If you don't bring disaster to the world, what kind of henchman are you to be?

Zhu Qing looked at the location; Huangji hay yard was only thirty miles north of Taoyuan Town, not far at all.

He then turned to Zhang Sanshi and said, "Brother, you are seriously injured, so you should not participate in this case. You should return to the capital tonight."

"Um."

Zhang Sanshi was not one to act recklessly; he knew that in his current state, he couldn't be of much help here.

Once the order was given, everyone quickly divided into groups.

Yang Ting's Northern Garrison Imperial Guards went to search the mountain valleys surrounding Nantun, while Zhan Hongyu's constables rushed to the three hay storage sites.

As for himself, he stayed in Taoyuan Town with Yang Ting, ostensibly to guard the town, but in reality to supervise it.

The rain grew heavier, and a fierce wind suddenly arose in the dark night, making the windowpanes rattle loudly.

Yang Ting stood by the window, gazing at the location of the garrison camp in the capital, his face a mixture of gloom and anger.

"Officer Zhan, why bother? What good will it do you to offend General Zhao and Elder Tang for that meaningless truth?"

Zhan Hongyu stood to the side with her hands behind her back: "Has the Northern Garrison Command ceased to exist for the sake of justice?"

"Axioms? Ha."

Yang Ting scoffed and gave a cold laugh: "Throughout history, those who abandoned human relationships and upheld justice mostly met a terrible end. Take, for example, my former commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Lord Shen Tinghe. He dedicated his life to his duties, upholding justice, but what was the result?"

"Even if he was a powerful expert at the Five Elements Realm, what did he end up with? Beheading. The Sage used his head to control the court. Who spoke up for Commander Shen then?"

Zhan Hongyu remained silent, her face as cold as ice.

Yang Ting merely glanced at him sideways, left a sarcastic remark, and turned to leave.

"Just you wait, Officer Zhan, you'll regret this sooner or later."

……

"drive!"

The dirt road was muddy and slippery, and the horses' hooves splashed mud and water everywhere they went. Three dark figures sped along.

Zhu Qing ran at the forefront, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, with a long sword at his waist that gleamed clean after being washed by the rain.

Before long, in addition to the rustling of the wind and rain, there was some noise and commotion in my ears.

"Whoa~"

Zhu Qing immediately tightened the reins, and the two constables behind him also stopped in confusion.

"Commander Zhu, what's wrong?"

Zhu Qing did not answer, but listened carefully, and then turned her gaze to a cluster of scattered village houses not far away.

"There's some noise over there, be careful."

He quickly drew his long sword, and the two men behind him also drew their crossbows and followed.

Zhu Qing walked up to a small earthen mound nearby and gazed into the distance.

Figures flickered in the village, and the sounds of clamor and crying grew louder as they approached.

In the flash of lightning, he could see that most of the thronging figures were wearing soft armor, and were the soldiers of the garrison guarding the capital.

They frantically looted the farmers' food rations, dragging out bags of grain, soaking them in the rain, and then throwing them onto carts and covering them with tarpaulins.

"Sir, this won't work!"

"This is all the food we have left..."

"Those are our family's wheat seeds!"

……

The ragged civilians knelt and begged for mercy, their heads repeatedly hitting the muddy water, but this still could not stop the starving soldiers, who kicked and whipped them one by one without any mercy.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"I risked my life on the front lines killing Japanese pirates, what's wrong with eating some of your food?"

......

"Commander Zhu, this matter has nothing to do with us. Let's hurry on our way," a constable stepped forward and said.

"The Six Doors are only responsible for catching thieves, but our Northern Garrison Command has the duty of supervision. Such violations of military discipline cannot be ignored."

Zhu Qing turned around and said coldly, "You two either go ahead or wait for me here."

After saying that, he immediately used his flying goose technique and ran away quickly and lightly.

"That's enough, let's go!"

In the village, a centurion in armor looked at the rows of carts full of grain, grinned, and shouted. A dozen or so soldiers quickly gathered around him.

