Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Suddenly, the sound of orderly footsteps rang out outside the teahouse.

Six Flying Tigers members, dressed in gray-black training uniforms and wearing bulletproof helmets, emerged from the street corner, with patrol captain Zhou Ping leading the way.

Someone in the teahouse whispered, "The Flying Tigers are here." A few independent monks near the door quickly moved their stools inward to make way for them.

When Zhou Ping stepped into the teahouse, the Sun Moon Cult members had already smashed most of it to pieces. Tables and chairs were broken, and fragments of teapots and teacups mixed with tea leaves were scattered all over the floor.

The shopkeeper and waiter, their faces covered in blood, huddled behind the counter, trembling with fear.

Zhou Ping pointed his rifle at the crowd and spoke coldly:

"Everyone, lay down your weapons immediately and kneel down in surrender. I repeat, lay down your weapons and kneel down in surrender."

The teahouse fell silent for a moment.

All eyes turned to one of the elders of the Sun Moon Cult.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with prominent temples, clearly a master.

The leader of the Sun Moon Cult swept his gaze over Zhou Ping's rifle, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his lips:

"Hmph! Kneel down and surrender? You're giving yourself too much credit. Even if that dog of an emperor came in person, he wouldn't have the guts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the disciple who had held the knife to the shopkeeper's neck suddenly drew his sword.

The shopkeeper's body twitched, and a muffled gurgling sound came from his throat. Blood gushed from his carotid artery, splattering all over the face of the disciple who had drawn his sword.

The elder pointed at the still-bleeding corpse, his smile twisted in a sinister and provocative manner:

"What can you do about it?"

Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and decisively gave the order to the Flying Tigers to fire.

The barrage of bullets from the M4 rifle swept across the narrow teahouse, the bullets tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, instantly killing the first few Sun Moon Cult disciples.

Blood gushed from the hole in his chest, and his body slowly slid down the wall, leaving several long, dark red streaks of blood on the earthen wall.

The elder hadn't expected the black sticks in the group's hands to be so powerful, but he didn't have time to think. He suddenly sprang up and retreated, then flipped over and kicked open the back window, slipping out like an eel.

Some of the remaining disciples swung their swords in retaliation but were shot dead on the spot; some followed the elders and climbed out of the back window; and two others were cornered and surrendered, only to be kicked to the ground and tied up tightly with rope by the Flying Tigers.

In an instant, all the martial arts practitioners in the teahouse focused their attention on the M4 in the hands of the Flying Tigers. Some even began to wonder if it was the legendary divine weapon.

But considering that there couldn't possibly be that many divine weapons, and that their power and sound didn't seem as sinister as the legends suggested.

The crowd suppressed their thoughts of snatching it, and at the same time became even more curious about the weapon in Lin Mo's hand in Lianhai County.

The chase in the alley lasted for a full hour.

The members of the Sun Moon Cult are indeed skilled in light-footed martial arts; they can leap over a wall in just a few bounds and dart about in narrow alleys.

Although the Flying Tigers members were all martial artists, many of them were beginners and their skills were not very good. In addition, rifles could not exert their maximum power in urban warfare, and several of them escaped.

Two soldiers from the Thousand Households Bureau who were assisting in the pursuit were ambushed from behind by disciples of the Sun Moon Cult when they reached a dead end. One had his throat slit and the other had his chest pierced, and both died on the spot.

When Zhou Ping arrived, the two men were already lying in pools of blood, their eyes still open and their hands still gripping knives.

His jaw was clenched so tightly it was grinding, and he gave a death order to the remaining team members:

"Leave no one alive."

In the end, more than ten of the twenty-odd disciples of the Sun Moon Sect were killed, and the elder, along with two disciples with the best lightness skills, escaped from Cangwu County under the cover of night.

When the two fallen soldiers were carried back to the county government office, the soldiers of Cangwu County spontaneously stood on both sides of the street to salute and see them off.

This is the first time since the Battle of Heishigou that a soldier from Lianhai County has died at the hands of the enemy.

When the news was relayed back to the Lianhai County government office via radio, Lin Mo was in his study revising the third draft of Lianhai County's No. 1 Code.

This code is a complete modern legal system that he brought from the main world.

It took Long Qingxue and the first batch of civilian trainees several sleepless nights to compile the articles into classical Chinese that the people of the Great Xia Dynasty could understand. The articles included criminal law, civil law, and public security management regulations, with penalties clearly defined in each clause.

After listening to Zhou Ping's report, he threw the pen on the ground.

The cold gaze sent a chill down Liu Si's spine as he stood at the doorway, his toes curling up quietly inside his boots.

"Pass on the order."

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but every word was cold.

"Starting today, martial law will be in effect throughout Lianhai County and Cangwu County."

All Flying Tigers members were suspended from rest, and all troops in the Thousand Households were placed on combat readiness.

Double guards were added to the city gates of both counties. Any unidentified outsiders were detained on the spot, and those who dared to resist were shot dead on the spot.

The Sun Moon Cult has been officially designated as a cult effective immediately.

Within the jurisdiction of the two counties, all disciples of the Sun Moon Sect and those who collude with them shall be punished for treason and executed without exception.

Anyone who can report the heads and identity tokens of the Sun Moon Cult disciples will be rewarded with an entry quota to Lianhai County for each person killed. The quota can be exchanged for the heads and is transferable.

A reward of 100 taels of silver will be given to anyone who reports the location of a member of the Sun Moon Cult whose information is verified, and the reward will be paid on the spot.

The notice was posted at the entrance of Cangwu County that evening.

A crowd gathered in three or four circles around the notice board. Several literate scholars stood at the front, loudly reading the contents of the notice, while the people behind them craned their necks and pricked up their ears to listen.

When the words "kill without mercy" were read, many people in the crowd gasped.

When the word "admission quota" was read out, everyone's expression changed.

They came from all directions, enduring wind and rain to stay outside Lianhai County, just to see with their own eyes the legendary county town that was said to be full of magical artifacts.

Now Lin Mo has personally handed the key to them, exchanging the head of a Sun Moon Cult disciple for an admission spot.

When the news reached Yuelai Inn, the lobby was in an uproar.

A middle-aged man carrying two swords jumped onto the table, unfurled the notice that had just been taken down from the city gate, and read it aloud in a booming voice. When he read the words "slots are transferable," the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

It wasn't because there was no reaction, but because everyone was rapidly calculating in their minds.

I know a few disciples of the Sun Moon Cult. I wonder where they might be hiding right now, and whether my martial arts skills are enough to take one of them down.

After a brief silence, someone suddenly slammed their hand on the table and stood up from the corner:

"Shopkeeper, the bill is due!"

That sound was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Everyone in the lobby sprang into action.

Some grabbed weapons from the table and rushed out, while others tugged at their companions' sleeves and whispered to each other which direction they were most likely to encounter disciples of the Sun Moon Cult. Still others were already rummaging through their wallets and booking newly vacant rooms with the innkeeper.

A gaunt, one-eyed old man sitting in the corner sneered, picked up a black iron cane from the table, and walked slowly toward the door.

Someone recognized him as Ke Zhenhai, the "One-Eyed Iron Crutch" who was famous in the martial arts world ten years ago!

He is said to be a master of the acquired realm who has retired from the world for many years. I never expected that even he would come to Cangwu.