When you are not as powerful as others, you must remain calm.

From a physical point of view, Gu Qing was a complete loser. Apart from squatting on horseback for a few days, the only thing he was familiar with was the street gangster-like fighting style he brought from his past life memories, which was both ugly and dishonest.

It was a long-lost feeling of injury. At first, there was no pain. The injured area only felt slightly numb. After a few breaths, the pain in the lower rib area gradually became stronger. Gu Qing bared his teeth and took a breath of cold air in pain.

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He was already prepared to die, but he was not prepared for the pain of the injury before death. Gu Qing was already in excruciating pain just from scratching his ribs.

In his expectation, even if he died fighting for Song Gensheng tonight, at least he would be killed neatly and neatly by the enemy's sword. His death would be painful and quick, and it would never be like the dull knife cutting his flesh at this moment.

In the middle of the courtyard, the two sides were still fighting fiercely. The dead soldier who injured him just now probably quietly left the main battlefield and came around. After Gu Qing was injured, he became more ferocious. He gritted his teeth, gripped the halberd and half-hunched his waist, like

A hunter in the mountain forest stared at a fierce tiger, waiting for the chance to kill it with a fierce look.

The dead soldiers on the opposite side did not dare to be careless. The battle situation tonight was far beyond their expectations. They did not expect that the mission of killing the county magistrate would end up with such heavy casualties. No matter what the final result of tonight was, they could not escape.

His Royal Highness King Ji punished him and even executed him.

Therefore, at this moment, both sides are prepared to die, and the fight for their lives is even more brutal.

Staring into the dead man's eyes, Gu Qing calmly moved a step to the left, and the dead man's halberd also moved with him. Gu Qing concentrated, and the halberd in his hand suddenly thrust out. The dead man raised his halberd to block it, and then grew long

The halberd danced in a semicircle in his hand and slashed towards Gu Qing's neck.

Gu Qing blocked again, but the dead soldier's halberd suddenly changed its stance midway. The tip of the halberd suddenly stopped midway through the swing, then turned around and stabbed Gu Qing's chest sharply.

Gu Qing had no choice but to retreat again. In desperation, he reached into his arms, grabbed a handful of lime powder that had been reserved, and threw it hard at the dead man's face. The dead man did not expect that the enemy's tactics were so despicable, and he was caught off guard by the lime powder.

Most of it fell on his face, and his eyes were immediately fascinated.

The dead man was so anxious that he lost his eyesight and immediately waved his halberd indiscriminately. He danced the halberd in front of him to make it airtight. Gu Qing wanted to take advantage of the situation to deal with him, but was unable to do so for the moment.

I was hesitating whether to pick up the crossbow and attack him from a distance, when I suddenly heard the dead man scream and fall to the ground.

Zhang Huaiyu's face turned pale. He withdrew his long sword from the dead man's body, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said, "You still have the same moral character. You are just as unimproved as when you fought against the gangsters from other villages."

Gu Qing propped his halberd on the ground, supporting his body and gasping for air. Although his heart was hurt by Zhang Huaiyu, he was too lazy to argue with her at this moment.

There was a scream in the middle of the courtyard, and another hero fell under the swords of the dead soldiers.

Gu Qing gasped for a moment, gritted his teeth, raised his halberd and was about to join the battle circle, but was stopped by Zhang Huaiyu.

"Gu Qing, we can all die, but you can't die. You will be useful..." Zhang Huaiyu said in a low voice but quickly.

Gu Qing said coldly: "Is my life more valuable? So I can't die?"

Zhang Huaiyu said sadly: "To me, yes! Your life is more valuable than mine. The Zhang family already owes so much to Ling's parents. I can't let him die as their only descendant."

Gu Qing sighed: "Zhang Huaiyu, brother, don't be like this. You are desperate now. Don't be so bloody. You talk like I won't die if you don't let me die. Do you see the situation clearly? Whether I die or not is up to them."

It’s your decision that has the final say.”

