Beiyang new warlord

"It's better to sell it cheaper than to feed the wild wolves!"

The words of the old shopkeeper obviously resonated with the big guys. However, to become a big cabinet, Luo Laoshi is not only more fierce and capable of fighting, but also has a long way to think.

In his worried gaze, he looked around with a scarred eye, and he also sighed heavily.

"Everyone, it's really good to get back girls, and it's cheaper than in previous years, but have you ever thought about it? There are more skinny horses. They are familiar with the business. We are new to the business, even if we get a good skinny horse, grab it. Have you tried them?"

The group of people who heard these words couldn't help but frown, but if these words only moved them slightly, Luo Laoshi's next words would directly push the caravan to the point of the knife.

"Besides, in the past two years, thieves have been swarming, and the business route from Shanxi to Yangzhou has been intermittent. Those who come from Yangzhou are also more picky! Generally, poor people with thin horses can't get into their eyes at all, and those who do business with us are more used to it. Since we took Mongolian children to satisfy the curiosity-seeking psychology of those big shots, if we suddenly go the usual way, will people buy it?"

This time, even Li Dagui couldn't help nodding his head. If he couldn't keep his unique selling point, the skinny horse caravan would be abolished.

"Anyway, my father, Ning Yuan, will not go back to suffer a poor death if he dies here! He sells his sons and daughters like those mud legs. Those days are not lived by human beings. You decide for yourself!"

With a final hum, he lit a cigarette, and Luo Laoshi smoked heavily. His words completely silenced a group of caravan coordinators.

But seeing the young man who was the most opposed just now, he couldn't help but nodded, and wanted to express his opinion. Who knew that at this moment, Luo Laoshi suddenly had a tree in his ears, and suddenly stretched out his hand, stopping everyone's actions. As he spoke, he spit out the smoke on the ground and stomped it out, and immediately blew on the lights in the house.

Having been doing business on the grassland for many years, just dancing on the tip of the knife, they have long developed a tacit understanding. Watching the main house go out, the members of the caravan also stood up in the same tacit understanding, and took out their fellows to look around vigilantly.

puff~

An arrow shot out suddenly in the middle of the night, and the Yan Xingren, who was dozing off at the entrance of this simple village, screamed and fell from the two-meter-high lookout stockade. After reacting, countless torches flashed suddenly on the flat grassland, and the sound of Xi Lilu's horse bleating suddenly rang out.

Then someone screamed violently.

"The Tartar!"

Although they are very aggressive, there are still rules for the large Mongolian tribes. One of them is not to hurt merchants. After all, nomadic tribes cannot be self-sufficient and need supplies from merchants from the Central Plains. Once they are killed, in the long run, these Tribes are suicidal.

But the Mongolian tribes that have been reduced to rogues have lost their tribesmen, cattle and sheep, and lost all the rules and comforts. What they did was to kill and burn everything they encountered!

The Yanxing Datong people who were carrying farming supplies undoubtedly became their delicious targets, and they might even have crouched here for many days.

But these Yanxing farmers are not lambs to be slaughtered, even if they are sheep, they still have horns.

At the entrance of the village, fierce cavalry rushed in. The Tartar cavalry at the head shot left and right, and several Datong tents who had just rushed out of the work shed were shot to death one after another. A tent came out, and a dung fork poked it up.

Maybe he was also a well-known figure on the grassland, but he was killed by a dung fork in a muddle like this.

Being able to survive and farm on the grassland, these people are also fearless of death. Those in the house suddenly got out, covering the quilt and corpses to block the arrows, and the hoes were like daggers to hook the cavalry who came and went like the wind, and then the family went into battle , crackling hit the face.

Playing with knives and farm tools intertwined into a song of bloody night.

Luo Laoshi's caravan became the absolute main force of this Yan Xing tent. The cavalry of the prairie bandits rushed to the house where they lived. Before they could draw their bows, a person rushed out in the darkness like a cat. He threw the leader of the bandit off the horse. Although he was scared just now, the fight really started. The young man was unambiguous, and cut the throat of the Mongolian bandit while rolling.

Flashing out from the shadows, with a bang of a shot, a galloping Mongolian cavalry screamed and put it down, and the other angrily took out his knife and slashed at Luo Laoshi, who was only ten meters away.

But unlike ordinary musketeers, Luo Laoshi held the clip on the front with his left hand, and the clip on the back with his right hand. With a bang, the barrel of the finished gun fell down in response, and the butt of the gun was inserted into the side of his leg. The gap formed was erected immediately, and in five seconds, the second shot burst out, and the Tartar cavalry fell to the ground in astonishment.

Released the clip again, the face full of bearded and fierce, not like a businessman but like a bandit became more and more ferocious, put on the third gun barrel, and he rushed out of the room fiercely.

