Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 138 Authority
The four minions of the small peasant army leaders all fell into a pool of blood, and the three behind were also clutching their chests, howling terribly from the wounds on their thighs.

In the era without submachine guns, at this distance, there is really no firepower that can surpass Song Qingshu's double revolvers. Even in the later Pacific War, the Japanese devils' large-scale bayonet charges were defeated by the US army's cluster revolvers. Killing, killing five people in a row, that kind of fierceness, the other peasant soldiers who saw it were all stupid.

After a while, suddenly a young boy shouted angrily from behind: "The local bandits killed my soldiers, and you just watched? Kill him!"

As if they had found the backbone, hundreds of peasant soldiers surrounded them with a whimper. Seeing this posture, Zhao Erdan also followed behind and shouted: "These outsiders are riding on our Funiu Mountain neck to shit! Why don't you f*cking follow?" The masters killed them!"

Having said that, all the men, women and children in the vicinity also cheered and surrounded them. Fighting may not be useful, but when did they fall behind in this fight?

Seeing hundreds of people cursing and about to start working with hoes and sticks, a majestic voice came from outside.

"Hope! Stop!"

Seeing Zhang Xianzhong, who was wearing a felt hat and a padded battle robe, leading a dozen cavalrymen paced forward, the peasant army who had been eyeing a tiger just now shrank like a deflated balloon, and the one carrying a knife, The young man with a heroic temperament on his ordinary face, but an uncomfortable aura from the corners of his eyes, was very unwilling to go to Song Qingshu, pointing at Song Qingshu and complaining: "This local thief killed our Man, he killed the white-eyed wolf!"

"Big brother!"

Song Qingshu also stepped forward and clasped his fists, but he couldn't help but glanced at the boy a few times, hopeful?This guy is Sun Kewang?No. 1 of Zhang Xianzhong's four righteous sons, the future leader of the Daxi Army, and the chief culprit who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, the pace of history is really unstoppable.

"You killed it?"

Glancing at the unlucky white-eyed wolf whose head flew out, and then at the howling and neighing peasant army who was still clutching his bloody wound, Zhang Xianzhong's yellow-faced tiger face, which was more weathered, seemed to show no expression. asked.

"That's right, I killed them, and I'm going to kill these few." Without explaining, Song Qingshu pointed at the peasant soldiers who were still screaming, and listened to his understatement Then, three wounded peasant soldiers crawled over in fear and hugged Sun Kewang's lap.

"Master, help me!"

"Father?" Sun Kewang also clasped his fists anxiously.

Zhang Xianzhong took a few more glances, and then he suddenly put his arms around Song Qingshu's shoulders, and shouted loudly to the surrounding peasant army: "Look clearly, he, Song Da, is the third brother of Lao Tzu! In our army My third master! His words are the words of my father! Anyone who provokes him will be slaughtered by him, and his death will be in vain. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Father!" Sun Kewang became anxious immediately, stopped beside Zhang Xianzhong and cupped his fists, but Zhang Xianzhong just glanced at him, then patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder, and whispered.

"Third brother, I'll finish it in a while, so I'll go find my elder brother."

"Yes."

Hearing Song Qingshu's promise, Zhang Xianzhong turned his head and left without staying for another minute. Sun Kewang was full of jealousy, glared at Song Qingshu fiercely, and left as well. The peasant army on the other side scattered angrily, and some people even peeked at Song Qingshu from a distance in fear, and scolded him just now, who knows if the third master heard it?To be killed by him is to die in vain!

Sending Zhang Xianzhong away, Song Qingshu was actually relieved. These days, fists are the law. Although Zhang Xianzhong is his eldest brother, and the relationship between the three brothers was good before, but now Zhang Xianzhong is after all 6000 people, [-] cavalry, and [-] cavalry. The peasant army leader of the infantry, if he hadn't acted stronger, he would have been eaten to death. Now, Song Qingshu didn't want to place his fate in anyone's hands anymore.

"Take them all away, and throw these three people into the snowdrift on the back mountain."

For the three surviving subordinates of Baiyanlang, Song Qingshu didn't continue to strike, and waved his hand without even looking at them. A few of Funiu Mountain's minions immediately carried the three men and the corpses, ignoring howling and shaking. He walked to the back of the mountain, not to mention the wolves and tigers in the mountains, even the severe cold weather could kill them, so there was no need to worry about it.

"Master, you're really majestic!" Zhao Erdan also came over and complimented him with a smiley smile on his fist, but Song Qingshu slapped him unexpectedly.

"Master, you..."

Half of his face was swollen from the beating, Zhao Erdan covered his face and almost cried, and those proud Funiu Mountain people looked at Song Qingshu in puzzlement as if they had been poured with cold water in an instant.

"The people in our village are being bullied, the old and the weak, and the women are being bullied by others. Are you fucking looking at me like this?"

"Don't have another time, or I will directly insert you!"

"Understood, the boss." Looking at Song Qingshu's stern face, Zhao Erdan waited for a shiver, and quickly bowed and replied.

"It won't happen again in the future." Turning back to Tang Ruowang again, Song Qingshu pressed his shoulder and assured him very seriously.

