The autumn sun in the afternoon was still scorching. Due to the two rains in the past few days, and the fierce weather in the mountains, there were few passers-by, so many belated autumn buds were sparsely sprouted on the official road.

Six pairs of eyes poked out from the thick thorn bushes on the side, staring intently at the end of the road.

Xin Zhuo finally decided to go down the mountain to rob, not only to put out the fire in Tiger Village, but more importantly, Fulong Village was going to run out of food again, and he still had some inexplicable impulse and interest in the craft of robbery.

I watched a lot of TV dramas in my previous life, and they often brought in the side of justice, viewing the vulgar bandits' robberies from the perspective of the male and female protagonists. Now that I have changed my perspective, the experience is very novel.

"I'm sure there are no arrests around. The government most likely thinks we don't have the guts to go down the mountain."

Bai Jianxi scanned the trees and reeds in all directions with a professional eye before making a judgment.

"Our boss is too fierce, leaving only a small number of policemen is not enough. The government is in a state of ruin." Huang Dagui analyzed it matter-of-factly.

"This is because our village has few people and is less harmful. The nearby mountain roads are under martial law and very few people pass by. Of course the government won't care. I'm not afraid of attacking you. You may not meet a single passerby when you go down the mountain this time."

Cui Ying'er changed into a tight outfit, her figure was convex and concave, and her recognizable fox eyes and cold face gave her a unique look.

"Sister Ying'er, don't be a spoiler." Han Qiniang's bright peach blossom eyes blinked, "If there are no passers-by, wouldn't we be waiting in vain? If we can't put out the fire in Menghu Village, is it possible to attack Fufeng City? What do you think, the boss?

?”

"Sit and watch."

Xin Zhuo's eyes were sore, so he simply sat in the shade and said, "Of course it's best if you can put out the fire. Let's not worry about it if we can't. We just have to do it with the greatest sincerity."

In fact, if the government is focused on wiping out the Tiger Village, they may not care about the small troubles on their side unless they do something big.

Then he thought for a while and asked curiously: "By the way, if there is a robbery, how should we fight? Should we rush in and chop them, or should we shout slogans to scare them?"

Xin Zhuo was full of curiosity about this. If it was a bloody massacre, what was the difference between it and the Tiger Village?

"Master, if you ask me, you are asking the right person." Huang Dagui moved his buttocks and shook his head arrogantly, "This is robbery. He is very knowledgeable. He divided into three to strike, three without beating, one to coax, two to shock and three to plunder."

"Oh? Tell me in detail." Xin Zhuo became interested.

"The three dozen are those with few guards, those with bulging backpacks, and those with carriages; the three dozen are those who have no messengers. The messengers have no money left, and they are delivering important documents from the government. If they are robbed, they will be easily attacked.

The government is retaliating on a large scale, which is boring. The second step is not to fight, it is a familiar escort agency. The escorts generally greeted him in advance, gave gifts, and then robbed him. It is unkind. The third step is not to fight... he can't be defeated.

The first coaxing is that both sides have equal strength, and the first coaxing is to leave some property to avoid using swords and guns; the second shock is to kill a few people who dare to resist, suppress them, and leave a large amount of money; the third looting is the other side

If we resist stubbornly and we hurt people, we will fight to the death and we will need people as well as money."

"What a bandit culture, I have learned a lesson!"

Xin Zhuo bowed his hand.

Huang Dagui laughed and was about to say a few words of humility and brag about his glorious achievements when he heard Han Jiulang in the grass in front of him shout: "Here comes the fat sheep, boss!"

"Sheep" is the word used by bandits to refer to people who have been robbed, and "fat sheep" means that the person who comes is very fat.

Xin Zhuo quickly looked out through the grass and saw a group of black dots slowly coming towards the end of the official road facing the sun.

Vaguely visible is a carriage, six mounted guards, a driver, and an unknown person inside.

The carriage is a carriage with two horses and two wheels, a silver roof, and red nylon curtains; the horse guards are tall, tall horses and well-dressed men with straight waists.

This kind of battle is usually done by wealthy people, very wealthy people. Just six horses and one cart is a sky-high price.

"Sure enough, he is very fat and has a head! The second in charge guessed wrong, hahaha..." Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi let out warm and strange laughs.

"Don't rush to be happy!" Cui Ying'er pressed the handle of the knife with her right hand and said coldly: "Let's see the strength of the six knights first, or we will lose our lives in vain."

