Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Thinking of this, Qiao Mu looked at the bandit with admiration.

Then he gets hard.

His fists hardened.

Qiao Mu stood up, clenched his hands into fists in front of him, and assumed the posture of Changsheng Fist, but his right hand was still trembling slightly, and his arm was still oozing blood.

"I want you to know that there are no cowards in our Qiao family!" Qiao Mu confronted the bandits with a cold face, his eyes burning like a torch:

"Even if you're bare-handed and one hand is half disabled, you won't bow to bandits like you!"

Qiao Mu entered the scene in a second.

Ever since he tasted the sweetness of high-quality death, he has fallen into the abyss of pretense.

You have to pretend to die!It would be even better if he could die because of pretending to be forceful!

In fact, what he meant was: I am half-crippled now, and it is easy to kill, so hurry up and take my head!

But as Qiao Mu stood up, clenched his fists and walked towards him, the bandits who surrounded him finally saw his appearance clearly.

"This... isn't this person the gun-wielding officer who charged alone?"

"Isn't he already dead? I saw it with my own eyes! I shot an arrow in his body?"

"That killing god is still alive?"

"He has so many wounds all over his body, he was stabbed all over his body, why are the wounds gone?"

"impossible!"

The thieves were shocked at first, then panicked, then terrified. They all backed up three steps and made a big circle.

Back from the dead?The point is that they have already seen the corpse!

Feudal superstition is bad...Qiao Mu felt that it was necessary to explain it carefully, so that these bandits could rest assured and kill him.

"Don't be nervous, I'm already dead, and now I'm my elder brother Qiao Lin..." Qiao Mu frowned and changed his words:

"Yancheng Centurion Qiao Mu is my younger brother, and he died tragically under your sword. I only hate that I came too late and failed to save me...save my own brother!"

The thieves were in confusion for a while before someone took a serious look at Qiao Mu's 28-year-old mature face.

"It's really not the same person, obviously a few years older."

"I just saw him secretly attack and assassinate the leader of the officers and soldiers with a thrown spear, Lieutenant Chu of Yancheng!"

"He is not an officer, and he killed the leader of the officers and soldiers? Then is he an enemy or a friend?"

The bandits were caught in a chaotic discussion.

But during the discussion, the eyes that glanced at Qiao Mu were still full of fear and fear.

Qiao Mu, who died in a fierce battle, left a deep impression on them!

And Qiao Lin in front of him is obviously a fierce man who is not inferior to Qiao Mu in the slightest, and his strength is even higher than Qiao Mu's.

So what should they do?

"Why don't you ask the boss what he means?" Someone suggested, and many thieves quickly nodded.

Obviously, the boss in their mouth has a very high prestige.

"The bandit king Song He?" Qiao Mu also became interested.

All he wanted was a good death.

And judging from these few fights with the bandits, it was clear that Song He, the bandit king who led the bandits, was not a simple character.

Being able to find out about his assassination of Colonel Chu so quickly and surround him again, it is obvious that the bandits did not flee before, but retreated strategically.

If Colonel Chu rushed in rashly, he might really give away his head.

Qiao Mu likes dealing with strong people the most. The stronger the strong, the more dangerous they are, and the more valuable they are for scoring points.

Chapter 24 Chapter 23 Bandits, Wang Songhe

Yancheng.

Lao Huang, the monk and other sergeants were walking in the ranks of officers and soldiers.

Captain Chu was brutally assassinated before retreating, but these officers and soldiers finally returned to Yancheng without any danger.

This trip out of the city to suppress the bandits was not a triumph, even the leader died, so morale was a bit low.

The depression of Lao Huang and others has nothing to do with the success or failure of the bandit suppression. They are more concerned about the corpse on their shoulders.

"Go to Yancheng so soon?"

"I haven't thought about how to talk to the boss's family..."

"Otherwise, it's better to wait until the pension is allocated, and then go?"

Lao Huang and the others were talking in a low voice, but they accidentally caught a glimpse of a blind woman sitting there with her eyes closed facing the street in a noodle shop by the side of the street. (Monthly fee group, 69493,6135, [-])

They vaguely guessed something, subconsciously kept silent, just silently carried the corpse and continued walking.

Fortunately, the blind woman didn't see anything, and she didn't seem to notice their passing.

They walked all the way to the barracks before they finally felt relieved.

In the face of bandits, they each have their own skills, even Lao Huang, who knows only iron crotch skills, knows how to hide and hide on the battlefield.

But facing the family members of the dead colleagues, especially the colleagues who died for them... really gave them quite a headache, it was much more difficult than facing bandits.

"It's safe and sound..." Just as he was heaving a sigh of relief, Lao Huang was patted on the shoulder.

"Thank you for moving the body." It was a centurion surnamed Chu who spoke.

He and Captain Chu were considered to be in the same family, so they became his confidantes, and he was also ordered by Captain Chu to restrain Qiao Mu's body before.

"The burial of my comrade's body into the ground will be handled by someone from the barracks, so I don't need to bother you."

Lao Huang hesitated for a moment, then nodded yes.

