The Second Volume of Water Margin

  "He's dead! The Fifth Young Master is also dead!"

  "They're all dead!"

  In the midst of the soldiers' chaotic shouting, Ximen Qing took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "The heroes of Liangshanbo are all here! Those who dare to come forward, don't retreat!"

  This loud shout brought the morale, which had already dropped to freezing point, almost to a negative value. The more than 200 soldiers of Zhenzhu City were all weak in their hands and feet, and the only thing they could think about was how to escape with their lives.

  Money? Women? I'm almost dead, and you're still talking about this stuff?

  What's the point of carrying a stick and a knife now? With several kilograms of things on our backs, running is so much harder!

  After a moment of chaos, Ximen Qing smiled as he saw that the majority of the soldiers from Zhenzhou had dropped their weapons and were fleeing for their lives, some even losing their shoes in the process. At this point, whoever ran the fastest would be able to survive.

  However, the soldiers of Zengtou City forgot one thing, that is, Ximen Qing's personal troops, who were waiting in array with all kinds of shining blades.

  "Kill!" Ximen Qing looked at the panicked Zengtou City soldiers in front of him and gave the order with a wave of his hand: "Form up, kill!"

  "Kill!" All the bodyguards responded with a hearty shout, forming two or three rows in a wedge shape behind Ximen Qing, slowly pushing forward!

  It's exhilarating to fight like this!

  The soldiers in Zengtouzhen faced this situation and made their own choices one after another.

  His head spinning with no way to turn back, he couldn't stop his feet and ran straight towards the steel blade.

  The smarter ones turned around and ran, but eight or nine out of ten collided with the soldiers behind them and fell to the ground, where they were trampled half to death by their own people.

  The smartest ones shout loudly in their mouths, but slow down their pace, letting those who can't turn their brains go ahead and die first, while they secretly slip away and wait for the right moment to speak.

  Liu Renzhong was in high spirits, brandishing his steel knife as he advanced, harvesting lives with the ease of chopping vegetables.

  Everyone is covered in blood, but most of it is the enemy's!

  Zengtou City has completely lost control of Fahua Temple!

  As for this, Zeng Kui was completely unaware, because he and seven or eight soldiers were in the backyard Fangzhang room, and they thought the shouting in front was just their own soldiers killing the bald donkeys, and had no idea that the 500 soldiers he brought with him had already been killed, even his own brother Zeng Sheng had also been beheaded.

  Zeng Kui is currently most concerned about the identity of Da Yuan and Shang.

  Facing Zeng Kui's repeated questioning, Da Yuan and the monk did not respond at all, but instead closed his eyes, with an attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

  Zeng Kui sneered: "This bald donkey is about to die and still refuses to tell the truth, doesn't he really fear death?"

  "The little monk has only one head, if you cut it off, you can't ask him anything." Dajun Monk thought he saw through everything and put on a tough guy attitude: "Anyway, I said it, isn't it just death? Why should I say it?"

  "Oh?" Zeng Kui nodded: "You this bald donkey also has some vision, but you'd better not forget, you still have a head I can chop off, after chopping it off you can still speak."

  Immediately afterwards, Da Yuan and Shang couldn't see anything, but felt that the vajra in his lower body had come into contact with something cold and hard.

  Zeng Kui, with a sly smile and a light touch of his steel knife, feigned surprise and said: "I didn't expect you, this bald donkey, to have grown such a big thing. However, since you've become a monk, you won't be using this head anymore. Why don't I just help you cut off this source of trouble?"

  He felt the chill of the steel knife, and Da Yuan monk, despite being naked, began to sweat. On this Vajra pestle, Da Yuan monk had not put in less thought, taking medicine and exercising, it was hard to get to today's appearance, Zeng Kui took out this threat, making Da Yuan monk somewhat unbearable.

  But the big monk still wanted to gamble and delay for some time: "Sin, sin! The little monk has escaped into the empty door, all four are empty, Zeng Kui, don't waste your heart."

  "Are all four empty?" Zeng Kui burst out laughing and said: "You, a bald donkey with a bare butt, weren't you just carrying a bald woman with a bare butt? Plus the two little bald donkeys killed by your own hands, I think it's 'all four are empty' indeed!"

