Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

"Master Huang, leave quickly!"

The few thugs who were still majestic just now were trembling with fear when they saw two living lives turned into dead people on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Waking up from a dream, they hurriedly escorted the weasel and tried to escape from the encirclement.

Fortunately, they had a few waist knives in their hands, and the Zhan family did not press too hard at this time. Maybe it was the first time they killed someone, and before they could recover, the Weasels and the others were lucky enough to rush out.

But he shouldn't, he shouldn't. Not long after he ran, several thugs turned around and threatened him.

"You Hakka guys! Wait! When the county magistrate comes with his troops, we will arrest you one by one, behead you, and execute you in a cage!"

"Sell your wives and children to the brothels! Go and be ridden by thousands of people and crushed by thousands of people!"

"Haha, just wait to die!"

I don’t know if Weasel read the almanac when he went out today. Why are the heads he brought out today not working well. This is a critical moment to escape. What do you mean by turning around and irritating others? You hate that you don't die too quickly.

"Stop scolding, it's important to escape!" The weasel's head was so big that it ran away towards the village with all its strength.

These words of the thug were like throwing dozens of tons of gasoline and explosives into the crater of the angry eruption, which stirred up and aroused the emotions of the Zhan family to an uncontrollable level.

If not the weasel dies today, the entire Zhan family will die tomorrow.

With this idea in mind, the Zhan clan members began to pursue them crazily. The hatchets in their hands were merciless. As long as they were caught, they would just wipe their necks with the knife without saying any polite words to you.

When they arrived under the old locust tree at the head of the village, only Mr. Huang and one attendant were left.

The follower, who was younger after all, ran quickly to the tree and untied the donkey from the tree.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Huang who was following behind him couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and panted: "Good slave, when I escape, I will definitely promote you to be the housekeeper!"

However, the slave in the weasel's mouth didn't even look back. He pulled the mule and climbed up. The weasel immediately stepped forward to stop him, but was kicked away by him, "Old man, die quickly!"

The weasel stumbled to the ground, not sure whether it was blood or tears in his eyes. He pointed in the direction of the donkey and yelled: "You dog slave! How dare you leave me here alone?!"

Several strong young men who came over pushed the weasel to the ground and made him eat several mouthfuls of dirt.

"That guy ran away!" someone exclaimed, pointing at the Huang family slave who had already run more than ten steps on his mule.

"Don't worry, you can't run away!" Zhan Chenjiu chuckled.

Then he shouted angrily in the distance, and the hatchet in his hand was released, spinning in the air. The Huang family servant was also frightened by the tiger's roar. When he looked back, he saw a hatchet flying straight towards him.

A beam of cold light passed by, and the Huang family slave looked at his chest in disbelief. The hatchet was inserted deeply into his chest, and then he lost consciousness and fell down hard.

Seeing that the Zhan family brought the mule back and carried the dead body back with it, the weasel, which had been beaten and covered in blood, spat on the body and let out bursts of shrill laughter, like a night owl crying.

"You ungrateful assassin! Die well!"

In an instant, the ten people who accompanied him to Zhan's house to collect money and food were all killed on the spot, leaving him alone.

"Brother Chen Jiu! What should I do with this bitch?!"

Now Zhan Chenjiu has become the leader and backbone of this group of young men.

"Hmph! Doesn't this person want my Zhan family to look good? Kill him first, and then go to the Huang family's big house and kill his whole family!"

"Boy! Go get five buffaloes!"

Not waiting for a moment, five buffaloes that were carefully fed by the Zhan family were brought over with a cry of "moo moo". They were all fat and shiny, and their huge buffalo horns were rubbed until they were smooth and oily.

It can be seen that these guys are the lifeblood of the Zhan family.

"If you want to lead my cow, I'll let you lead it. It'll be up to you whether you can pull it or not!"

The buffaloes were all tied to the plow sticks they used when plowing in the fields. However, today they took off the plow sticks and tied the ropes tightly to the weasel's hands, feet and neck.

While tying ropes to the weasel's hands and feet, the young men kicked and cursed, declaring their hatred in their hearts.

"Little brother, what is this?"

A half-grown boy held up a rope and looked at Zhan Xiaoer curiously.

"It's nothing! Just wait and watch the show!"

At this time, the weasel was so heartbroken that no matter how much he begged for mercy or cried, he could not get a single response. Under the whip of Zhan Chenjiu, one buffalo was in pain and mooed forward, followed by the other four.

Just a "click" sound was heard, and a burst of blood burst out in the middle of the field at the head of the village, while the five buffaloes were still dragging the broken indescribable things leisurely and eating grass leisurely.

"We will kill the Huang family later! Why don't we help his little girls? I heard that the little girls in the Huang family are very well-behaved!?"

People with red eyes stimulated by the blood were talking loudly, without any concealment of the violent activities they would carry out next.

"Brother Chenjiu! Brother Chenjiu! It's not good!" A big-faced girl from the Zhan family ran out of the enclosed house panting and panicking, "Grandpa! Grandpa, he..."

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Grandpa is dying, everyone, go and have a look."

Grand Duke Zhan was already very old, and he was beaten today. He was so angry that he couldn't even breathe.

When Zhan Chenjiu and others rushed into the ancestral hall, the old man had died of anger.

There was a cry of crying all around. If it hadn't been for the weasel, Taigong would not have died.

The old man's last words were left on the altar table in the ancestral hall.

"If you go after the weasel, I'll know the outcome. Now you have to either run away or kill someone. Only when the situation is strong and can you recruit someone will you have a way to survive."

At the end of his life, Grand Duke Zhan still pointed out the direction for the inheritance of the family. Either run away quickly, lest the officers and soldiers come and kill everyone in the family and cut off the incense of the ancestors; When the officials have to recruit you, you will be prosperous and wealthy, and you will be given the title of wife and son.

"The waiter!"

Now Zhan Chenjiu has become the head of the Zhan family.

"Brother Chen Jiu, I'm here!"

"You ride on this mule and rush to Chang County. Go to the west gate of the county town to look for grain money, and tell him that I asked you to find him.

Tell him that my family is going to revolt here to resist food supply! If he sees that I am a brother and is willing to help, I will drink wine and eat meat with him in a big bowl, and divide the gold and silver on a big scale! "

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

When Xiaoer Zhan rode Master Huang's donkey through the village, the pools of blood and mutilated flesh on the grassland looked so dazzling under the winter sun.