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Chapter 582 0579 [Ghostly Means]

The Buddha Mother said solemnly: "To show our sincerity, we can first submit a letter of nomination."

"A certificate of nomination?"

The little woman looked puzzled.

The Buddha's Mother said confidently: "Although Manichaeism has only a small foundation in Guangdong and Guangxi, it has invested a lot of manpower and material resources. After the news of Fang Qi Buddha being captured alive spreads, the protectors and generals of Guangdong and Guangxi will definitely organize their own hands to rob the prison. It will not take three days. Someone will contact me on the next day, and then you can go to Zhuo Tower and inform the people in the Secret Intelligence Department of Qi."

With this certificate of submission, the Emperor of Qi must be able to feel her sincerity.

As long as she can get on the line and enter the palace to meet the saint, she will give you great gifts in the future.

She was born into a merchant family, and she understood a truth very early on: there is no deal that cannot be negotiated in this world.

If so, it's just because the price wasn't there.

……

After capturing Fang Qifu alive, the ecstatic shopkeeper Hu did not get carried away. After all, the performance of Haiyang County's archers and policemen today was rotten to the core.

There are still many Manichaean remnants lurking in Guangdong and Guangxi. There is no guarantee that these people will not take the risk and choose to rob the prison car midway.

Therefore, he immediately wrote a secret letter to Kuang Zixin, informing him that Fang Qifu had been captured alive, and asked Kuang Zixin to send an elite army to Haiyang County to respond.

Kuang Zixin was overjoyed when he received the letter, and the big stone that had been hanging in his heart finally fell.

Fang Qifu was captured alive, which brought a successful conclusion to the attack on Fujian.

Kuang Zixin attached great importance to Fang Qifu and directly ordered Sun Zhi, who was stationed in Zhangzhou, to lead his Shenzhou battleship group to Chaozhou to respond.

……

That night.

In the bedroom in the backyard of Zhuolou, shopkeeper Hu was sitting at his desk, writing secret notes with a pen and paper with a solemn face.

This secret memorandum was submitted to the Secret Service's southern governor, and there was no possibility that it would be forwarded to His Majesty in the end, so the words and sentences must be chosen with great care.

To be one of the first batch of secret agents, he had studied in the Qingzhou Army's scout camp for several months.

After the initial excitement, clues were quickly discovered.

He found a silver needle under Fang Qifu's ribs.

Judging from the force shown by Fang Qifu, how could he fall while running away.

Moreover, even if you accidentally fall, you should get up immediately instead of lying there waiting for the police to catch up.

Obviously, someone was secretly helping them capture Fang Qifu.

Is this person a friend or foe?
Was there a schism within Manichaeism, or was it someone else?

Unfortunately, Qifu Fang, the leader of the thief, was very tough. No matter how hard he pressed, he didn't say a word.

While he was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the backyard door.

Shopkeeper Hu was horrified and immediately blew out the candle and took out the dagger from his waist.

For a moment, the room fell into darkness.

It was already late at night, and there was already a curfew in the city. There was already a problem with someone knocking on the door. What was even more strange was that the big dog kept in the courtyard did not make any movement.

This dog has been kept for more than half a year and is used to look after the home. Every time I hear footsteps in the distance, it will bark a few times.

That's why he's so cautious.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he gently opened the bedroom door. Under the bright moonlight, Shopkeeper Hu quickly glanced around the small courtyard.

Not finding anyone, he glanced in the direction of the kennel again.

It was pitch dark inside the kennel, and it was impossible to see whether the big dog was dead or alive.

Shopkeeper Hu's eyes flashed with shock, he stared at the far door, and asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

There was silence outside the door and no one answered.

"who is it?"

Shopkeeper Hu asked again.

Seeing that there was still no answer outside the door, he simply walked forward and opened the courtyard door.

Sure enough, the alley was deserted.

Shopkeeper Hu frowned and closed the courtyard door again.

All the way to the kennel, I saw the big dog curled up inside, motionless. Only the slowly rising and falling chest and abdomen proved that it was still alive.

