Detective in the Red Chamber

And no matter how unruly a person is, facing such a killing god with thousands of troops, he will inevitably have the idea of ​​being invincible.

The rich scholar looked around again, and originally wanted to belittle Sun Shaozong a few words to boost everyone's morale, but seeing everyone who was anxious, it might not have any effect.

So he hurriedly changed the subject and said: "Brothers, although the person surnamed Sun is difficult to deal with, he will not be the only envoy sent by the dog emperor—we only need to design and kill a few people with names and surnames, and that's enough." Already!"

Now everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and said one after another: As long as you don't have to face Sun Shaozong directly, you can go through the fire and water.

However, some people also raised objections: "Zhang Xiucai, killing a few irrelevant people is fine, but if the Jurchen Tartars turn their faces and deny us, and hand us over to that surnamed Sun to make up for the crime, what should we do?"

The echoing voices around him disappeared again, and they once again cast doubting eyes on Futai Scholar.

But the scholar Zhang had a plan in mind, and he said complacently: "I have already planned this matter, we just need to try to divert the disaster to the east, and then we can sit back and relax."

As he spoke, he pointed his hand to the west.

Everyone was a little puzzled, but Yao Anmin, who had been running outside, suddenly realized, and blurted out: "You mean those Mongolians?!"

"That's right! It's those Mongols!"

Zhang Xiucai's posture of pointing the country, he almost got a feather fan scarf: "As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Right now, the power of the Mongols is still higher than that of the Jurchens, and they always help each other. If they take action to kill the The envoy of the Dog Emperor, the Jurchens dare to turn their backs?"

After everyone heard the words, they once again had a heated discussion, and they all felt that this plan could be sold—the Mongols would definitely not like to see Jurchen make peace with the Great Zhou, and they would definitely try to stop it then.

So Deputy Leader Xue made a decisive decision: "This opportunity is not to be missed! Master Yao Xiang, you should go to the Mongols now and find a way..."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard noisy sounds outside, as if countless people were shouting at the same time.

Deputy Hierarch Xue frowned and winked, and immediately someone pushed the door out, looked out through the courtyard wall, and turned around to report: "It seems that there is water in the street."

Deputy Leader Xue listened intently for a moment, but shook his head and said, "Go and investigate carefully."

The man took the order, closed the door behind his back, and walked out of the small courtyard like a ghost.

Then Deputy Hierarch Xue resumed the topic just now, and solemnly exhorted: "Mongols have always been rebellious, you must put your temper back, don't make it counterproductive."

After a pause, he regretted and said, "It's a pity that the two muskets were given to the Jurchens, otherwise they could be used as a stepping stone."

Yao Anmin hurriedly said: "Please rest assured, the leader, your subordinates must be modest and courteous in front of those Mongolians..."

"Master!"

Just as he was talking, the person who had just gone out to inquire about the news suddenly pushed the door in with a livid face, and before anyone could ask, he said in a deep voice, "It's Wu Qizhi's 13-year-old daughter, who is wandering around in naked clothes— I heard that last night, the Jurchen aristocrats and their mother brought them to a 'banquet', and they suffered from dementia because of the unbearable humiliation."

There was a long silence in the room.

It took a long time before someone said in a shy voice: "This... how could this be? Then Wu Qizhi is quite favored by the Jurchen king, and he is known as the number one conspirator?!"

After the members of the White Lotus Sect arrived in Jianzhou City, they relied on Wu Qizhi as a bridge to get in touch with the upper echelons of Jurchen.

There are quite a few people in this room, all of them are used to seeing him roaming freely in front of the Jurchens, who would have thought that his wife and daughter would end up like this in the blink of an eye?

Hearing the inquiring news, the man sniffed and sneered and said, "I heard that the Jurchen lord learned about this and fined that man 500 taels of silver 'heavily' as a punishment—that is, Wu Qizhi. Such treatment."

There was another silence in the room, most of them felt that the dead rabbit and the fox were sad and hurt others.

Among them, Zhang Xiucai is the most important.

Because they were both scholars, he got along the most harmoniously with Wu Qizhi, and admired Wu Qizhi's intelligence the most. He even had the idea of ​​joining the Jurchen as his deputy because of this. Never would he have thought...

bang~

At this moment, Deputy Leader Xue suddenly reprimanded: "It is the imperial court's incompetence and the dog emperor's appeasement and breeding of traitors that make the Hulu Tartars so rampant! One day, my White Lotus Sect will establish an earthly Buddhist kingdom, and these Hulu Tartars must be slaughtered!"

As he said that, he secretly made a show to his confidantes on the left and right, and one of them hastily raised his arms and whispered in Shaanxi-Gansu dialect: "Build a Buddhist kingdom and kill all the Tartars!"

