Oh?"

Yang Hu stroked his long beard:
"Marshal, please don't show up yet. Go and arrange a hundred swordsmen..."

Hua Pufang shook his head with lingering fear: "One hundred is not enough!"

Yang Hu frowned again:

"Then two hundred axemen!

"At the banquet, wait for me to smash the cup as a signal!"

Hua Pufang cautiously suggested:

"My lord, I'd better prepare more to avoid any accidents!"

"Okay."

Yang Hu waved his hand impatiently:
"You can make arrangements yourself."

"Yes!"

Hua Pufang turned and ran away. Yang Hu curled his lips:

I was wrong. I didn't expect this guy to be so cowardly!

Accompanied by a group of minions, Yang Hu swaggered towards the dock.

Although Hua Pufang said that the dozen or so men and women were braver than ten thousand men, Yang Hu didn't believe that there was really such a bravery in the world.

Because Yang Hu had never seen it with his own eyes, he believed that everything he had not seen with his own eyes was fake.

Besides, there are more than a hundred minions on the dock, and there are only a dozen of them on the other side. What is there to be afraid of?

So Yang Hu walked over with a swagger and asked the little henchman in a pretentious tone:
"what happened?"

"Your Majesty!"

The minions all bowed to Yang Hu, which greatly satisfied his vanity.

In the original novel, Yang Hu had five or six thousand men under his command, and he dared to proclaim himself emperor just by occupying Taihu Lake. Now he has become very low-key.

"Your Majesty?"

Liu Gao walked out from a group of giants, still wearing snow-white clothes, a feather fan and a scarf.

Looking at Yang Hu with a smile, Liu Gao greeted him politely:
"Your name is Yang Hu?"

Yang Hu was furious:
"Who are you to dare to speak disrespectfully to this king?
"Get it for me!"

The minions immediately rushed forward, and then, nothing happened...

Yang Hu couldn't believe his eyes. Why did his minions look like they were made of paper?

Lu Junyi swung his gun, and a row of minions' heads flew up like wine corks!

Blood was spraying all over the sky like red wine! Lu Zhishen's newly acquired 108-jin water-milled iron Zen staff was a magical weapon for team battles!

If you hold on a little, you will die. If you bump on a little, you will die!

If you touch it, your skin will be broken; if you rub it, your tendons will be hurt!
Wu Song's double swords were like the god of death's scythes, madly reaping lives!

The minions fell one after another like wheat...

A dozen people against more than a hundred minions, it was a one-sided massacre!

There was even a pale-faced scholar who stood there, calmly waving a goose feather fan and watching the fun.

Hey?

Yang Hu discovered the flaw:
This pale-faced scholar is obviously the leader of a dozen evil spirits. With his delicate skin and tender flesh, it seems obvious that he has no martial arts skills!

If I could capture this pale-faced scholar, wouldn't I be able to use the emperor to control the other princes?

It’s worthy of me!

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Yang Hu was secretly proud of his own wit, then he drew his sword without hesitation and rushed towards the pale-faced scholar.

Well done!
Liu Gao raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Baowang carried one of his pair of large swords on his back, so he was holding a stone in his hand at this time.

However, before he could shoot Yang Hu in the head, Sun Li whipped Yang Hu on the back!

Yang Hu was beaten so hard that blood spurted out of his mouth and he fell to the ground at Liu Gao's feet, as if he was rushing over to kowtow to Liu Gao...

Ugh……

Liu Gao rubbed the smooth pebbles in frustration:

My subordinates are getting better and better at fighting, and it's not even my turn...

It's so lonely like snow...

Except for those minions who were beaten to death before they could react, all of them knelt down and surrendered.

Yang Hu lay on the ground with a heart full of 'F*ck':
Why don’t you people from Xidongting Mountain play by the rules?

Aren't you here to pretend to surrender?
Why don't we smash the cups as a signal at the banquet?
How can you come up with a trump card right at the start?
Lying at Liu Gao's feet, Yang Hu wanted to launch a sneak attack, but there was a row of big feet around Liu Gao.

Although he didn't know who they were, Yang Hu knew he couldn't afford to offend them when he saw them looking like rows of small boats.

As long as the green hills remain, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood!
Yang Hu gritted his teeth and glared, and to everyone's surprise, he rolled over.

Yang Hu rolled down from the dock.

There is no shelter on both sides of the dock. After all, Yang Hu's men are all sailors. Is he afraid of falling into the water?
So Yang Hu rolled directly into the lake, dived into the water and swam several feet away.

"Wow!"

Yang Hu emerged from the water, wiped the water off his face, and shouted to Liu Gao fearlessly:

"If you have the ability..."

"when!"

Before Yang Hu could finish his words, a pebble came at him with lightning speed!
Right on the forehead!

At that moment, Yang Hu's eyes rolled back and he sank to the ground with blood all over his head...

Comfortable!
Liu Gao patted the non-existent dust on his hands, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his smile was as warm as a spring breeze.

……

In the simple palace, Hua Pufang commanded the executioners:

"Go inside, it's wide!"

In the hidden corner, the swordsmen were already surrounded by men. It was no exaggeration to say that one was fighting another...

"Marshal, there's really no room inside!"

One of the executioners couldn't help but complain to Hua Pufang.

"Push! Push more!"

Yang Hu said to arrange 200 swordsmen and axemen, but Hua Pufang thought it was still too few, so he arranged 500...

Still crowded?

The executioners were about to cry:
Now they are one on top of another, and if we squeeze them again, they will be one sandwiched between two...

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