The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1756 A Heart of Iron, Bones of a Mountain!
A secluded teahouse nestled in the woods.
As if declaring, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens," Zhang Cheng raised his knife and roared, "Leave the child here, or don't blame me for not sparing anyone's life!"

"You little bastard, how dare you threaten me? You've got a death wish!"

Staring angrily at Zhang Cheng, the woman immediately pulled an axe from the bundle beside her and said, "Brother, what should we do?"

"Chop him!"

A roar rang out, and the burly man behind him drew his broadsword and stepped forward.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two sides, the waiter quickly hid behind them.

Over the years, he had witnessed countless fights, but he had rarely seen anyone like this, where swords were drawn at the slightest provocation!

The man lunged forward, gathering his strength for a powerful strike, roaring incessantly.

Zhang Cheng blocked the opponent's knife with his backhand, then kicked the opponent in the chest, sending him flying.
"Oh!"

The man cried out in pain, and immediately smashed the table and chairs behind him.
Before anyone else could react, Zhang Cheng had already rushed forward.
With a wave of his longsword, it instantly transformed into a silver screen that swept across the area.
Watching Zhang Cheng swiftly bring down his knife, Er Gou stared in astonishment, exclaiming, "When did his martial arts become so advanced?"

Before Er Gou could finish his thought, the burly men beside him also rebelled, rushing forward with knives in hand.

"Clang!"

Drawing his sword, Er Gou roared arrogantly, "You dare to rob a serious criminal of the imperial court? You're courting death!"

Turning to look at Er Gou, Zhang Cheng was also taken aback and said, "Damn, Brother Laifu's thinking is so clear!"

It's important to understand that their proactive efforts to crack down on human trafficking are different from their actions of robbing criminals who are considered high-ranking government officials.

Because if it were the second scenario, they would be willing to kill the other person on the spot!
Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but grin maliciously.

Upon hearing Er Gou's words, the man who had fallen to the ground roared angrily, "Damn it, are all the constables these days so unethical? This is utter slander!"

Before he could finish speaking, the tigress had already been cut down by Zhang Cheng with a single stroke.

"Ah! Madame!"

Looking at the woman lying in a pool of blood, the man immediately roared in anger.

Before he could even stand up, a triangular military dagger had already appeared in Zhang Cheng's left hand.

The four characters "Defend the Homeland" appeared on the gilded hilt of the knife, piercing straight through the man's throat.
The man stared at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, his eyes filled with despair.
"Pfft!"

Zhang Cheng pulled out his triangular bayonet, kicked the man away, and then shouted angrily, "Brother Laifu, I'm here to help you!"

Before long, the teahouse fell silent, with only the constant dripping of blood from the blade remaining.

The prisoners, who had once wanted to use explosives, looked at Zhang Cheng in terror and squatted on the ground, exchanging bewildered glances.
They originally thought that Zhang Cheng was the easiest person to deal with among the entire escort team.
But who would have thought that this kid was the real jinx!

Zhang Cheng tore open one of the men's clothes, picked up a short cloth to wipe the blood off the blade, and said, "Brother Laifu, eat it while it's hot!"

"what?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with suspicion, Er Gou stared at him blankly.
"No, I mean, search them! Search them! Who knows what hidden weapons these people might have on them!"

Looking awkwardly at Laifu, Zhang Cheng inadvertently voiced his own thoughts.
Er Gou stepped forward and thoroughly searched through the clothes of the group.

However, after taking out forty or fifty taels of silver and more than three hundred silver notes, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Cheng, look, these people are quite wealthy, aren't they?"

Approaching Er Gou, Zhang Cheng took out a silver coin and said, "Waiter, clean the floor!"

Seeing the silver Zhang Cheng tossed out, the waiter immediately accepted it with both hands, saying happily, "Thank you, sir!"

"Cheng-ge'er, what should we do with these children?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with some melancholy, Er Gou glanced at the group of pitiful children.