"Yes, establish a Buddhist kingdom and kill all the Tartars!"

Everyone greeted him, but they had long forgotten the leader Xue, just now they reminded Yao Anmin to bow their knees in front of the Mongols, and hated not being able to sell the country's sharp weapons to two families.

Chapter 943 The Massacre Outside Jianzhou City

On the 13th of the twelfth lunar month in the 26th year of Guangde.

Just after noon, near the south gate of Jianzhou City, there was a flurry of chickens and dogs jumping. Whether it was pedestrians coming and going, or the soldiers who were originally responsible for guarding the city gate, they were all driven to both sides of the road by a group of Goshhas in thick cowhide armor. .

Originally, the guard at the city gate wanted to go forward to make a few arguments, but when he saw Narsa, the commander of the Ba Yala battalion, also appearing at the gate of the city, he hastily put down his flags and drums, and did not dare to make any further moves.

This Narsa is a Jurchen veteran general, and he is in charge of the most elite Ba Yala camp in Jianzhou City. Even the Lord of the Later Jin Dynasty would give him three points of courtesy, let alone a small city gate guard.

Especially a few days ago, Narsa was fined 500 taels of silver for sexually insulting the wife and daughter of Han counselor Wu Qizhi [about half of which was passed on to Wu Qizhi by him]. Go stroke his beard.

But today Narsa's gloomy face was not because of the more than 200 taels of silver, but because he had just received an order from the king - ordering him to meet the envoy of the Great Zhou outside the city.

What is there to welcome the envoys of the Zhou people?

Could it be that those Han people are willing to hand over all the family property and women if they greet them with a smile?

In the end, doesn't it depend on the swords and guns in the hands of the warriors? !

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Narsa wished he could go back to the city immediately and ride on Wu Qizhi's mother-in-law—since all the money had been paid out, he had to spend enough money to make it.

"Commander."

At this time, a soldier came up to report: "The envoy from Zhou is less than five miles away from Jianzhou, should we put on a stance now, or..."

"Swing, swing, swing!"

Narsa flicked his horsewhip impatiently. Although he was upset in every possible way, he did not dare to disobey the king's order. Besides, besides the envoy from the Zhou Dynasty, there was also the second prince who was most favored by the king. .

Take it as a face to the second prince.

Thinking like this, Narsa reluctantly walked out of the city gate when all the soldiers outside were ready to welcome the distinguished guests.

At this time, the Great Zhou Mission was not far from the city gate. Narsa restrained his thoughts and was trying to force a smile, but suddenly he heard thunderous hooves behind him.

Narsa was furious immediately, turned his head and cursed: "Which blind slave is it? How dare you disrespect Lao Tzu's orders..."

In the middle of cursing, they found that the people galloping out of the city were actually a group of Mongolians. Looking at each of them carrying knives and arrows, he knew that the person who came was not good.

Narsa's complexion changed again immediately, and he hurriedly ordered the left and right to block it, and make sure that the Mongols do not conflict with the envoy of Zhou.

However, how could there be time in this haste?

Only a few Goshhas blocked the door in time, but when they found out that it was the Mongols rushing over, they all hesitated, not knowing whether they should stop them or not.

After all, the Jianzhou Jurchen had just risen, and even a few years ago, they were still relying on the breath of the Mongols.

Although the various ministries in eastern Liaodong are now unified, their strength is far superior to that of the past, but once a person kneels for a long time, how can his knees be hardened in a day or two?

The temporary human wall was already loose and tight, and coupled with the hesitation to raise a weapon, it was naturally difficult to seal the city gate.

So a group of more than twenty Mongolians swarmed out.

When they were outside the city, the leading Mongols whistled, and the cavalry behind them lined up with wild goose wings, and then surrounded them with two wings, each with a bow in hand, and fanned towards the Da Zhou mission.

Finished!

Seeing this, Narsa felt chills in his heart. He didn't care whether the envoy of Zhou Kingdom was dead or alive, but he watched the Mongols so unscrupulous, and they couldn't do anything at all. After the king knew about it, how could he get it? it is good?

Finished!

Yao Anmin, who was hiding in the crowd and watching, felt a chill in his heart—it's been a lot of talking these days, why are the Mongols still so reckless? !

This blatant killing, how can you please it?

No matter what they think in their hearts.

The twenty or so Mongolian cavalrymen had already approached within fifty paces of the Dazhou Mission in a threatening manner, and they each bent their bows and set up their arrows. They only needed to close the distance a little before launching the first round of shooting.

At this moment, a cart in the mission team suddenly stood up, and hundreds of catties of goods on it fell to the ground in a crash. He rushed up to meet the Mongols!

The Mongols, who were about to launch an attack, were not surprised when they saw the cart, which was about ten feet high, rushing towards it as if it had grown legs.

