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Li Xiangjun knew that she couldn't escape, so she simply stopped and took out a pair of scissors that she had been hiding from her sleeve. It was not clear why women always looked for scissors when committing suicide, but what Li Xiangjun took out was indeed a pair of scissors.
"Qin Lang, goodbye forever..." She looked towards the south reluctantly, then closed her eyes and resolutely stabbed her throat with the scissors in her hand.
"Miss..." Xing'er cried sadly, but before she could make any move, a water bag suddenly flew over and hit Li Xiangjun's hand, causing the scissors to fall out of her hand.
"Miss Xiangjun is so beautiful that it would be a waste of heaven's gift if she died like this, hahahaha... I have traveled far and wide, but I have never seen a beauty as beautiful as you who can make my whole body burn. Miss Xiangjun, just accept your fate and serve me well. If you want the stars in the sky, I will pluck them all for you."
Yan Mao rode over, his eyes never leaving Li Xiangjun's body. This beauty really made him infatuated at first sight. Her moist and fair skin was so delicate that it seemed breakable with the snap of a finger. Her petite and exquisite figure was like a jade sculpture that was so exquisitely crafted. She was beautiful and charming in every way.
Not to mention how wonderful it would be to hold such a beauty under your body, just her spring onion-like jade fingers, slightly upturned cherry lips, if she played a flute tune under the moon, it would be enough to make one feel ecstatic.
At this time, the sound of clanging horse hooves suddenly came from the east. It was not just one horse. Judging from Yan Mao's experience, there were at least hundreds of horses coming. He could not help but look east. The hundreds of soldiers and bandits who were chasing Manager Xu and others also stopped and looked to the east vigilantly.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred cavalrymen rushed out from the rolling yellow dust, and at the front was a woman in red. She was probably in her twenties, with a slender figure, firm breasts, a beautiful face and a heroic air. The red dress made her look like a burning flame.
The nearly one hundred riders following behind her were all dressed in ordinary people's clothes, but each of them exuded a fierce aura, with eagle-like eyes and wolf-like looks, and filled with murderous intent. In the middle, they were protecting two tightly covered carriages.
This group of people obviously did not expect to suddenly encounter such a situation here. Hundreds of soldiers were chasing a group of people who were fleeing. Judging from their clothes, this group of fleeing people did not look like bandits, but more like a large caravan. At this time, whether it was the soldiers or the merchants being hunted, most of them stopped and looked at the group of people led by the woman in red with different expressions.
The red-clothed woman's men couldn't help but slow down their horses, and looked at Yan Mao and his men with vigilant eyes and stern expressions. They probably didn't want to cause trouble, so although they slowed down their horses, they had no intention of stopping. Hundreds of eyes were staring at this side while slowly passing through the trucks that were scattered on the road. When there were trucks blocking the road, several big men immediately dismounted and pushed the trucks away.
The surroundings were unusually quiet, and a strange atmosphere was in the air. Both sides looked at each other, with vigilance in their eyes.
The woman in red mentioned above and Li Xiangjun have two completely different kinds of beauty. If Li Xiangjun is compared to water, then the woman in red is fire. If Li Xiangjun is compared to a lamb, then the woman in red is a fierce horse.
Yan Mao was a sex-hungry man, so naturally he was salivating over a beauty like the woman in red. However, his intuition told him that this group of people were not easy to mess with, so he stopped by the side of the road and just stared at them intently.
This scene was very strange. As the woman in red got closer and closer to Yan Mao, both sides became more and more cautious. Li Xiangjun also looked at the woman in red. While she was hesitating, Xing'er beside her suddenly shouted, "Help..."
Xing stopped shouting because a more bizarre scene appeared. As she shouted, a man with his hands and feet tied rolled down from the carriage protected by the red-dressed woman's men and shouted to Yan Mao, "Help, General, help! I am a craftsman from the Nanjing Military Equipment Bureau. These people are traitors. They kidnapped me and want to make firearms..."
Someone on both sides cried for help at the same time, breaking the original strange calm. When the woman in red saw that the hostage was exposed, she immediately took the initiative to attack. With a delicate shout, the horsewhip in her left hand flew towards Yan Mao's neck with a whistling sound. Her horsewhip was more than ten feet long, which was extremely rare.
Yan Mao bent down and swung his sword with all his might at the long whip. The woman in red seemed to have expected it. In a flash, she shook her wrist again, and the tip of the whip quickly reeled back like a spirit snake, and then popped out like lightning, hitting Yan Mao's left cheek with a "snap". Not only did a blood groove appear on Yan Mao's face, but his left eyeball was also popped out.
The force of this whip was so horrifying that Yan Mao let out a scream, covered his left eye, and rode away, shouting angrily, "Kill them, kill them, don't let any of them get away! Come on!"
"Ghost Three Tiao, take the carriage and go first, Xing Laoqi, follow me!" The woman in red gave the order while riding her horse to chase Yan Mao. There were a hundred people and horses behind her. Except for a dozen or so who were protecting the two carriages and galloping westward, the rest all followed her to kill her.
Although Yan Mao had more than 400 men, most of them were infantry, and they were in disarray when they were chasing the caravan just now. The woman in red was a cavalryman, and in this open area, their horses roared past and rushed like a tide.
The officers and soldiers who had just rushed up were chopped down by more than ten people in a blink of an eye, and they were so scared that they all turned around and ran for their lives. This is the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty! They are more brutal than bandits when encountering ordinary people, and they run faster than mad dogs when encountering strong enemies. With such soldiers, it would be unfair for the Ming Dynasty not to perish.
