Relying on his two tricks, Du Qi kicked away his opponent, rolled and crawled out of the house, covered in blood, howled like a pig about to be slaughtered.

A personal soldier rushed back with his stolen property, hurriedly threw away his bag, raised his knife to the man who had just chased out. The man turned around and fled into the house, and soon he heard a clanging sound inside.

"Beat, beat this bastard to death." Du Qi grinned, either hated or gritted his teeth in pain.

The personal soldiers did not dare to break in rashly, but just shouted and scared, which attracted a few more bandits. There were many people and powerful people. Only then did these guys take their weapons and enter carefully. But there was no one in the room. The man smashed the wooden board with an axe and ran away from the hole with his woman.

"Search, catch that bastard and get it back. Mom's *" Du Qi scolded while asking someone to bandage his wound, "Damn it, poor man, it's really hard to touch."

"Yes, general." The personal soldiers were afraid that Du Qi would take his anger and said carefully: "The poor people are sometimes as obedient as lambs. When they see them, they either run away or hide. As long as they don't hurt them, they will send women to you and play with them. But maybe when the fuck will come, a guy will get into your life."

"That must be her man." Another personal soldier guessed.

"Which man can do it, and he doesn't even want his life for his wife? I see that kid, he must be from her own family, either a brother or a cousin." Du Qi sucked in the air conditioner, sweating in pain.

After a chaotic search, the door of the courtyard and the door were smashed open, and the bandits ransacked with even more fierce movements. But what made Du Qi depressed was that the man who attacked him, as well as the woman and the child, disappeared. No one could tell whether he had escaped from the village or was hiding in a secret place.

A fire was lit on the threshing ground, and the bandits surrounded each other, zipping their ties, pulling their ears, and driving the fat pigs over, killing them, and then baking them on the fire. Several old men were forced to bring food and homemade local wine for the Qing soldiers to drink.

Smelling the increasingly strong smell of meat, he looked very happy, but Du Qi was wrapped around his head, lame legs, gloomy face, and drinking a suffocating wine. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"General—" a personal soldier came over and whispered: "After the team left this village, I will take a few brothers to stop halfway, and I will touch it back when it is almost dark. I will definitely catch the boy and the woman, and the adults will deal with it."

Du Qi nodded, his face calmed a little, and then gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Mom, I'm going to cut that bastard with one knife and one knife, that woman, hum, I'll reward you."

"Thank you, general, thank you." The personal soldiers successfully flattered him. Although he had not touched the woman's side, his face showed a lewd smile.

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Could it be that Du Qi really wants to loot all the villages in his territory?

In fact, he was not that stupid. He kicked out of the county town and was forced to leave from Cross Road Town. He already knew that he was not popular.

If you don’t stay here, you will stay here. Du Qi took a small amount of food, grass and supplies as a gift on Wednesday, and left Cross Road Town hatefully. The master either didn’t come back or brought his men and horses back. With this thought, Du Qi treated the village close to Cross Road Town as the target of looting to maintain the morale of the people and accumulate money and supplies.

In other words, Du Qi did not regard these villages as his territory. His eyes were focused on Zhukou, a middle-class town occupied by Meng Jiucheng. He planned to focus on Zhukou as the center and then operate the surrounding villages as the territory and foundation for development and growth.

This naturally makes sense. The strategy cannot be said to be a mistake. However, robbery and looting provided Meng Jiucheng with more favorable conditions for facing the enemy and laid the root of disaster for his own destruction.

When a village is harmed, there are always people who escape, let alone several villages. The news of bandits coming to the north spread wildly, causing great panic and chaos.

The fleeing people came north in groups of three or five. They didn't know where the bandits would attack, but just ran for their lives in the opposite direction.

Climbing over Pingding Mountain, in a sheltered open space, the tired people were lying and some were sitting: young mothers lifted up their clothes and breasts with the cold wind on their backs; girls were waiting beside their elderly parents with bloated bags in their arms; old women were crying and cursing; men were talking irritably from time to time, or looked around in panic.

The soldiers with red scarves tied in their necks ran around, carrying bundles of firewood, and raising fires, which made the hungry and cold people feel a little warm.

"Master Bing, can you give me some hot water? The child is so sick." An old woman begged, beside her daughter-in-law, her face turned blue with cold, holding a child in her arms, and she shrank down her head and moved to the edge of the fire.

"Don't call me Bing Master, we are also ordinary people." Chen Hong glanced at him pity and said, "Wait a minute, not only will there be hot water, but also hot porridge for you to drink!"

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Bing." The old lady thanked her repeatedly, and asked curiously, "I don't know which family you are from, you are so good to people?"

"Our leader is General Meng." Chen Hong paused for a moment and added: "Meng Jiucheng, the big name, turned out to be in the Taoist temple of Mount Qi, and people called him a Taoist priest."

"Silly Taoist priest?!" The old lady was surprised and surprised. After a while, she nodded repeatedly and said, "No wonder she is so kind-hearted. She turned out to be a monk. She knew that he was a very, very honest and kind child. Now she has become a general?"

A man next to him listened to the conversation and couldn't help but look at him and asked, "Master Bing, are you trying to block the bandits here?"

"Yes!" Chen Hong nodded vigorously and said, "Our family is in the villages and towns in the north of the mountain. We cannot let bandits harm you."

"Can you stop it?" The man dared not show a look of too suspicion and contempt, but this meaning was revealed in his words.

Chen Hong looked at the man carefully, looked unhappy and said, "General Meng, Coach Mu, and Madam Qiao are all skilled in martial arts and thunder bombardment. We will definitely be able to stop them with us. The riots were defeated, and Ma Si was destroyed by us, and there was no one left. Besides, for the sake of our family, wouldn't we sacrifice our lives to fight against the bandits?"

The man stretched out his thumb and praised: "Good man, I'm so ashamed to compare with you!"

The girl next to the man was gently caressing the whip on her body. When she heard this, she couldn't help but raise her head and looked at Chen Hong carefully.
Chapter completed!