Zhang Huaiyu stared at the dead soldiers with murderous eyes and said in a vicious voice: "I will fight to the death to protect you from escaping!"

"Are you blind? We obviously can't defeat him, so what's the point of trying our best to protect me? Stop talking nonsense and let's fight together!" After Gu Qing dropped these words, he suddenly rushed out waving his halberd. Zhang Huaiyu had no time to stop him, so he had to follow

Rush forward behind him.

Gu Qing is pessimistic about the ending.

There was a huge disparity in numbers and strength between the two sides. Gu Qingrao had set up many mechanisms to assassinate many enemies. In the end, he could only narrow the gap between the two sides slightly. However, the final result still had to rely on force.

The dead soldiers in the palace are too powerful, and Gu Qing and a group of bastards really can't compete with them.

The number of heroes is getting smaller and smaller, everyone is red-eyed, and everyone is seriously injured. From time to time, I hear the screams of some people before they die, and from time to time, I can see the last words of those heroes before they die.

Counterattack, even if it means biting the enemy hard.

No one is qualified to define justice and evil, they only have a persistent belief. The world in the eyes of heroes is the same as Song Gensheng, black and white.

Perhaps, people with simple beliefs will be so decisive when making life and death choices, and will not doubt it until death.

The heroes fell one by one in front of Gu Qing. Gu Qing had no time to feel the sadness. In fact, he had given up hope of life. His life might be as dead as the heroes in the next moment.

Rushing into the circle where the two sides were fighting, Gu Qing waved his halberd in an unorganized manner, using all his strength with every swing. Of course, each swing also revealed countless flaws, and anyone could easily pierce it with a sword.

his chest.

But Gu Qing was not injured.

Zhang Huaiyu stuck to his side like a shadow. Every time Gu Qing swung his halberd, Zhang Huaiyu's sword made up for the flaw he exposed. Gu Qing was responsible for attacking and Zhang Huaiyu was responsible for defending. With the cooperation of the two, they actually cooperated in a short time.

They had such a tacit understanding that by some mistake, Gu Qing actually killed two dead soldiers.

However, the situation was finally over, and Gu Qing and Zhang Huaiyu were unable to turn the tide.

When there were less than ten people left on Gu Qing's side, everyone was almost unable to fight anymore. Everyone gathered back to back, and the remaining thirty or so dead soldiers quickly surrounded them.

Outside the house on the east side of the yard, Song Gensheng was frantically trying to rush over, but Liu Hong led the teenagers and held him tightly.

The leader of the dead soldiers is still very clear-headed. The fighting has been so brutal, but he still knows what is important and what is secondary.

He raised his knife and pointed at Song Gensheng not far away, and the dead man shouted: "Separate ten people and take Song Gensheng's head!"

Seeing a group of dead soldiers rushing toward them, Liu Hong's heart skipped a beat, but he gripped his spear tightly and said fearlessly: "Everyone, form an array! Feng Aweng taught us the fish wing formation, hurry up!"

Seven or eight young men quickly rushed to take a position, and at the same time they raised their spears and stared at the running dead soldiers. Song Gensheng was still protected behind them.

The dead soldiers were getting closer and closer, and Liu Hong became more and more nervous. When the dead soldiers rushed to the front of the formation, Liu Hong endured the fear and shouted: "Stab!"

Seven or eight young men, like newborn calves, struggled to thrust out the spears.

The dead soldiers were already prepared, and all the first thrusts failed. Liu Hong shouted again: "Change formation, stab!"

The fish wing array changed several positions in an instant, miraculously forming a semi-surrounding situation. Spears were thrust out. Finally, one of the dead soldiers was stabbed and fell to the ground screaming.

After killing the first enemy in their lives, the faces of the teenagers changed from nervousness to nausea and fear, and finally they gradually became excited, and their courage suddenly became stronger.

"Put the spear flat, push, thrust!" Liu Hong's voice trembled with excitement, becoming more and more like a young general.