The identity of the hunter and the prey is not eternal, so many counts, but these 200-odd Mongolian thieves did not think that they could not defeat this Yan Xingren. More than 40 people were killed, more than 20 were hooked by hoes, and they were left With fifty horses, the bandits fled in panic.

"Damn it, bitch!"

"Die, dog!"

More than 30 people died, and Yan Xing people were dispatched by their families. The anger can be imagined, there is no kindness at all, and the twenty or so Tartar rogues were terrified of begging for mercy, and they were dragged to the threshing ground in the village by the villagers. , Men, women, old and young went into battle together, and beat them to death with sticks and hoes.

None of Luo Laoshi's caravan was killed, and more than a dozen horses were allocated to him. However, as the big cabinet of the caravan, Luo Laoshi couldn't be happy. Beside him, he picked up an old flag with more than a dozen holes on it, with a large character embroidered on it.

"Break!"

His face was pale, and the well-informed Luo Laoshi turned his head tremblingly, and yelled at the shopkeepers behind him.

"Go back to the customs, hurry up!"

It seems that there is more than one Yan Xing team that has encountered such thieves. The Yan Xing team that had just left the customs immediately retreated in a swarm. More than a dozen big flags with Chinese characters were sent to the General Military Mansion in Datong.

He was eight feet tall, wearing heavy armor and a heavy helmet like an iron man, but looking at the big flag stacked in front of the table, the face of Datong General Soldier Jiang Xiang was as pale as a dead man.

"The thief, here, here, have you arrived at the grassland?"

Chapter 558. Fear

Fear spread like a poison, and the entire Datong City felt like it was the end of the world. The rich and powerful in the city packed their belongings and fled towards the capital, even ordinary people hid their daughters and young men and hid in the countryside. .

On the one hand, the propaganda of the Ming Dynasty was indeed in place, portraying the Chuangjun as a scourge. On the other hand, Li Zicheng himself was indeed not up to date. Like Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, he had strictly prohibited looting. Although there were massacres in the future, as long as he did not offend The Ming army is too ruthless, and the Ming army has never committed any crimes, and the gentry and common people are willing to join in, but until last year's invasion of Guanzhong, the Chuang army still mainly lived by robbing the aristocratic families, and the image of rogues is too difficult to wash away .

To be honest, there are still many flaws this time. Firstly, Li Zicheng has changed the name of the country to Dashun after the founding of Xi’an, and the army flag is also dominated by Dashun. The leader of the leader, his influence will not reach the grassland, let alone those grassland refugees who are not even a bird.

But when people are terrified, they won't think about these details, especially when the building is about to collapse. All the former high-rise buildings of the Ming Empire have already tasted the breath of subjugation, and they are in constant fear.

But at this time, the most panic-stricken person in the entire Datong City is Jiang Xiang, the emperor of the entire Datong Basin, the general soldier of Datong!His Jiang family was born in Datong, and the root is here. Other rich and powerful gentry can run away, but he didn't run away. For two or three days in a row, Jiang Xiang sat there in a daze early in the morning like a lost soul. In his military yamen, not even a single order was issued.

It was another day at noon, and this tall and strong man was still sitting there like a coward. Suddenly, Jiang Hong, the housekeeper of their Jiang family, hurried in.

"Master! Master! There is a weird Taoist priest at the door, saying that he wants to see you, Master!"

"master!"

"My lord, he, he, he said he was a burglar"

"A burglar?"

After yelling for a long time, Jiang Xiang didn't respond, so the old butler had no choice but to lower his voice, and carefully revealed the key point, but the word couldn't be lowered, but Jiang Xiang screamed as if his butt was scalded Jumping up, old butler Jiang hurriedly covered his mouth in fright, and looked around cautiously.

"Sir, keep your voice down!"

"Shut up, what are you still doing?"

Throwing away the hand of the old housekeeper, Jiang Xiang couldn't wait to yell at the door.

"Please hurry up!"

"Ah! Yes! Little one understands! I understand!"

Nodding and bowing, Jiang Hong ran and bumped out the door.

After about a few minutes, he invited him in front again like a traitor. No wonder he said that he was a weird Taoist priest with a big head and a thick neck. It also covered a pair of huge toad sunglasses, which looked exactly like the blind fortune teller who was cheated and abducted on the street in later generations.

Moreover, things gather together and people are divided into groups. The Taoist priest at the front is so sorry to the audience, but the entourage behind him is similar. Judging from his appearance, he brought two Taoist boys and two children, but judging by his appearance, both of them have beards. Wipe, say It's the strong men who are too anxious to grow up, and they are just two dwarves in Western mythology.

"Hey, why don't you hold the Taoist priest! Taoist priest, please take a seat, here!"