Liver in Water Margin, outlaw madman

More than thirty small boats shot out like arrows, breaking through the water and plunging straight into the middle of the bustling fish market. The boats crashed into the stone steps on the shore with a muffled "bang".

Ruan Xiaoqi was the first to jump off the small boat. She stumbled as her feet touched the ground, but quickly regained her balance. Waving the harpoon in her hand, she roared, "Scatter! All of you scatter!"

"Those not involved in Liangshan's affairs should disperse immediately, lest they seek their own deaths!"

As he shouted, he glanced at the people fleeing in all directions, and a sense of regret crept into his heart. If he hadn't acted impulsively, the situation wouldn't have become so chaotic.

But it was too late to turn back. He gritted his teeth.

When the time comes, one must be bold.

Even if it costs us everything, we must take Wangjia Village today!

Ruan Xiaoqi took the lead, brandishing his harpoon and charging towards the villagers on the shore. The harpoon sliced ​​through the air with a whistling sound as it hurtled forward.

The once bustling market, filled with the shouts of fishermen and the haggling of merchants, fell into a deathly silence the moment Ruan Xiaoqi committed murder, and the subsequent swarm of a hundred Liangshan brothers ashore.

The infamous reputation of Liangshan came into play at this moment.

The fishermen who came to sell their fish were so frightened that they dropped their baskets and scrambled to the side, barely daring to breathe.

The merchants who came to buy the fish quickly hid behind their stalls, shrinking back and not daring to move, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Only Wang Heng's dozens of servants suddenly realized what was happening and rushed forward in a swarm.

These people were used to bullying fishermen and acting arrogantly under Wang Heng's patronage. They had always acted with impunity in the Wangjia Village area and had never been provoked like this before.

What surged forth was not fear, but an overwhelming rage.

"Damn bandits! How dare they come to Wangjia Village to cause trouble? They're tired of living!" A burly farmhand with a face full of scars, brandishing a broadsword, was the first to slash at Ruan Xiaoqi. The blade flashed coldly as it aimed straight at Ruan Xiaoqi's face.

Upon seeing this, Ruan Xiaowu's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped close to Ruan Xiaoqi's side, bracing himself with his harpoon to block the fatal blow. With a crisp "clang," sparks flew everywhere.

He turned to Ruan Xiaoqi and said urgently, "Qilang, be careful!"

He knew his seventh brother's temperament best—impulsive and reckless—and was afraid that he might suffer a loss or get hurt due to carelessness.

On the other side, Ruan Xiaoer watched the chaotic battle in the market and did not rashly join the fray.

His brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield before quickly settling on Wang Heng's compound, a few hundred meters away on the shore.

He knew that to catch the thief, you must first catch the king. As long as he captured Wang Heng, these servants would be leaderless and would naturally fall into chaos without a fight.

If Wang Heng escapes, not only will this operation be in vain, but the brothers will also lose face and will never be able to serve as leaders in Liangshan again.

"Brothers, follow me!" Ruan Xiaoer shouted in a low voice, leading dozens of brothers to quietly circle around the edge of the market and quickly run towards Wang Heng's compound.

The tall guy's group happened to be assigned to the Nguyen brothers' group.

He originally intended to follow Zhang Shan and Lu Zhishen, but for some reason, he ended up following the waterway.

At this moment, he stood behind the crowd, watching the Liangshan brothers and the villagers fight each other, with swords flashing and shouts of battle deafening. However, the two sides were deadlocked and could not break through for a long time, and many brothers had been injured.

The big man gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes, and gripped his crossbow tightly. He shouted to the twenty men beside him, "Brothers, charge! Break their formation!"

Relying on his leather armor, although it couldn't compare to Zhang Shan's chainmail or Lu Zhishen's infantry armor in terms of protection, it was still far superior to his brothers who were unarmed and only dressed in cloth. At least he could withstand a few blows.

More importantly, he had a crossbow with a long range and high lethality, which could be used to achieve a surprise victory at crucial moments.

The big man quickly raised his crossbow, his finger on the trigger, his eyes sharp, aiming at the farmhand who was fighting fiercely with Ruan Xiaoqi. The man's moves were ruthless, and he and Ruan Xiaoqi were evenly matched.

With a "whoosh," the crossbow bolt shot through the air, hitting the farmhand squarely in the chest.

With a "thud," the crossbow bolt pierced deep into his chest, and blood gushed out. The farmhand groaned, and the broadsword in his hand clattered to the ground as he collapsed to the ground.

Ruan Xiaoqi was taken aback, instinctively turned her head, saw the tall man not far away, and quickly shouted, "Thanks, brother!"

"No need to thank me!" the big man waved his hand, his tone hurried, not in the mood for further pleasantries.