Gu Qing, Zhang Huaiyu and others were surrounded in the middle. Seeing that Song Gensheng was safe for the time being, Li Twelve Niang couldn't help but scolded: "Crush through the gap and meet Song Gensheng!"

Everyone was shocked and subconsciously raised their swords to kill the dead soldiers.

In the center of the county government yard, people from both sides formed four groups, fighting in a melee, fighting for their lives.

Outside the county government office, the door was suddenly kicked open hard, and Feng Aweng limped in first, holding countless torches behind him, which instantly illuminated the courtyard as bright as day.

The two sides who were fighting were stunned. Gu Qing looked surprised. He didn't expect reinforcements to arrive in his desperate situation, and there were quite a few of them. Judging from the number of torches, Feng Aweng had brought at least two hundred people.

The torches illuminated everyone's faces, and Gu Qing discovered that those brought by Feng Aweng were all villagers from nearby villages. In addition to torches, they also had hoes, rakes, plowshares and other agricultural tools in their hands.

A villager stepped forward and sighed, saying: "If the thieves dare to touch our Song County Magistrate, first ask the farmers in Qingcheng County if they agree!"

Feng Aweng said in a deep voice: "Surround them all!"

The leading dead soldiers were shocked. They had the absolute upper hand and were about to complete the task assigned to them by King Ji, annihilate Gu Qing and others, and bring back Song Gensheng's head. Unexpectedly, they were only one step away from victory.

However, more than 200 farmers were killed, and the dead soldiers had only about 20 people left after fierce fighting, and most of them were exhausted and at the end of the war.

Martial arts is not that magical. People who practice martial arts are at best stronger than ordinary people, know some effective killing moves, and have faster reaction times than ordinary people.

However, when a martial arts practitioner fights ten ordinary people at the same time, he will basically lose or win. If ten people swarm forward, no matter how high his martial arts skills are, he will eventually be buried under the chaos of fists. There is no doubt about this.

Momentum is an intangible thing, obviously invisible and intangible, but it can be clearly sensed by people.

Including Gu Qing, after the villagers surrounded the dead soldiers, people clearly noticed that the momentum of the dead soldiers had plummeted. There was a deep sense of despair in the depression, their strength was exhausted, and their morale dropped to freezing point.

Feng Aweng was like a general giving orders, pointing at the dead soldiers and shouting: "A group of lawless thieves! Kill them!"

The villagers swung the farm tools in their hands and threw them at the dead soldiers. The dead soldiers raised their weapons to resist. However, the attacks came from all directions, and the weapons in their hands could not stop them. In an instant, ten people were killed.

Several dead soldiers fell, and those who were still alive were also attacked from both sides and struggling to hold on.

The leader of the dead soldiers shouted: "Wait a minute! Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated. It is a great shame and humiliation to die at the hands of a countryman!"

After saying this, the dead man glanced at Gu Qing resentfully, and suddenly raised the knife and wiped his neck. Blood spurted out from the wound on his neck. The dead man's body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground and expired.

The remaining dead soldiers had a look of despair in their eyes. After hesitating for a while, they also raised their knives and wiped their necks.

There was a pool of blood in the yard, and corpses on the ground. There were enemies, heroes and bodyguards.

A fierce life-and-death battle ended, and the outcome was unexpected by everyone.

It seems that there really is something called "God's will" in the dark. It is like a ruler, silently weighing the good and evil in the world. All good and evil will be rewarded.

Gu Qing, Zhang Huaiyu and others stared blankly at the corpses on the ground with dull expressions and empty eyes. After a long time, Gu Qing's legs weakened and he collapsed on the ground, losing the strength to even raise his hands.

Zhang Huaiyu held his arm and smiled at him. Then the laughter gradually became louder. Finally, the laughter suddenly stopped. Zhang Huaiyu buried his head in Gu Qing's arm and started to cry loudly.

Li Twelve Niang was almost like the living heroes, crying and laughing like crazy. After a long time, she vented her emotions and everyone gradually calmed down.

