"There are eleven soldiers in total, and we want to fight two of them." Meng Jiucheng looked aggressive and glanced at several helpers who could fight. "First blow him up, then take advantage of the chaos to rush up and kill him."

"Master, your one-" Mu Yi was not afraid of death, but was unsure. He was worried that these people would be killed if they could kill the thief. He pointed to the gunpowder jar on the ground and asked tentatively: "How powerful is this thing?"

"The sound is like thunder, and the sound is shaking all over the world, and everyone is full of decay." Meng Jiucheng knew that he had to blow at this time. The more powerful he blew, the more confident everyone was.

Mu Yi grinned. Although he didn't believe it very much, he didn't want to back down.

Mu Xiaowei looked at Meng Jiucheng and said, "Do you want to plan carefully? It's that simple. Isn't it a bit hasty?"

Make tea, everyone sit down for a meeting, study and discuss carefully? Where is the time? The easiest, most violent, and perhaps the most direct shortcut to success.

"Just a few soldiers, there is no need to be such trouble." Meng Jiucheng threw the Taoist robe he took off to Sanming and ordered: "You can talk to the soldiers behind the mountain gate, and you can do whatever you say, just delay time. Oh, be careful, don't be shot by arrows. If you see that the situation is not good, run away quickly."

Sanming was weak and had to take over this mission. Although he was afraid, the young man also had self-esteem and refused to run away alone.

"Madam Qiao." Meng Jiucheng knew that the main force of killing thieves might have to rely on Qiao E, so he lured him for fame and fortune. "This group of soldiers killed people and looted people, are all bad guys that should be killed. This fight is not only the beginning of making achievements, but seeing those horses without them, it will be convenient to hunt in the future."

Qiao E scratched her head, smiled and said, "Is it harder to kill riots than to kill tigers?"

OK, it seems that this guy has no psychological burden for killing people, and is stronger than himself. Mu Yi and Mu Xiaowei are roaming outside, and the world is chaotic. Judging from his expression, his hands must have been bloody.

"I'll listen to my orders later and charge hard, don't be timid." Meng Jiucheng picked up the gun with his right hand, raised it into the air, and said loudly: "Bring the items and set off."

I want to be a general! Da Chou shouted in his heart, and a heavy breath spurted out from his nose. He held a wooden gun in his left hand and raised the basket containing a gunpowder jar with his right hand, and followed with great strides.

Mu Yi looked at his daughter, shook his head, and took a step with a wry smile.

"Let's go, little lady, go and disrupt the soldiers!" Qiao E held her homemade mace, without a look of fear, but she felt excited, and even greeted Xiaowei.

Oh, Mu Xiaowei responded, reached out and swept her hair, and she was strong and kept up with the team.

Several people flipped out from the gap in the back wall, walked around the courtyard wall for a while, and stopped at the corner. Here, the trees were covered with dead grass, and you could see a clearing area outside the mountain gate by looking at it.

This open space is about the size of a volleyball court, which is relatively flat. Meng Jiucheng took a fancy to the narrowness here and judged that the robbers must stop here. In the relatively narrow space, more than a dozen robbers can exert the maximum power of the gunpowder tank. In addition, it is snowing and the ground is softer, so it is not easy to break if it throws it over. Otherwise, it will turn into a fireworks.

It was dark quickly in winter and it was cloudy and snowy again. When Pei Qing and others arrived at the mountain gate, the light had dimmed just at dusk.

"Hey, these bastards actually blocked the door." Shi Deguang held his horse's head and sneered. He didn't even see such a simple roadblock.

Pei Qing nodded calmly, a trace of viciousness shot out in his eyes, and he raised his whip and said, "Dropping off the horse and moving away the debris."

Several soldiers jumped off their horses, and ran forward with swords and guns in their hands.

"Wait, wait." Sanming plucked up his courage in the mountain gate, shouted in a trembling voice: "Hero, Master Bing, wait!"

"There are still people who think they are all running away!" The leader of the rioter was stunned for a moment, stopped, looked at it with difficulty, and said with a smile: "Little Taoist, don't be afraid, find someone to move this mess away, it's not difficult for us to be monks."

What about coaxing ghosts? Meng Jiucheng, who was at the corner, retracted his gaze and looked around. Seeing everyone tied weeds on his shoes, he squatted under the wall and lit a thick fragrance.

"Miss Qiao, you hold it like this, and when I shout to throw it away, you throw it at the robber..."

Meng Jiucheng could only teach and sell it now. Qiao E was very strong and the grenade was determined. But he was afraid that this guy would not understand centrifugal force and could not master the method of throwing this "meteor bomb", so he had to change his energy and use Qiao E's great strength to throw it out directly.

Qiao E understood it, tightened the rope, concentrated it into a handful at the bottom of the can, and held it in her hand. The top of the can is made of paper-twisted wire, which is similar to the grenades in later generations.

Meng Jiucheng handed the incense to Mu Xiaowei, picked up a gunpowder jar, grabbed the rope, and swayed it experimentally for a few times, feeling that it was OK.

"Da Chou, put all those on the ground and use them faster." Meng Jiucheng finished his order, took a deep breath and calmed down his mind.

On this side, Sanming was talking to the rioters, and was still delaying the time.

"You fucking hurry!" The soldiers urged impatiently.

"Yes, yes, that's about to come. Why don't I go and call people, it's so easy to work!"

Pei Qing frowned slightly and secretly cursed these lazy soldiers. He could move them away with just a little thing, but he had to let the little Taoist priest do it.

Shi De looked around in Guangdong, pointed to the plaque on the mountain gate and said, "Brother, what name should we choose in this village? It should be the kind that is majestic."

Pei Qing smiled and really thought about how to call the village in the future.

The sparks flashed, Meng Jiucheng swayed "meteor thunder", Qiao E also raised the "grenade" and set up her posture.

"Take it!" Meng Jiucheng shouted, and the "meteor thunder" in his hand drew an arc with a few sparks, crossing the snow-covered dry grass more than half a person in front, and flew towards the scattered soldiers outside the mountain gate.

Hey, Qiao E also exhaled and threw the jar in her hand out.

Meng Jiucheng didn't even look at the result, and bent down and grabbed a jar, urging Xiaowei to "light, ignite. Qiao E, take another one."

Pei Qing shook the whip, and a flash of inspiration flashed. He remembered a loud name. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother, listen to this thunder..."

"What?" Shi Deguang tilted his head and looked at Pei Qing. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw something black and shining with light falling from the sky.

"Boom!" The meteor thunder exploded before it even landed, with a violent flash that made people dizzy, and the loud noise was deafening.
Chapter completed!