However, just as they were about to whip their horses and leave, a figure descended upon them amidst the wind and rain.

The cold light gleaming from the longswords flashed in the darkness, and numerous soldiers instantly drew their weapons to stand guard.

The centurion, who had also survived countless battles, suddenly sharpened his gaze and drew two fist-sized pumpkin hammers from his waist.

"Hey, you fellow from the mountains, the grain from this village has already been requisitioned by our garrison. We're all in this together, soldiers and bandits, could you do me a favor?"

The figure in black in front of him did not answer, but simply took off his heavy raincoat.

In an instant, the black and silver-patterned flying fish robe was fully revealed in the pale white lightning.

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

The centurion's expression changed drastically, and he stumbled back two steps: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhu Qing slightly raised his bamboo hat, revealing a handsome and aloof face: "According to the laws of the Great Yu Army, anyone who harasses the people or extorts their wealth shall be punished with thirty strokes of the military rod."

"Gentlemen, will you all accept the punishment yourselves, or shall I do it for you?"

The crowd in front of him looked at him with hostility, and the centurion glanced around.

"Don't bother looking, it's just me."

"Brother, we're complete strangers, why bother with this?"

Seeing that Zhu Qing was indeed the only one around, the centurion relaxed slightly and said loudly, "Besides, the brothers were really starving just now. We are the army guarding the capital. How can we fight the bandits if we don't have enough to eat?"

"It's nothing if an ordinary citizen starves to death, since the land still belongs to my Great Yu Dynasty. But if a soldier starves to death, the consequences will be much more serious."

"This is not a reason for you to loot the people's food."

"Are you determined to oppose us?"

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in the centurion's eyes as he said menacingly, "I think you have ulterior motives. You're deliberately trying to persecute my garrison and wreak havoc on the military camp!"

"Brothers, seize this traitorous rebel!"

Seeing that they showed no remorse and instead turned the tables on him, Zhu Qing was utterly speechless.

As the soldiers opposite him slashed wildly with their swords, a surge of killing intent rose in his heart.

"Anyone who disobeys orders and attacks law enforcement officers shall be executed on the spot."

He let out a cold shout, and instead of retreating a single step in the face of the overwhelming attack, he stepped forward, his longsword flashing astoundingly as a perfected Thunder Blade Technique.

The sound of the blade mingled with the roar of thunder, instantly cleaving the seven people in front of him in two, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, large swathes of bright red blood splattering down.

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……

Such a single strike left the centurion stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The young man opposite him was clearly just a centurion like himself, yet his strength was so formidable.

But now that things had come to this, he had no way out. He gritted his teeth, gripped the pumpkin hammer, and charged forward fiercely...

Two breaths later, Zhu Qing stood atop a field of corpses. The torrential rain quickly washed away the bloodstains on his body, leaving a pool of blood beneath his feet, a horrifying sight.

The surrounding people were so frightened that they hid in their homes and dared not show their faces. They could only look fearfully through the cracks in the doors and windows at the tall, dark figure standing in the cold rain and sea of ​​blood.

Zhu Qing then pulled out a small Jinyiwei flag with the character "Bei" written on it from his waist and stuck it in the ground to show that it was done by his Northern Garrison Command.

"My name is Zhu Qing, and I am a centurion of the Right Guard of the Northern Garrison."

"Those who don't want to starve should hide their food."

He spoke loudly, sheathed his long sword, turned and leaped out, disappearing into the night.

After a dozen or so breaths, dozens of stumbling figures suddenly sprang out from the darkness and rushed toward the carts, frantically trying to reclaim their own grain.

Meanwhile, on the small hill, Zhu Qing put his straw hat back on. The two constables watched from beginning to end, their expressions solemn.

One of them said coldly, "Commander Zhu, you killed soldiers in their camp on the territory of the Garrison Commander, just to uphold justice and return the grain to these lowly people. Was it worth it? What will they do for you in the future?"

Zhu Qing mounted her horse and turned her head to look back: "They just want to live, even if their lives are as worthless as grass, they just want to live."