Although he is not under the direct jurisdiction of this centurion, after all, the other party is a ninth-rank military officer, and the first-level official crushes people to death, not to mention that Lao Huang and others are just ordinary sergeants.

He could only say goodbye.

After Lao Huang left, the centurion smiled lightly when he looked at Qiao Mu's body.

He wasn't interested in Qiao Mu's remains, but some people were.

Although Captain Chu is dead, he may be able to use this incident as a link to the city lord's son.

...................

Dongshan outside the city.

Qiao Mu didn't put up much resistance, and let the bandits around him escort him to the depths of the forest.

First, he just used the demon to disintegrate, and now he is weak and weak, unable to break through.Secondly, I also want to see who the leader of this bandit is.

Walking through the forest and up a small hill, I saw a rather elegant middle-aged scribe waiting under a tree surrounded by bandits.

"You are the Bandit King?" Qiao Mu was a little surprised.

The leader of the bandits should have a rougher appearance in his mind.

But I didn't expect this person to be elegant, with a face as white as jade, and he was a middle-aged scribe with quite a temperament.

The scribe said helplessly:

"My surname is Wang, and my name is Song He. The so-called name of Bandit King is actually just a rumor spread by some people who don't know how to read."

When Wang Songhe said this, he suddenly covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed lightly and painfully, with blood in the cough.

"Still a sick scholar? Isn't that right?" Qiao Mu frowned slightly.

This person was obviously pale and frail, and Qiao Mu felt that he was even weaker than himself who had just used the demon to disintegrate, but he also had a vague sense of danger.

Under stress, Qiao Mu turned his body sideways to Wang Songhe subconsciously, retreated half a step, raised his hands slightly, and assumed a posture of responding to the enemy.

Wang Songhe took Qiao Mu's reaction into consideration, and just smiled lightly.

"I heard that your surname is Qiao, and you are the elder brother of the centurion Qiao Mu in the Yancheng Army?"

"That centurion Qiao Mu is extremely brave, he is indeed a hero."

Wang Songhe's attitude was very kind, and Qiao Mu was surprised by his kindness, as if the two sides were not life and death enemies.

He said again: "Qiao Lin, you are brave and a hero. Do you intend to join me in Dongshan, and follow me in this troubled world to make a big event together?"

Is this starting to attract me?

Qiao Mu said suspiciously:

"My brother Qiao Mu died at the hands of your bandits, and he also killed many bandits..."

"You are Qiao Mu's brother, not Qiao Mu himself. Besides, Qiao Mu is dead, so the grievances and grievances have been wiped out. You also killed Captain Chu, who was in charge of the officers and soldiers, and you have solved the siege of Dongshan." Wang Songhe talked eloquently:

"In today's world, if you kill me and I kill you, what is right or wrong?"

"Is there a possibility that neither you nor I are at fault, but that this world is at fault?"

Qiao Mu was silent for a while.

In the bandit world, recruiting enemy generals seems to be a very common thing.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, it is impossible for him to hide in the mountains and act as some kind of bandit.

Qiao Shu categorically said:

"A real man was born between heaven and earth, so he should be proud of himself. How can he hide in the mountains and forests to make a living?"

As a ruthless scoring machine, Qiao Mu started to play again, he was deliberately provoking the opponent, trying to get a good death.

"It seems that Brother Qiao is quite prejudiced against bandits like me." Wang Songhe was not annoyed, but smiled slightly:

"Brother Qiao may wish to guess, where did this bandit come from?"

"How can so many bandits gather in the barren land of Dongshan? I'm afraid this is far beyond the expectations of the officers and soldiers?"

Qiao Mu remained silent.

He is not a native of Yancheng, so he can't guess correctly.

Seeing that Qiao Mu didn't speak, Wang Songhe explained to himself:

"Since Wu Shengren suffered a disastrous defeat in the alien war, the fortunes of the Great Yan nation have turned from prosperity to decline."

"The emperor of this dynasty is weak and incompetent. He only knows how to do his best to please others."

"Since then, taxes have become heavier, the people have suffered, and the people have been in dire straits. It has been decades."

"Did you know that famine broke out in Yancheng a month ago? The outer city of Yancheng, not to mention ten rooms and nine empties, is ten to four or five."

"Where do you think so many poor people who disappeared went?"

Qiao Mu was slightly taken aback, glanced at the bandits around him, and asked again:

"Is that why you are bandits?"

Wang Songhe explained:

"You and I are not saints. If we want to survive in this troubled world, it is almost impossible for our hands not to be stained with blood. We can only try our best not to do evil."

"Besides, what I want to be is not this kind of bandit who cuts paths and robs roads."

"Oh? Is there a second kind of bandit?" Qiao Mu asked.

The middle-aged scribe said:

"The so-called thief is an outlaw, a madman who cannot be tolerated by the Law of Great Yan."

"The so-called mountains..." Wang Songhe stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the mountains:

"There are many mountains in this world."

"Some mountains are above the wilderness, and the giants are enough to divide the yin and yang."

"Some mountains are in people's hearts, but they have no shape but make it difficult for the world to walk."

"Some mountains are on top of people's heads, but they can break the spine of the world without weight."

Wang Songhe turned around, looked at Qiao Mu, and said word by word: