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Chapter 170: No matter how high martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives

ps: Today's update is a bit late, there is a chapter around 12 o'clock, which may not be updated in the early morning. Brothers can go to bed early and watch it tomorrow&1t;/p>

The sky is getting darker, and the full moon in early summer hangs in the night sky, sprinkling a layer of silver light. The sky is like a huge chess board, with dense stars. Small,...o&1t;/p>

The croaking of insects and frogs, like a symphony.&1t;/p>

However, in such a night, there is a large convoy of hundreds of people moving forward in the night. On such a night, there is no need for torches.&1t;/p>

A strong man with a hideous scar on his face, riding on a horse, was like the leader of the team. The scar passed through his forehead, nose, and face, which was shocking. With the rough appearance of this strong man, it made people feel disgusted.&1t;/p>

"Master Tan, the government is inspecting private salt everywhere now. Isn't it too risky for us to ship it tonight? This is 100,000 kilograms of salt!" A slightly thin man next to him said with some concern: "It's better for us to wait for a while and avoid the limelight first. The government's inspection has always been a while."&1t;/p>

"What are you afraid of? Yesterday you didn't see it. The officials were just soft-legged shrimps. If you meet again today, those who know the appearance will take some money and let us go. If you don't know the appearance, you will see blood. People are dead below, and those officials may not dare to report it!" The strong man named Mr. Tan showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth and said disrespectfully, "Besides, we have made an appointment with the person who receives the goods. If we can't make an appointment, business will not be easy in the future."&1t;/p>

"Then, that's all." The man around him always felt that it was not very safe, but after making an appointment with the buyer, he could not put other people's pigeons.&1t;/p>

In this era when communication and transportation are inconvenient, keeping the agreement is extremely important. If you cannot even follow the basic agreed time, then the other party will not be willing to trade with you.&1t;/p>

"Hurry up. Let me go faster, there are only five miles left." Mr. Tan turned around and greeted him, continuing to ride his horse.&1t;/p>

This large fleet is obviously a large salt trading gang. Their task is also very simple, that is, to transport these private salts to the edge of the canal, and there will naturally be an agreed fleet to receive the goods.&1t;/p>

But at this moment, Mr. Tan suddenly raised his hand and signaled the convoy to stop.&1t;/p>

Everyone looked at it and saw that everything was normal in front of me, but a dozen torches suddenly appeared, and a group of people blocked the official road.&1t;/p>

"Come in front, come here immediately for inspection." A man holding a torch shouted to the convoy. Mr. Tan spat fiercely and cursed: "Damn, what's wrong with these people in the government? How can they get to such a small road to set up checkpoints."&1t;/p>

They have avoided the official road and chose to take the small road, but they are still blocked.&1t;/p>

The North China Plain is indeed flat. You can walk everywhere. But this does not mean that vehicles can pass everywhere. You should know that there are crop fields everywhere. How can cars walk in the crop fields?&1t;/p>

In addition to pipelines, there are also some small roads, which are indeed well-connected.&1t;/p>

However, the government has a very good job of setting up cards. Today is here and tomorrow will change places. It's like buying a lottery ticket, it depends on who is not lucky.&1t;/p>

"Mr. Tan, what should I do?"&1t;/p>

"What else can I do? Do what I said just now." Mr. Tan whispered, he was already targeted. There was so much salt in the car, so it was impossible to lose it. They couldn't afford to pay.&1t;/p>

Mr. Tan could only continue to move forward. As he got closer, cold sweat suddenly appeared on Mr. Tan's hideous face. The people blocked the road were actually fully armed officers and soldiers. In addition to those sent by the yamen to collect taxes, the officers and soldiers in red clothes were all in the back. They were holding bright spears and a flint-spike.&1t;/p>

As soon as the convoy approached, the pike soldiers and musketeers immediately pointed their weapons at them.&1t;/p>

"Put down your weapons and receive inspection." The officials in the yamen shouted loudly. Mr. Tan was completely panicked. Ordinary officers and soldiers did not wear red clothes. If they were wearing red clothes, they would only have Jingying.&1t;/p>

Why has the Jingying come out?&1t;/p>

Mr. Tan quickly winked, and a clever guy in the convoy immediately stepped forward and smiled and said, "Official, speak one step closer."&1t;/p>

While coming to the official, the silver notes in his hand were stuffed.&1t;/p>

"Don't do this for me, put down all the weapons and wait for inspection." The official knocked down the silver notes and looked at Mr. Tan, a group of strong men carrying weapons, with a look of alert. These people looked like terrorists and would travel at night, and they were mostly private salt dealers.&1t;/p>

"Official, please be polite. We are the standard dealer. The goods transported are relatively expensive and are inconvenient to be inspected." Mr. Tan said in a low voice.&1t;/p>

"Biaoxing? Biaoxing doesn't sleep at the inn in the middle of the night, will he run out and wander around?" The official snorted coldly, but an officer next to him ordered directly: "Miltel preparation."&1t;/p>

Dozens of musketeers pointed the black hole gun directly at the convoy. The officer shouted impatiently: "I will count three times, and I will not put down my weapons and shoot them on the spot."&1t;/p>

"One!"&1t;/p>

"Two!"&1t;/p>

Before San could shout, Mr. Tan, who was struggling, pulled out his machete on the spot and shouted: "Brothers, fight with them."&1t;/p>

The madness of underestimating the private salt dealers, as soon as Mr. Tan drew his sword, a large group of private salt dealers pulled out various weapons from the car and wanted to violently rush the card.&1t;/p>

Mr. Tan suddenly rose up and jumped, rushing towards the official army in front like a tiger. The private salt dealers behind him were all very angry. Mr. Tan was very skilled in martial arts. What scared the most was Mr. Tan's desperate aura. I heard that he was a swordsman in western Henan before, but because of his high martial arts skills, he was invited to Tianjin by a wealthy person.&1t;/p>

The officer was also startled by surprise, but his courage was not taken away. He immediately shouted without hesitation: "Shoot!"&1t;/p>

Dozens of musketeers pulled the trigger on the spot, and in an instant, the flames burst out, and lead bullets ejected.&1t;/p>

Bang bang bang…&1t;/p>

Mr. Tan, who had not yet landed, groaned on the spot, and saw more than a dozen lead bullets hit Mr. Tan directly, and were beaten into a sieve on the spot, and then fell to the ground.&1t;/p>

Mr. Tan, who is famous in the world, is so fragile at this moment. The private salt dealers behind him also fell down in such a close raft.&1t;/p>

The tragic death and injury suddenly felt great fear in their hearts. Especially when they saw that Mr. Tan, who was invincible in their minds, was directly collapsed by the official army's bird guns, it felt like the sky had collapsed.&1t;/p>

"How is this possible! How could Mr. Tan be killed by a bird gun?" The private salt dealers in the convoy were almost crazy. With Mr. Tan's martial arts, wouldn't the bird gun not be able to hit him?&1t;/p>

But why?&1t;/p>

For these martial arts practitioners who have reached a certain level of martial arts, one or two muskets are indeed useless. These martial arts practitioners have extremely keen sixth sense. Once they are aimed by the musket, they will have a slight tingling pain. In the complex terrain, no one can beat these guys.&1t;/p>

However, under the queuing, no matter how good the martial arts are, he is afraid of the "kitchen knife", so Mr. Tan knelt directly. (To be continued...)&1t;/>&1t;/p>
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