"May God bless you."

Being dragged onto the thief boat by Song Qingshu, now that he can't get off even thinking about it, Tang Ruowang, who has been tossed hard, can only shake his head helplessly.

To appease the foreign monk, Song Qingshu paced in front of Li Gu'er again. At this time, this big-breasted girl was already terrified. She was not afraid of death, but being stripped of her clothes and almost being raped in full view of the public surpassed her fragile body. Nervous patience, seeing Song Qingshu reach out and kick the snow, the girl shrank back desperately.

Seeing her virtue, Song Qingshu sighed helplessly again. He really couldn't get angry with this woman, so he took off his cloak helplessly and threw it away, and then no matter how the girl struggled, Song Qingshu pinched her Hold her chin.

"I spare your life, so your life belongs to me! Remember!"

With her chin pinched like this, Li Gu'er was forced to look at Song Qingshu's eyes and stare at her, unable to stop the tears from streaming down her face. open hands.

"Okay, you! I just finished praising you, and you have a way of hooking up little girls!"

After finally maintaining a pretentious appearance, Ang walked out with his head, and suddenly there was an angry voice from Xing Hongniang beside him, turning his head to look at her pouted little mouth, Song Qingshu's forehead broke out in cold sweat immediately, how could he The girl forgot.

Fortunately, Xing Hongniang also knew that Song Qing had written a letter, and it was an established fact that Li Bao'er was married. She gave him a blank look, and after watching the lively Xing Hongniang for a long time, she walked to the door Li Gu'er, who was huddled in the snowdrift, stretched out his hand and pulled her up. Seeing the two girls entered the room holding hands, Song Qingshu was relieved.

…………

This ranking of rights always spreads quickly among the crowd. Zhang Xianzhong did not live in a shack, but pitched his tent on the edge of the cliff on the small hill of the Winter Hunting Camp. Song Qingshu had to travel half of the camp to find him. With a scarred face, Song Qingshu walked over together, and some small leaders passing by, regardless of cavalry or infantry, stopped their work and bowed respectfully when they saw Song Qingshu coming.

"Third Master!"

"I've seen the third master!"

This title is quite inspiring. Although he lost his old nest again, Song Qingshu was still a little flustered. He folded his arms and just nodded pretendingly. This attitude immediately made the peasant soldiers even more awed, and everyone was afraid of being chopped off by Song Qingshu. .

"Third brother, you are here!"

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Zhang Xianzhong also greeted him out of the tent. Song Qingshu had restrained himself a little. He knew how much he weighed, so he bowed respectfully with his fists cupped: "I've seen you, brother."

"Okay, there are so many long-winded things here, I'm waiting for you, come in!" Zhang Xianzhong seemed to have regained the boldness he had in Xi'an at this moment, impatiently pulling Song Qingshu's arm into the tent.

A pot was hung on a big fire, and some wild vegetables and some potatoes in the pot were bubbling and steaming. Bai Wenxuan was sitting next to him with a horse spoon, and there were a few people sitting next to him, They were all dressed up as peasants, and they were roasting next to the fire.

Pulling Song Qingshu to sit down on the other side of him, Scarface sat cross-legged directly behind Song Qingshu, pointing at the rather tough-looking village generals, Zhang Xianzhong introduced them enthusiastically.

"This old Feng, Feng Shuangli, was nicknamed Feng Erdao by others, and you don't need to introduce Lao Bai. He is so powerful, and he is called the three-eyed horse. And these four boys are my new adoptive sons. The boss is very good. I hope you have met, the second son Wenxiu, the third son Nengqi, the fourth son Dingguo, little bastard, hurry up and call him uncle!"

Good guy, Zhang Xianzhong found more than half of the pillars of the Daxi Army. Sun Kewang was very reluctant, but he still led the other young men to bow their heads together: "I have seen the third uncle!"

"Haha, big brother, the dragon face and tiger eyes adopted by your adoptive sons are all outstanding talents. Come on, uncle can't be called for nothing, this uncle rewarded you!"

In fact, Sun Kewang is sixteen or seventeen years old, and Song Qingshu is not six or seven years older than him. He was even more embarrassed and annoyed by the silver nude that Song Qingshu threw over. He seemed very excited, especially the last one, Li Dingguo, holding the silver and shouting gratefully: "Thank you third uncle!"

His adopted son was praised by the very knowledgeable third brother, Zhang Xianzhong also seemed to have a lot of face, he laughed and slapped Sun Kewang on the back of the head and said with a smile: "They are all little bastards who lost their parents in the disaster, Lao Tzu Look how pitiful they are, living with me, how can they be as good as you say!"

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, everyone got to know each other, but at this time, Feng Shuangli, who had been keeping a straight face, suddenly turned cold and Song Qingshu snorted, "Master, in the morning, our old Feng's soldiers will go to the forest to cut down trees to keep warm, let you Lao Feng stopped me, I don’t know, can you give Lao Feng an explanation?”

"Old man, is there anything to say about this tree? Why can't it be cut down?" Zhang Xianzhong also frowned and looked over, seeing how the people around him looked like, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sneer.

Daringly, this is the questioning of guilt!
(End of this chapter)