"Let's take them with us and see if we can find their parents along the way!" Zhang Cheng said to Laifu beside him, a smile spreading across his face.
He hated three kinds of people the most in his life: kidnappers, black slaves, and those who wouldn't allow him to be hypocritical!

If you encounter these three types, even God himself would get slapped twice, let alone Jesus!

And kidnappers must be dealt with at any time!

Stepping forward, Zhang Cheng reached into his sleeve, as if to retrieve something.
Looking at Zhang Cheng with slight fear, many children backed away, appearing quite apprehensive.
"Don't be afraid, brother is a constable, a good person!"

With a broad smile, Zhang Cheng took out some golden-brown candies from his storage space and handed them over.

In fact, during the Song Dynasty, sugar-making techniques were already among the most advanced in the world. For example, Marco Polo had seen white sugar during the late Song Dynasty.

But is this technique really only available from the late Song Dynasty?
Despite its lack of military strength, the Song Dynasty was extremely prosperous in commerce, and its handicrafts and culture were incredibly brilliant.

However, even so, it is not enough to cover up the fact that they were looked down upon by later generations, and could not even be regarded as a unified dynasty!

Take today's society for example. I can criticize healthcare, people's livelihood, and education, but if you ask me to buy lottery tickets to build warships or even have my name engraved on them, people would probably be willing to spend most of their savings just to gamble on having their name recorded in the family genealogy!
Because no gambler loses every day, and no child cries every day. After all, people don't ask for much; winning once is enough!
The Song Dynasty, like the Qing Dynasty, was a dynasty cursed from within.
Because the Liao, Jin, and Western Xia dynasties, which received tribute from the Song Dynasty, were gone.
However, the Qing Dynasty was even more ruthless, because almost every country that it had paid reparations to back then is now in the same situation as the Qing Dynasty!

Empress Dowager Cixi: Right and wrong, merits and demerits, will be judged by future generations!

Sun Dianying: Huh? What did you say?
Looking at the children with a warm smile, Zhang Cheng smiled back.

The sunlight shone from behind, enveloping him in its glow.

With their slightly dirty little hands outstretched, the children licked the candy and finally lowered their guard.

"Big brother, can we take Sister Hong with us? She can't walk anymore!"

Stepping forward and taking Zhang Cheng's hand, a little girl of about three or four years old looked up and asked,

"Of course! Who is Sister Hong?"

As he questioned the girl, Zhang Cheng wiped the dust from her cheeks.
However, after Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the other children fell silent.

Seemingly sensing something, Zhang Cheng quickly pressed on, "What about the child she was talking about?"

"Hong, Sister Hong, Sister Hong can't walk anymore, she was... she was beaten to death by them!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with envy, the slightly older child quickly offered an explanation.
"Really?"

Upon hearing this answer, Zhang Cheng remained silent for a long time.
Even though his heart was as hard as iron, hearing this answer still caused him some uncontrollable tearing pain.
"Do you remember where your home is?"

Looking at the children before him, Zhang Cheng asked them questions.

"In the county town just ahead, a man named Master Wang entrusted us to them. Sister Hong was beaten to death by Master Wang because she was sick and couldn't walk. Sister Hong, sob sob sob."

As the boy uttered Sister Hong's name, the other children also burst into tears.
"Cheng-ge'er, this!"

When Er Gou came to Zhang Cheng's side, he saw an embarrassed look on his face. He really didn't know what to do with a group of children!

"Brother Laifu, since they were abducted up ahead, why don't we take them back?"

Looking at Er Gou beside him, Zhang Cheng spoke calmly.
"Cheng-ge'er, you need to think this through. Master Wang must have some tricks up his sleeve to do this!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, Er Gou couldn't help but become serious.

"Isn't that perfect? ​​I, Zhang, am a man of means!"

With a cold voice, Zhang Cheng stood up, his tall figure becoming arrogant.

He refused to kneel during the Sixteen Kingdoms period, when human life was as cheap as grass, because he knew that his ancestors and martyrs had fought a lifetime of wars just to make their bones stand strong!

If I were willing to risk my life, I could bring down the emperor!
(End of this chapter)