Those who were not determined, shot arrows to stop them.

But the feathered arrows nailed aggressively to the cart were like stone sinking into the sea, and were of no use at all—even the cart had temporarily adjusted its angle to face the direction where the bows and arrows were most dense.

The distance was less than fifty steps, and they charged at each other again, one side was faster than the galloping horse, and the other side... was already riding on the horse.

The Mongols were not allowed to adjust their formation at all, and the two sides collided into one place!

The first few Mongolian cavalrymen subconsciously turned their horses' heads, and were about to go around the sides of the cart. They never thought that the standing cart would suddenly fall forward, revealing a big man behind him!

Seeing this scene, not only the Mongols, but even the Jurchens behind them couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Could it be that……

It was this person who was running forward holding the cart?

How can this be? !

But before they finished admiring, the man grabbed the cart weighing hundreds of kilograms and waved it like a dead branch.

For a while, it was like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, regardless of whether people or animals stood in the way!

In the blink of an eye, six or seven Mongolian cavalrymen were knocked off their horses by him!

But the Mongols were battle-hardened after all.

Although this action became hasty, after the remaining Mongolian cavalry dispersed, they unanimously raised their bows and arrows, preparing to pinch the big man Naangzang back and forth.

No matter how wide a scooter is, it can't protect the front and rear sides, can it?

But before they could launch an attack, the big man Angzang rounded up the cart first, and threw it fiercely at some of the Mongolian cavalrymen!

But seeing the heavy cart whizzing and spinning, its speed was only slightly slower than that of a hard bow and crossbow. Those Mongolian cavalrymen had no time to dodge, and they were smashed to pieces!

But at the same time, more than ten feathered arrows also shot at Naangzang man.

Seeing that the Angzang man didn't dodge or dodge, he drew a huge door-like sword from behind with his backhand, blocked it from left to right, and lightly and skillfully dropped those arrows and flew away.

At the same time, he didn't stop on his feet for a moment, and caught up with a Mongolian cavalryman, and with his sword in his hand, he split the man and the horse into two pieces.

Taking advantage of the situation, he picked up half of the horse's corpse, swayed it worryingly, and smashed another Mongolian more than ten steps away from the horse.

In this way, the number of Mongols has been reduced by more than half in just a dozen breaths, and the number of people is less than ten.

But Naang, the Tibetan and Han general, was not damaged at all!

After fighting to such an extent, the Mongols finally lost their fighting spirit, and whoever took the lead shouted, and scattered like birds and beasts one after another. They didn't even dare to return to Jianzhou City, and fled directly to the nearby mountains and forests.

General Naang Zanghan didn't chase after him, he just patrolled the battlefield leisurely with blood all over his body, and whenever he found a Mongol who was still alive, he stepped forward with a sword.

After confirming that there were no more survivors, he walked towards the city gate calmly.

All the Jurchens, including Narsa, raised their weapons subconsciously, but their hands trembled and their calves twisted.

Seeing the opponent getting closer and closer, some Ghoshhas even started to retreat into the city without waiting for an order—even Narsa wondered whether he should close the city gate first, so as not to let the killing god break in and massacre .

At this moment, I suddenly heard that Angzang Han general raised his voice: "My official is Sun Shaozong, the deputy envoy of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Is there a convenient place to wash in the city?"

Da Zhou... Deputy envoy?

What kind of monster did the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty send? !

and……

Sending this monster over is really just to make peace? !

Chapter 944 Counting

The ninth day of the first lunar month.

As the festive atmosphere gradually subsided, the cold Jianzhou City once again returned to its original deserted state.

However, the Han slaves running back and forth in the wind and snow are quite different from those of years ago. Although when they meet each other, they still tremble unavoidably, and there are several more scars on their bodies than before. Excited and hopeful.

On the contrary, those who wear brocade clothes are all in mourning, at least on the surface.

What led to this change was the series of events that occurred after the envoys of the Great Zhou entered the city.

On the 13th of the twelfth lunar month in the 26th year of Guangde, the Zhou envoys under the city of Jianzhou killed 13 Mongolian cavalry, and became famous for a while.

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Baturu Yayan of Jianzhou came to challenge the envoy Zhou, and made a promise of life and death, and died under the envoy Zhou's fist.

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Ye Yan's wife and younger brother led a crowd to attack the embassy at night, and none of the 17 people survived.

On the second day of the first lunar month of the following year, the eldest prince Ale Buhua brought twelve Buku wrestlers to the door to cheer for the fun. During the banquet, three people were killed and nine were injured, but they failed to move Zhou Shi a step.

On the third day of the first lunar month, Haerlu, a cow in Ba Yala camp, shot an arrow at Zhou Envoy in the street. Zhou Shithrowed a passing ox cart and missed.