The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 155 Drunken Master
Seeing more than a dozen scholars, accompanied by their servants and page boys, rushing towards them, the Khitan soldiers not only did not feel any pressure, but instead felt like laughing.

What the hell are these?

The servant who rushed forward the fastest swung a wooden stick and hit the Khitan soldier in front.

The Khitan soldier slightly turned his body to avoid the stick, swung his fist, and "bang", he punched the servant so hard that he became dizzy and his head was surrounded by spinning little yellow ducks.

The next moment, a little servant boy rushed over and tried to hug the Khitan soldier's waist.

The Khitan soldier turned around, picked up the servant boy, and threw him to the ground with force, knocking him unconscious.

When it comes to wrestling, the Khitan soldiers are professionals. They wrestle as a sport in the army all year round. How can a mere bookboy like you dare to commit fraud?
With just one punch and one throw, he knocked down two people in an instant.

Following behind was a scholar.

The scholar thought that the servant and the page boy were rushing ahead, and if he followed them, he would be in trouble. However, he didn't know that both of his men fell down in an instant. He didn't know whether to continue waving the iron fan or retract it.

The Khitan soldier shook his head and punched the scholar in the face.

The scholar fell backwards.

For a moment...

The morale of the scholars dropped to freezing point.

Three out of thirty people fell, and the casualty rate reached 10%.

This casualty rate would have caused an army to disintegrate in ancient times.

However, before they had time to disperse, they saw a ragged man staggering into the battle circle from the side. The man was drunk and walked unsteadily. He staggered back and forth until he ended up between a scholar and a Khitan soldier.

The scholar said, "Brother, please get away from me so I don't hurt you."

The Khitan soldier was not so polite and punched the beggar in the face.

Seeing that the beggar was so drunk that he could not walk steadily, the punch was about to knock him down, but unexpectedly, at the moment when the fist was about to hit his face, he suddenly shook his body and dodged the Khitan soldier's fist in an extremely unnatural posture. His whole body was swaying, and his foot somehow hooked and hit the Khitan soldier's calf.

The Khitan soldier lost his balance and fell down with a thud.

The scholar standing opposite him was stunned and didn't know what to do for a moment.

But the servant next to him reacted quickly. He took a step forward, swung the wooden stick in his hand, and hit the fallen Khitan soldier on the head.

"boom!"

The stick hit the Khitan soldier's helmet, but the force of the stick still penetrated the helmet. The Khitan soldier fainted without even a groan.

The scholar was overjoyed, realizing that the beggar was helping him. He was about to thank him, but he saw that the beggar was drunk and staggering away, and had already left the spot and was staggering forward...

The scholar was now a little unsure: Was this beggar just passing by? Did he stumble upon me by accident? Or was he really here to help me?
Oh, that's not right. Who would pass by the city wall?

But it doesn't seem strange for a drunk person to appear anywhere?
After all, there are two kinds of people who may appear anywhere in the world: one is a drunk person, and the other is a fisherman.

While the scholar's mind was full of questions, the beggar had already arrived in front of another Khitan soldier.

The Khitan soldier was just about to knock down a servant with one punch and deal with the scholar when he saw a figure flash before him and a smell of alcohol wafting into his nose.

A drunk beggar?

The Khitan soldier's brain went numb for a brief 0.1 second, and then he kicked forward.

Just as the kick was about to land, the beggar suddenly tripped over his right foot and fell to the ground with a thud. The Khitan soldier's foot passed over the beggar's head, leaving him with nothing. Before he could turn around, the beggar suddenly sat up and hit the Khitan soldier's calf with his head, knocking him off balance and falling to the ground with a thud.

The scholars, servants and family servants nearby rushed forward at the same time, and smashed the Khitan soldiers on the ground with their weapons.

At this point, the Khitan soldiers finally understood: "Sound the alarm."

"That beggar is a master."

"Shake people!"

A Khitan soldier took a step back, ran to a big bell on the edge of the city wall, and struck it with a bang.

The other Khitan soldiers perked up and prepared to fight the enemy seriously.

Once they get serious, the scholars are like chickens and dogs, and are no match for them.

But on the other side, Yue Wenxuan stopped pretending and just went straight ahead, just passing by.

The 57th leader of the Beggars' Sect, Drunken Fist Su Qier, is at full strength!

He took a step forward and punched a Khitan soldier on the helmet.

The punch made the helmet buzz so loudly that the Khitan soldier's ears were temporarily deafened. He felt dizzy and his head was spinning.

Another Khitan soldier nearby drew his sword with a swish. Yue Wenxuan spun around and kicked him on the wrist, sending the sword flying. Yue Wenxuan caught it and thought to himself: Does Su Qier know how to use a sword?
However, this idea is a bit overthinking!

Modern martial artists are not like "Duan Yu" in martial arts novels who only know one skill. They usually practice some boxing, kicking, swords and guns. With a sword in his waist, Yue Wenxuan immediately discovered that Su Qier also knew a set of swordsmanship. It was just not as proficient as his drunken boxing, but it was enough to deal with ordinary soldiers.

A Khitan soldier took out a spear...

Yue Wenxuan slashed forward with a single thrust, "breaking a spear with a single sword," a technique every modern martial artist must master. The soldier, however, didn't know how to break a sword with a single spear; he could only stab, stab, stab. In battle, stabbing was enough, but in small-scale maneuvers, simply stabbing wasn't enough.

Yue Wenxuan only used two moves to force the Khitan soldier to drop his gun and run away.

He swung the sword in his hand, striking the city wall with his left and right swords, making marks on it. In a blink of an eye, all ten Khitan soldiers were driven off the wall by him.

But by this time the alarm had spread far and wide, there was an uproar in the city, and there was movement in the barracks.

Yue Wenxuan picked up a rope, grabbed one end, and swung the other end toward the outside of the city. He shouted, "It's too late to open the city gates. Everyone, slide out of the city wall."

The scholar in position C was shocked: "Ah? Such a difficult move..."

"Fuck you!" Yue Wenxuan stuffed the rope into his hands and kicked him out. The scholar in the C position grabbed the rope, screamed, slid down the city wall, patted his butt, and said he was fine.

The city wall of Changyi County was actually only three meters high. At this height, he grabbed a rope and slid down. Even if his landing posture was not good, he would definitely not get hurt.

The other scholars also reacted and quickly took ropes and sticks...

The servant helped pull one end of the stick or rope, and the scholar slid down hanging on the stick, which was fine.

After the scholars had gone down first, the servants and book boys had an easy job. They simply jumped down from the three-meter-high wall. When they landed, they could just roll or squat and they would be fine.

Yue Wenxuan was the last one to leave the city. By the time he climbed over the city wall, a large number of Khitan soldiers had surrounded him.

The morale of these Khitan soldiers was actually not very high. When they gathered around, they saw that the enemy had already escaped from the city.

They stood on the city wall, glanced at the dark night in the east, and did not chase after them. They just sent people to guard the city wall again.

(End of this chapter)