"Then let's take a look."

The thieves held their breath and concentrated, lying prone in the grass, looking straight at them.

"Da da da……"

The convoy slowly approached, and the horses' hooves and wheels made rhythmic tapping sounds. The six knights on the horses had blazing eyes, but their expressions were extremely relaxed, and they were not at all wary as they were approaching the foot of the Thief Village Mountain.

The driver driving the carriage even fell asleep with his eyes slightly closed.

"You can take action. Six guards, four without rank, two with ninth rank, and two with ninth rank will be handed over to me and Qiniang. You can deal with the rest, and the master will be the backup to raid the formation!"

Cui Ying'er, the calmest person, did not consult the boss's opinion and issued orders in an orderly manner.

"kill!"

The five people were as powerful as a rainbow, kicked away the bushes, brandished their weapons, and dived down.

Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then he found the courage to follow suit with the notched Yan Ling knife.

"I built this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to cross this road, leave money to buy the road. If you dare to say no, you will come and grab your head. You will die in the wilderness, and the supervisor will not care about the burial..."

Huang Dagui rushed to the front. He was already tall, with a beard on his face and wielding a simple sword, which gave him a somewhat intimidating appearance as a mountain king.

"Pull your head, oh ho..." Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang waved their swords and followed them with a roar.

This damn robbery scene, although the lines are a bit crude, is so exciting.

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but blush, and his heart was up and down, and he immediately doubted his nature. Why was he excited? Could it be that he was born to be a bad guy?

"Xilulu..."

The convoy suddenly stopped, the horses roared, and the six mounted guards looked at each other, frowned, and then without saying a word, they pulled out the sharp knives at their waists and jumped on their horses.

They are all well-trained experts.

"kill!"

"Ping Pong..."

Two waves of men, one step at a time, strangled them in one place instantly.

Cui Ying'er and the other five were probably trained by their grandfather during his lifetime. They were very skilled in fighting. Except for the initial confusion when they were attacked by cavalry, they quickly stabilized their position.

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang each faced off against a ninth-level cavalry guard. Huang Dagui was besieged by the two because of their hatred for his chants. Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang were each facing off against each other. They fought hard.

Colorful.

Therefore, Xin Zhuo was alone.

He was standing in front of the carriage at the moment, holding a notch knife, and he was confused. He had agreed to fight three times without fighting, but what about coaxing, shocking, and looting? Just do it directly?

There is an inexplicable embarrassment.

At this moment, the sleepy groom opened his eyes and raised his head. He had a thin beard, wolf-like eyes, and a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth. His body suddenly became tense from a lazy state.

Stretched, the zhenqi was surging, the clothes moved automatically without any wind, and the whole person was like a hungry wolf that chooses people to eat.

There is also a hidden master, and it turns out that even grooms are not that simple!

Although this groom has not taken action, his blood energy has already emerged, condensed and true to form, and is three points more powerful than Li Qing and Chai Donghu.

It should be the seventh grade!

Xin Zhuo set a standard, which made him secretly happy. The second-seventh level could barely handle it, right? If the groom was a third- and fourth-level master, he could just have a happy ending.

"Bit the thief, wasting time!"

The groom's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he was cursing, but his naturally vicious eyes were as calm as water. He glanced at the crowd and finally landed on Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang.

That's right! He ignored Xin Zhuo.

An ignorant young man is really not interested.

At this moment, he suddenly stood up, and the carriage did not shake at all. His body was like an arrow from the string, and he rushed towards Cui Ying'er, who was slightly closer. He didn't know when he had a sword with a cold light in his hand, and he gently held the sword flower.

"Crystal Spirit" made a piercing sword cry, the air around the sword twisted, and the shadow of the sword was hidden in all directions.

This skill of "condensing the true energy of the sword and releasing it outwards" must be attributed to the lack of knowledge of Xin Zhuo and the thieves, otherwise they might be frightened.

But Mrs. Ma was still in mid-air, and she suddenly felt vigilant. She felt a blade of light facing the setting sun, slashing towards her lower back.

He turned around sharply and saw the crooked and ugly sword of the young man in white. He couldn't help but chuckle and continued to attack Cui Ying'er without taking it seriously.

"Puff puff--"

He was stabbed three times in the lower back, and half of his stomach was almost cut open.

Severe pain hit him, and he couldn't help but twist his body in mid-air, and fell to the ground. He took three steps back with a thump, leaving blood all over the ground.
Chapter completed!