Suddenly, a little silver light reflected on the big dog's back.

Shopkeeper Hu stretched out his hand, groped for a moment on the big dog's back, and then pulled out a silver needle.

As the silver needle was pulled out, the big dog immediately shook its limbs a few times, as if it was about to wake up.

Looking at the silver needle in his hand under the moonlight, Shopkeeper Hu knew clearly that this person was the one who helped them capture Fang Qifu the day before yesterday.

Immediately afterwards, doubts arose in his heart.

What is the purpose of this person coming here with great fanfare tonight?

Demonstration?

It is undeniable that the other party's cunning methods are indeed superb, but behind him is the Secret Service and the Imperial Court of Qi.

There are experts among the people. Shopkeeper Hu does not deny this. However, in front of the imperial court, no matter how clever the methods are, it will undoubtedly shake the tree.

With doubts and the silver needle, shopkeeper Hu returned to the bedroom.

Relight the candle and a bright fire lights up.

Just as he sat down, he suddenly found a note on the desk.

"It's a good idea!"

Shopkeeper Hu sighed in praise.

To be able to be so naughty under your nose, the other party's methods are really clever.

Picking up the note, Shopkeeper Hu glanced at it and his expression changed.

I saw that on the note, written in delicate and beautiful plum blossom small regular script, "At the second quarter of the ugly hour tomorrow night, the remnants of Mani will rob the prison, and they will all be in armor." 】

hiss!
Shopkeeper Hu took a deep breath, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

He had already predicted that the remnants of Manichaeism planned to rob the prison, so he kept Fang Qifu in custody in the prison, waiting for the navy to come to rescue him.

But he didn't expect that the remnants of the Manichaeans who came to rob the prison were all armored.

The importance of armor in this era needs no further elaboration.

Three or five people wearing iron armor can run rampant in a small county. If the Manichaeans who came to rob the prison were all wearing iron armor, the archers in the government office would not be able to stop them.

Thinking of this, Shopkeeper Hu couldn't help but feel scared.

He did not doubt the authenticity of the note. After all, the other party helped arrest Fang Qifu two days ago, so there was no need to go to such great lengths to lie to him.

……

The next day.

The county town is as usual, busy with traffic and constant flow.

Ships and goods from Shantou Port are constantly transported to Haiyang County. After passing through this transfer station, they are then transported straight upstream from the Han River to Jiangnan West Road and Jinghu.

Wow~
A water tanker came from the pier and headed towards the county town.

Every time the cow pulling the cart took a step, there was a sound of water in the cart, and occasionally water splashed out.

When the water tanker came to the city gate, it was stopped as expected.

Since Fang Qifu was arrested, Li Du has been rectifying his officialdom. Compared with the past where he could come and go as he pleased with just a few pennies, it is now much stricter.

After all, he was originally a broken man, but now he has made great achievements and is likely to keep his hat. Li Du suddenly seems to be a different person, working diligently in politics and trying to save some of his reputation.

Two officers stepped forward and stopped the waterwheel: "Stop, do you have a reason?"

The coachman spoke the local dialect of Haiyang and said: "This official, I am from Zhikou Town."

"What's in the car?"

The guard looked him over and asked again.

The coachman replied: "It transports sea fish and sea bugs."

"Open."

The officer said without any doubt.

Hearing this, the driver obediently opened the wooden cover. The water inside the water cart was turbid, but he could clearly see the fish and sea turtles inside.

After checking, the officer waved his hand.

"Thank you for the business trip."

The driver thanked him and drove the cart into the city.

Along the street, he came to a house in the north of the city. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door: "Send Hai Tong."

With a creak, the door was opened.

After the bullock cart drove in, the courtyard door was closed again.

In the courtyard, seven or eight big men gathered around. The leader asked, "Where is the armor?"

This person's name is Feng Wanhong, one of the sixty-four generals of Manichaeism, and a man from the green forest whom Fang Qifu met in his early years. Because he had followed Fang Qifu for the longest time, he was also the most severely brainwashed.