Song Gensheng staggered to the front of Gu Qing and others, bowed to Li Twelve Niang and the heroes, and cried: "I can't thank you enough for your kindness. The rest of Song's life is all given by you. All of you suffered heavy casualties, all because of me."

Now, those chivalrous men who passed away, Song is ashamed of them..."

Li Twelve Niang wiped her tears, looked first at the surrounding villagers, then at Song Gensheng, and sighed quietly: "Don't thank us. The person who really saved your life is yourself."

"You must have done a lot of good governance to benefit your neighbors when you became the county magistrate, so the people under your rule support you, so they will come to help you when you are in crisis. Every peck and every drink has cause and effect, and you have achieved enlightenment.

He will have God’s help.”

Song Gensheng sighed: "If I were a good official, so many of my subjects would not become refugees and flee to other places."

As he spoke, Song Gensheng bowed to the village chief and said, "Song Gensheng thanks all the fellow villagers for saving me in danger."

The villagers avoided his salute, and one villager bravely said loudly: "Song County Lord, whether you are a good official or not is not for others to say, but for the farmers and people under your rule!"

"That's right, I ran for more than ten miles in the middle of the night and risked being killed after arriving at the county government office. If you are not a good official, why would you be worth doing this?"

"The county magistrate has been in office for less than half a year, and he has carried out countless benevolent policies and good orders. The people of Qingcheng County are lucky to have a good official like Magistrate Song."

When Song Gensheng listened to the praises of the people, his tears flowed down unsatisfactoryly, and he hung his head and burst into tears.

Gu Qing sat paralyzed on the ground, still unable to muster any strength, and said weakly: "The roots, right and wrong, merits and demerits, the history books don't count, through the ages, the people who really record the history of Qing Dynasty are the villagers, they are the most fair

Witnesses."

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After the fierce battle was over, the task of cleaning up the battlefield was left to Feng Aweng.

Gu Qing used up the last bit of strength in his body, staggered to the corpses in the middle of the yard, squatted down and stared at the dead Chen Fufeng Luo Fei and the guards of the Zhang family and the Li family. Gu Qing looked mournful and stared for a long time.

"What is more painful than owing a debt of favor is to owe a debt of life..." Gu Qing shook his head sadly and sighed: "Uncle Chen, Brother Luo, and all of you brothers, please teach me how to repay your debts in your lifetime..."

Gu Qing also shed tears as he bowed his head and knelt in front of the corpses.

The pain in his heart was severe, more painful than the injuries he suffered. It was obviously a chance encounter, but at this moment, Gu Qing seemed to have lost many close relatives. The scenes of them generously dying still appeared in his mind, and their voices, faces, and smiles were still there.

Together they were imprinted deep into his heart.

"Feng Aweng..." Gu Qing said hoarsely.

Feng Aweng walked quickly to him.

"Please Feng Aweng gather the villagers to carry the bodies of these heroes and bodyguards back to Shiqiao Village. Please find a geomantic treasure land and bury them generously."

Feng Aweng agreed, looked at Gu Qing's pale face, and said with concern: "You go and have a rest first, leave everything here to the old man, don't worry while I handle the work."

Gu Qing nodded, glanced at Chen Fufeng and the others with nostalgia, and then stood up. His body staggered unconsciously. He really had no strength left, and his ribs were also seriously injured. Gu Qing was carried by the villagers in a hurry.

Return to the backyard of the county government office.

The door to the wing in the backyard opened, and Song Gensheng's father Song Gen and Xiu'er's mother and goddess walked out of the wing in panic. After meeting Gu Qing, they anxiously asked about Song Gensheng's situation.

When Zhang Huaiyu noticed that Song Gensheng got into trouble, he immediately took Song Gen, Xiu'er and his daughter to live in the county government office. When the two sides fought fiercely in the front yard tonight, Song Gen, Xiu'er and her daughter were arranged in the backyard and hid in a very small room.
Chapter completed!