With that, he shouted to his men, "Brothers, hold your guns!"

The twenty brothers reacted immediately, gripping their spears tightly and quickly forming a line with spear tips pointing forward, creating a neat spear formation.

The big guy had followed Zhang Shan for so long, witnessed the power of Zhang Shan's bayonet firsthand, and learned some basic spear formation tactics.

"At my command, stab!" the big man shouted.

"brush!"

Twenty spears thrust forward simultaneously, like a forest of spears, their sharp tips pointing directly at the farmhands in front.

With a few "whoosh" sounds, the villagers at the front, unable to dodge in time, were pierced by spears, screaming as they fell to the ground, their blood staining the bluestone pavement of the market.

"receive!"

"prick!"

"receive!"

"prick!"

The big man stood at the front of the gun formation, steadily controlling the rhythm. At his command, the brothers moved in unison, their thrusts and withdrawals swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Facing the cleavers slashing at him from the villagers, he neither dodged nor evaded, relying on his leather armor to withstand the blows. He knew in his heart that he was the leader of this group, and if he lost his composure, the entire spear formation would collapse.

If the gunfire breaks down, the brothers will be forced into a desperate battle, fighting each other individually, which will only result in heavy casualties.

Suddenly, a farmhand circled around behind him and brought his broadsword down fiercely.

With a "pfft" sound,

The leather armor was cleaved open, the blade sliced ​​through the flesh, and blood instantly seeped out, staining the cloth underneath red.

The man was then stabbed to death by the crowd.

"Hiss!" The big man couldn't help but gasp, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and he felt excruciating pain. But he still stood straight, firmly in place, without moving an inch, maintaining the integrity of the gun formation.

"Brothers, don't get distracted, thrust!" He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and shouted the order again, his voice slightly hoarse, but still firm and powerful.

"prick!"

The twenty brothers responded in unison, and their spears thrust out simultaneously, felling several more of the villagers who rushed at them.

One inch long, one inch strong.

Once the gun formation is complete and the coordination is perfect, the scattered villagers on the other side will have no chance to resist.

They usually only bullied unarmed fishermen, and had never seen such a well-organized gun formation before. One by one, they were stabbed and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

Even if a few agile farmhands manage to break through the gun formation by sheer luck, they can only manage to slash once before being stabbed to death by the surrounding brothers. They can't cause any real trouble.

The battle situation reversed instantly. The Liangshan brothers were greatly encouraged and advanced step by step, while the villagers were defeated one after another, and the anger on their faces was gradually replaced by fear.

Seeing this, Ruan Xiaoqi dared not stop for a moment. Although he was somewhat shocked by the big man's gun formation, he did not forget the main purpose of this operation.

He shouted at Ruan Xiaowu, "Fifth Brother, let's go! Go support Second Brother, we can't let Wang Heng get away!"

"Alright!" Ruan Xiaowu responded, following closely behind Ruan Xiaoqi, brandishing his broadsword, and rushed towards Wang Heng's courtyard. Along the way, he encountered some stubborn servants, and he swiftly and decisively struck them with his sword.

The big man, enduring the pain from his wound, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and addressed the panicked fishermen and merchants around him:

"Our Liangshan group has descended the mountain solely to uphold justice, eliminate evil, and severely punish the tyrant Wang Heng! We will not harm the others in the slightest; please refrain from any rash actions!"

He paused, then raised his voice and added sharply:

"Anyone who acts rashly will be treated as a remnant of the royal family and killed without exception!"

"Do not commit the slightest offense; anyone who dares to act rashly will be killed without mercy!" His twenty brothers shouted in unison, repeating the command three times, their voices booming and echoing throughout the market.

The panicked fishermen and merchants gradually calmed down, huddled to one side, and dared not move again.

The situation had temporarily stabilized. The big man turned to a nimble brother beside him and urgently ordered, "Go find the chieftain quickly and tell him to bring reinforcements as soon as possible. Delay could lead to unforeseen circumstances!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the brother quickly responded and turned to run towards Shijie Village, his steps swift as if he wished he had two more legs.

"Captain, how are you? Does your wound hurt?" A brother came up to him and asked in a low voice, his eyes full of worry.

He could clearly see that blood had already seeped out.

The big man grinned, patted his leather armor, and said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "It's nothing, just a minor injury, I won't die! Thank goodness for this armor, otherwise I might really be dead here today!"

He knew in his heart that although the villagers in the market were retreating one after another, many were still putting up a stubborn resistance, and he didn't know what the situation was like at Wang Heng's mansion.

He could only hope silently in his heart:

Third Brother, hurry up and come! The scene is too big, I can't handle it!