Twilight Boundary

Chapter 532: Troubled Times

 Things started in Xiaoliang County.

A group of truth believers here are responsible for more than a dozen villages and towns in the southeast area. They have already taken a long trip here at the right time. Although there are some twists and turns in the process of collecting grain, it is not difficult. They successfully collected dozens of carts full of grain. Food comes back.

I could have returned to the city of Mingzhou to pay a difference, but I ca n’t ignore a mountain cricket. I just saw that there were more than a dozen farmers who were located here, and they came over to collect food.

This is a village with few people, but they are brave enough to open up wasteland and farm here. They don’t rent the landlord’s land, and they don’t know the official name. When they see someone coming to grab food, they grab a gun, stick, and hoe. beat.

With the bravery of this village, even if the bandits break into this place, they will suffer a loss. Unfortunately, the villagers here deserve to be unlucky. It just so happens that the leader of the group is a deputy altar leader of the Truth Religion.

Seeing those villagers coming over, he sneered, opened his mouth suddenly, and spit out a black child from his stomach, covered in sticky melons, squealing, and the ferocious aura on his body made people feel It's not broad daylight, and I can't help but feel creepy.

The owner of the altar was on his horse and shouted: "My son, if you had had this food, you would not have died of hunger..."

With this shout, the black child suddenly burst into resentment and rushed straight towards the strong man in the village. He waved his little hands and legs and clawed at the opponent. Although the man in the village was brave, he was also beaten by this kid. Terrified.

“We, the Shinrikyo Cult, act according to the rules and are accompanied by tax collectors. If anyone does not follow orders, we will come and try the knife.”

The deputy altar leader watched with satisfaction as the brat beat up those who dared to come over. He sat high on his horse and shouted loudly: "If you obediently hand over the grain, there are ten loads in the warehouse, and you will only receive four. If you don't, Those who hand over food and dare to use weapons will be punished on the spot and all will be taken away."

Following the sound of shouting, the sound of clattering footsteps, mixed with horse hooves, was heard on the other side of the col. When the sound fell, a man on horseback rushed over as fast as lightning.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ifies!

Even half of them were wearing armor, and they were holding standard knives or spears in their hands. They were murderous and directly surrounded these people who came to the countryside to collect food. Crossbows, hard bows, spears, knives and forks were all pointed at the opponent's face.

“You actually killed our deputy altar leader directly?”

 The little tax collector was frightened when he saw such a group of people actually appearing in the mountains.

 “Great…Your Majesty, please spare my life…”

The people in the village were frightened to death, but seeing their food being robbed, they knew that they would starve to death if this continued, so they were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

 Along the way, they have seen this kind of thing a lot, and there are many people who don't want to pay for the food. But how can ordinary people like this compare to the abilities of the deputy altar leader of the Truth Cult who possesses magical powers?

The first time I met someone resisting, I was still a little hesitant. But every time, more people were killed, and my eyes turned red. Instead of being afraid of these people jumping up to resist, I was looking forward to them jumping out and making more excitement.

　　“Men just don’t look down on this kind of thing.”

Seeing this man crying and shouting, even the little tax collector who was wrapped up by the Truth Cult couldn't bear it and looked away. But the Truth Cultist didn't care about this, and many of them raised their swords. , staring at them, just to see when they can't help but do it again.

 The remaining members of the Truth Sect, as well as the petty tax collectors who had followed them to the countryside, were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

 His head was cut off by the man on the horse, and he reached out to catch it. The blood spurted out from the headless corpse next to him stained his body.

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But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came: "Where did this evil man come from, dare to pretend to be a tax collector and rob our fellow villagers of the food they need to make a living?"

As for the congregation under the altar master, when they saw their family members being killed, they were also frightened. They did not dare to take action under such a disadvantage. Instead, they just gritted their teeth one by one and headed towards the horse. The person looked over:

“Okay, very good, I don’t know when such a hero appeared in Mingzhou Prefecture, but if you take action today, you must know the consequences of doing so!”

Yang Gong, who was sitting on the horse, narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his knife, put it on his neck, and said: "You can't collect the food in this mountain, and even if you collect it, you can't take it out. "

However, this time it seemed that the deputy altar master directly used the unique skill, which made these mud-legged people afraid in their hearts. They only kowtowed and did not dare to take action. It also made them feel a little boring in their hearts.

"The altar master is here, the altar master is dead, and that general of yours is here..."

Following his shout, the congregation behind him, as well as the ruffian soldiers who had been plundered from various states and counties to carry food and carry out errands, rushed up and attacked the village, knocking on altars, breaking tiles, and turning over mattresses. Being quilted, nothing of value was left behind.

The horse was extremely fast, and the man on the horse was also extremely ferocious and nimble. He was holding a sharp sharp knife. Taking advantage of the horse's momentum, he was fierce and slashed with the knife. However, before the deputy altar leader could react, He had already passed by his figure.