But this time it was difficult for them to escape even if they wanted to. Even if their two legs were broken, they could not outrun the other party's four legs. Screams rang out one after another. Shopkeeper Xu, who had escaped death, had his face splattered with blood, but he still couldn't help but cheer secretly.
One of Yan Mao's eyes was blind and bleeding profusely, and his soldiers had already fled. How could he have the courage to turn around and fight the woman in red? He just whipped his horse and ran for his life.
How could the red-clothed woman let her leader go? She galloped on her horse and chased after him from behind. The long whip flew out like a spirit snake again, wrapped around Yan Mao's neck and dragged him off the horse. "Go!" She rode non-stop and dragged Yan Mao behind her horse like a dead dog.
Yan Mao's neck was strangled and he couldn't even utter a scream. His tongue stuck out and his eyeballs bulged out. His body was quickly dragged into a bloody mess, a horrible sight. Finally, his head hit a protruding stone on the ground. With a "crack", his neck broke and his entire head twisted to the side at a strange angle.
"Sister Hong, the things in this car are all good stuff and valuable."
Hearing the shouts of her men, the woman in red threw down Yan Mao's body, rode back on horseback and shouted, "We have a mission this time, and our identities have been exposed. We can't take anything with us. Let's go!"
The woman in red left as soon as she said she would, ignoring the goods on the road. Nearly a hundred of her strong men also jumped on their horses and whipped their horses, ready to gallop away.
Li Xiangjun looked at the scene in front of her and felt like she was in a dream. Everything happened so fast and so suddenly that it seemed a little unreal. Only the red-dressed woman's heroic figure, like a burning flame, was deeply imprinted in Li Xiangjun's heart. She couldn't help but shout to the red-dressed woman, "Sister, please stay."
The woman in red looked back and saw a petite girl standing on the side of the road. Her skirt was fluttering in the wind. She was so beautiful that I felt pity for her.
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After a mud battle, Qin Mu won a great victory. Ma Yongzhen fled back to Nanshe Mountain with dozens of people, and most of the remaining hundreds were captured, including Ma Liuliang and other Ma Yongzhen's trusted men.
After the war, Qin Mu kept his promise and counted the heads of people on the spot and gave rewards, including those captured alive. He distributed all the silver in several carts, and the three thousand militiamen cheered and jumped for joy.
When returning to the city, Qin Mu rode side by side with Meng Ke, and said generously: "General Meng Tian! The first credit for this battle must go to you. Don't worry, after we return to the city, you will have plenty of chicken butts!"
Meng Ke didn't die on the battlefield, but he was almost choked to death by his shout: "General Meng Tian, stop humiliating me and stop flattering yourself!"
"Meng Ke, Meng Tian, it's just a name. Anyway, I'll give you enough chicken butts." Qin Mu laughed, then said seriously: "To be honest, my Ming Dynasty is in chaos now. I really hope that you can become another Meng Tian, and one day lead my Han men to cleanse the desert and rebuild the backbone of my Han family. Remember, I don't want you to build the Great Wall when the time comes. What I want is that all the places where the sun and the moon shine, and the mountains and rivers reach, will be my Han family's subjects! Go!"
Looking at Qin Mu's back as he rode away on his horse in the wind and rain, Meng Ke's eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly looked up at the sky and let the raindrops hit his face.
The sky had already darkened, but the east gate of Ganzhou City was as bright as day. Countless people were standing under the eaves with torches and lanterns. Some even stood in the rain without umbrellas, lining the streets to welcome the 3,000 warriors returning triumphantly.
The heavy rain could not extinguish people's enthusiasm; their cheers went straight to the sky, drowning out the sound of the wind and thunder.
The people in the city have been oppressed for too long. Although they are living in troubled times, under Yang Tinglin's meticulous governance, the people in the city have lived a pretty good life in recent years. If they could live a stable life, who would be willing to be displaced
At the beginning of this month, the rebels suddenly attacked, and the soldiers of Ganzhou Guards were defeated again and again. They had almost no soldiers left to fight. Seeing that Ganzhou City was about to be lost and their stable life was about to be shattered, the people in the city might become refugees at any time and starve to death on the roadside. They could not help but feel anxious and frightened three times a day.
Qin Mu's battle touched the hearts of all the people in the city. He led all the defenders out of the city. If they were defeated, Ganzhou City would be immediately lost. Therefore, everyone in the city had their hearts in their throats, anxiously waiting for the news of victory or defeat.
Now, amid the eager anticipation of thousands of people, Qin Mu finally defeated the rebels, just like smashing the huge rock hanging over people's heads, making the people in the city feel like they had escaped death.
So no matter how strong the wind and rain were, people flocked to the East Gate and welcomed this victorious army that saved the people from disaster with cheers like a tsunami.
Yang Tinglin, accompanied by Ganzhou Tongzhi Chen Shaoping, Judge Gao Dingfang and other officials, walked to greet them. Yang Tinglin's face was wet, perhaps from rain or tears.
In front of thousands of people, he said excitedly: "Sir Qin is the savior of Ganzhou. I am the governor of Ganzhou. Please lead the horse for Sir Qin."
Qin Mu hurriedly dismounted and replied with a bow, "Governor Yang is wrong. If it weren't for the good governance of Governor Yang and the other gentlemen, how could Ganzhou have prospered in the past few years? If it weren't for the strong support and decisiveness of Governor Yang and the other gentlemen, how could we have won today? To be honest, it was Governor Yang and the other gentlemen who saved Ganzhou!"
Qin Mu spoke sincerely, trying his best to push the credit to the officials of Ganzhou. Chen Shaoping, Gao Dingfang and others were very pleased to hear this. Good! Good! Good! This young man is not bad! He has a future, a future!
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