In addition, there is another crucial point, that is, Fang Qifu was captured, and he will no longer have the Ultimate Bliss Pill.

The Pill of Bliss has always been Fang Qifu's most effective means of controlling his subordinates. It is distributed regularly and in limited quantity.

Some time ago, the Qi army attacked Fujian, and Fang Qifu fled into the mountains. Contact was suddenly cut off, and Fang Wuxiangong and others were all overtaken. The supply of Paradise Pills was naturally cut off.

Without the Bliss Pill, Feng Wanhong and others spent this period of time in agony.

When he was addicted to drugs every day, he was tortured by the feeling of being eaten away by all kinds of insects and life worse than death, which almost drove him crazy.

Now let alone prison robbery, even if he was asked to carry a sword to Tokyo City to kill the Emperor of Qi, he would not hesitate at all.

"At this."

The coachman said, tinkering with the mechanism, and a secret compartment suddenly opened from the left side of the waterwheel.

The secret compartment is not big, barely enough for an adult to lie inside, but it is enough for hiding armor.

Soon, the driver pulled out eight pieces of half-length armor and a steel knife from the secret compartment.

Seeing the weapons and armor, the leading man nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "As soon as you leave the city, go to the dock and wait."

"Disciple, obey."

The driver nodded solemnly, and then drove the ox cart away.

Feng Wanhong ordered: "Move the sword and armor into the house, and the third child will buy some food. Eat and drink enough. Everyone should have a good sleep to recharge their spirits and rob the prison when they are ugly."

"Yes."

Several subordinates responded in unison.

Soon, the third brother bought back the food.

Since they were going to rob the prison tonight, there was no drink. After the big men finished eating, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Feng Wanhong was lying on the bed, and suddenly a feeling of nausea came from his stomach.

Knowing that his addiction had returned, he quickly picked up a piece of linen cloth and stuffed it into his mouth, then pulled out a piece of hemp rope and tied his hands and feet.

After doing this, the torture that was worse than life gradually appeared, as if countless invisible insects emerged from every corner of the body and gnawed at one's internal organs.

Feng Wanhong bit the linen tightly, his eyes widened, and his face was full of pain.

Sweat continued to seep out and soon soaked his clothes.

I don't know how long it took, but the look of pain on Feng Wanhong's face gradually dissipated, and he seemed to be exhausted, staring at the roof with his eyes blankly.

After a while, Feng Wanhong spit out the linen in his mouth, bit the end of the rope with his mouth, and untied the hemp rope on his hands and feet.

His wrists and ankles were dripping with blood, all caused by friction during the struggle.

Silently taking out the golden sore medicine and applying the powder on his wrists and ankles, Feng Wanhong murmured to himself: "If you endure it a little longer, after tonight, you will save the Buddha, and you will no longer have to suffer the torture of inner demons."

……

midnight.

Feng Wanhong woke up to the knock on the door.

The voice of his subordinates came from outside the door: "Honorable Sir, it's almost time."

"Ah."

Feng Wanhong responded, stood up, put on his boots and went out.

In the yard, seven men were putting on iron armor.

He stepped to the well and washed his face. The cool water instantly dispelled his sleepiness.

Taking the armor from his subordinates, Feng Wanhong put it on skillfully, then held the steel knife in his hand and ordered: "Let's go!"

The courtyard door opened, and a group of people filed out and went straight to the government office.

In the county city, one after another figures sprang out from everywhere. These people had a strong aura, wore armor and held knives.

The prison was located in the west of the city in a quiet location, more than 300 steps away from the government office.

Soon, more than forty people gathered in the west of the city.

These people are the elite backbone of Manichaeism on Guangnan East Road. They are either Dharma protectors, generals, or Blue Fire disciples.

In order to rescue Fang Qifu, almost all Manichaean leaders came out, this time it was a desperate move.

Otherwise, when Fang Qifu is escorted to Fujian and taken over by the Qi army, there will be no chance.