When they reacted and were about to take action, they heard a whole group of people and horses rushing over from the other side of the mountain col. Suddenly there were dozens of horses and three to five hundred people, each holding a weapon, following closely behind.

　　…“…His head must also be kept!”

　　　…”

The speaker had no expression on his face and said: "I will bring you these words."

“You are so brave, why don’t you give me a name and let us go back so that we can send a message to the general.”

　　　…”

 “Go ahead!”

Yang Gong snorted coldly: "Uncle, my surname is Yang Gong, and my nickname is General Baoliang. I'm waiting for him in the mountains. I'm afraid he won't come!"

The man nodded and had no intention of taking action. The dozen or so carts of grain that had been collected were all thrown there, and he turned around and left. The people in the village also stayed for a long time, and then suddenly they suddenly cheered.

And Yang Gong raised the altar owner's head, and ordered his men to disperse the more than ten carts of grain into three carts, and **** the rest back to his village. When he arrived at the village, he came directly. He paid homage to his old father-in-law and said, "The matter has been settled."

“I killed the owner of the altar who had the most lives on his hands, destroyed my reputation, and got my food back.”

   “Should it be piled into the warehouse, or...”     …”

 “Put it into the warehouse for what?”

Yang Gong's father-in-law said: "The food our village has saved in recent years is enough to eat. Let's not be greedy for this. All the food you snatched back will be distributed to the villages that have been robbed empty."

"Let them have a good meal first, but don't leave too much food for them. Just tell them that the people outside who want to come in and rob are men, so come and help."

　　　…”

Yang Gong understood in his heart, smiled, and agreed to go out. In the past few days, he had done similar things many times, but unexpectedly, his old father-in-law suddenly remembered something again and hurriedly said: "Wait a minute."

“How is it going with what I asked you to think about earlier?”

　　　…”

“I’m thinking about how many risks I have taken in the past few years, and how many times I almost lost my life?”

After hearing this, Yang Gong smiled bitterly and said: "Old Taishan, I have never concealed it from you. I am a disciple of Hongxiang. I have always risked my life to fight for wealth. The number of times I almost lost my life is simply too much. "

"However, if we really talk about life hanging by a thread and dying before our eyes, there were two times. One was in Niujiawan, robbing the blood food of the Qingyi Gang, and the other was fighting bandits in Qingshi Town."

"My eyes were closed both times, but I was lucky. I had a good brother to help me. Not only did I not die, but I also got benefits. The incident in Niujiawan is over. When I go back, I will be favored by the queen and beat the bandits. This Wouldn’t he become your good son-in-law?”

　　　…”

“He’s not a good son-in-law. Otherwise, why wouldn’t you listen to me teaching you how to read, read, and learn the art of war?”

The old father-in-law snorted coldly and shook his head, but Yang Gong's words really made him think.

 A big event was approaching, and he asked a fortune teller to help his son-in-law calculate it.

 But the result turned out to be very frightening. He only said that this son-in-law had a low life and was like a weed. He didn't look like he was going to succeed at all.

But when he once chose the wrong person, the fortune teller said again: "It's because he was born so lightly and cheaply that he managed to survive and even live to be so wealthy. Things are getting weird..."

“You, the old man, should also ask, is this child surrounded by noble people?”

　　　…”

The old father-in-law slowly thought about it, and there was something he wanted to say, but in the end he felt that it was better not to say it out loud, so he just asked: "If I remember correctly, the person who helped you these two times was the same person?"

“This time I asked someone to deliver a letter to us, telling us to be prepared. Someone will come to grab food. Is it your brother?”

　　　…”

 “Isn’t it him?”

Yang Gong smiled and said: "Old Taishan, do you have any hidden daughters?"

“There are good things that I can’t keep all by myself, so I want to share them with him.”

　　　…”

 “Get out!”

The old father-in-law pointed calmly outside and said, "Besides, whatever you do in the future, be bolder!"

Yang Gong went out happily, but the old father-in-law sighed: "It's a pity that I am too old to have children, otherwise..."

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Yang Gong went out and did what the old father-in-law said, which immediately aroused the excitement of several young people in the surrounding villages. They picked up the guys and wanted to follow the food protection general to deal with the truth believers who were robbing food.

Similar things are spreading. The people of Mingzhou Prefecture, who were originally in a mess due to the truth cult's harvesting of grain, seemed to have suddenly become more courageous and courageous. It even became a trend for a while. They came to vote one after another.

At the same time, the news that the deputy leader of the Truth Sect was killed in the mountains quickly spread throughout the Mingzhou Prefecture, and it was also heard that someone here actually openly resisted and robbed the truth sect's grain inspection team. It feels a little weird.

Finally, in the Mingzhou Prefecture, the Tianming General gave an order, and the people who were scattered across Mingzhou to supervise grain and tax collection also gathered in this mountain.

When too many people gather together, murderous intent will arise, billowing and colliding.

 (End of this chapter)