The leader of the protectors lowered his voice and said: "Remember, after rescuing the Buddha, you should immediately retreat from the West City. Don't be reluctant to fight. I have arranged for people to get the guards on duty drunk. Once you leave the city, disperse immediately and meet at the dock."

"Yes."

Everyone responded hoarsely.

"on!"

The protector waved his big hand, and everyone rushed forward.

Feng Wanhong took the lead and rushed towards the prison with a knife.

The dense and heavy footsteps startled the guard on duty at the door: "Who is it?"

"Your grandpa!"

Feng Wanhong roared.

When the Manichaeans came closer, the jailer saw the situation clearly. He was frightened out of his wits and ran away with the water and fire stick.

The protector reminded: "Don't chase, it's more important to save the Buddha!"

boom!
Using a run-up, Feng Wanhong kicked open the door.

The rest of the people behind him swarmed in.

Originally, Feng Wanhong had already prepared for a fight. After all, it was a prison in the county and he had captured Buddha alive, so he must be heavily guarded and guarded.

However, after breaking into the prison, they found that there was no one in the spacious courtyard, and the entire prison was completely silent.

"No, I fell into a trap!"

There was a cry in the crowd, and some people realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of footsteps.

Everyone turned their heads and saw hundreds of archers wearing leather and paper armor, surrounding the prison gate, armed with shields and guns.

Under the illumination of torches, dozens of powerful crossbows and more than a hundred bows and arrows were aimed at the gate.

In addition, there are hundreds of police officers guarding the perimeter, responsible for vigilance.

Haiyang County's armaments were lax, and these crossbow leather armors were brought by Li Du from nearby inspections at the reminder of Shopkeeper Hu.

Shopkeeper Hu stood in the crowd, looking at the remnants of the Manichaean cult wearing armor and holding knives in the government office with lingering fear.

Thanks to that person's reminder, otherwise these rebel thieves would have successfully robbed the prison.

"Kill out!"

Feng Wanhong made a quick decision and roared.

Now that the door is closed and the dog is beaten, the only way to survive is to rush out desperately, otherwise you will die.

"Kill!"

The Manichaeans roared loudly and followed Feng Wanhong out of the prison.

Shopkeeper Hu ordered: "Fire the arrow!"

Whoosh whoosh!
Along with the sound of breaking wind, a dense rain of arrows enveloped Feng Wanhong and others.

There was a tinkling sound, mixed with a few screams.

Unless you are a eagle shooter with amazing arm strength, the bow and arrow will basically be unable to break through the iron armor. Even if it breaks through the armor, it will not penetrate deeply and it will cause skin trauma.

Bows and arrows cannot break armor, but a crossbow with armor-breaking arrows can!
Moreover, the iron armor of these Manichaean remnants is only light and half armor, which is not as good as the cold-forged heavy armor.

After just one salvo, seven or eight people fell to the ground and wailed.

"Cum again!"

Shopkeeper Hu ordered again.

Another round of arrows struck, and once again more than ten people lay down.

Just two rounds of volleys, and nearly half of the men were lost in an instant.

Feng Wanhong was also hit by an arrow in his left shoulder. The excruciating pain made him almost crazy, and he rushed towards the crowd with red eyes.

The archers in the front row set up shields and immediately pushed forward, while the archers in the rear held spears and stabbed continuously.

To be honest, these archers are no different from farmers in terms of fighting ability, and they have no rules when fighting.

He doesn't have much to eat on weekdays, he only has two meals of gruel mixed with sand, and he doesn't practice much. How can he get his fighting strength?

But fortunately, we have an absolute advantage in numbers. As the saying goes, if there are too many ants, the elephant will be killed.

A quarter of an hour later, the fighting was over.

Feng Wanhong and others were really tough. There were about twenty people, facing hundreds of archers, and they fought fiercely for a quarter of an hour, killing more than fifty people.

Shopkeeper Hu glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground and ordered: "Cut off the heads and order the official craftsmen to pickle them."

(End of this chapter)