  Zeng Kui's face sank after finishing speaking: "Do you think I really dare to move you?"

  Dah Yuan still wanted to search for a way out, and came up with two more clever phrases to stall for time. Zeng Kui had already sunk the steel knife in his hand downwards, followed by a swift turn and thrust!

  A huge golden pestle flew up and rolled on the ground for two circles, leaving bloodstains.

  "Ah, damn it all to hell!" Da Yuan shouted in agony, his entire body trembling like he'd been electrocuted, struggling so hard that the ropes binding him were on the verge of cutting into his flesh. The heart-wrenching cries made even the soldiers avert their eyes.

  "Bald donkey! You'll know what's fierce now, it's too late!" Zeng Kui shouted loudly.

  Dah Yuan was still trapped in the endless, piercing pain and didn't care what Zeng Kui was saying. His bald head was covered in sweat from the pain, making the soldiers at the door secretly sympathize with him.

  Zeng Kui squatted down, waving the bloody steel knife in front of Da Yuan's face: "Don't thank me, this time you're a real monk, won't break any rules. But next, is it your left leg or right leg? You tell me."

  "Zeng Kui, you dare to come true!" Da Yuan's voice was distorted as he kept inhaling cold air: "But the organization behind me is not something you can afford to provoke, my grudge will be avenged tenfold by someone sooner or later!"

  "Let me tell you a secret." Zeng Kui deliberately said in a low voice: "Behind me is the great Jin country, what's behind you?"

  Dah Yuan's teeth were clenched tightly, his furious eyes staring at Zeng Kui: "You killed me, you won't live past three months, do you believe it?"

  "Haha!" Zeng Kui laughed and stood up: "You've already called me to kill everyone at Fahua Temple, you're the last one. What makes you think others will put this account on my head? To be honest with you, Fahua Temple is about to become a stronghold of mine. And this account, we'll push it all to Liangshan Po, even if it's Lingzhou Prefecture Governor, he has to take responsibility, after all, Liangshan Po's men are just nearby."

  "So you say I won't live past three months? I don't believe it."

  As soon as Zeng Kui's voice fell, a lazy voice came from outside: "You don't believe me, I do, and you won't live past today."

  "Who is speaking nonsense?" Zeng Kui heard this and became furious, took his steel knife and turned around to look at the soldier at the door: "Who?"

  Those seven or eight soldiers looked at me and I looked at them, obviously the voice did not come from them.

  "Brother is here." That lazy voice came out again.

  This time, Zeng Kui heard that the voice came from behind the soldier and shouted loudly: "Don't pretend to be a ghost, come out!"

  The soldiers at the gate were shocked and turned their heads to see that in the courtyard, more than a dozen people stood in a row, all with bloodstains on their bodies and faces covered in blood.

  Zeng Kuihu walked out of the Fang Zhang room with a straight face, parted the soldiers, and also saw this scene. At the same time, the person standing in the middle with the least blood on his body had a hint of a shy smile, raised his hand: "Young Master Zeng of the Zeng family, I'm over here."

  The lazy voice suddenly confirmed that the person who had just spoken was the one who had been boasting, although he couldn't figure out where these more than ten people came from or what their identities were. Zeng Kui still asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

  "His surname is Ximen, his single name is Qing, and his alias is Chuixue." Ximen Qing revealed a mouthful of pearly white teeth: "But for someone like you who's about to get fired soon, knowing my name doesn't mean anything anyway."

  "What is a boxed meal? What is picking up a boxed meal?" Zeng Kui obviously didn't understand this slang used by the younger generation.

  "It doesn't matter if you don't understand." Ximen Qing laughed and said, "But there are some things that need to be told to Fourth Master, the soldiers outside have killed all of us, the Zeng family's city guards."

  "What!" Zeng Kui's face slightly changed color, looking at Ximen Qing with suspicion.

  "Oh, right, not just the soldiers." Ximen Qing smiled and pulled out a spear from behind him with a bloody head tied to it: "The Fifth Master was also taken down by us, his head is here."

  Fortunately, Zeng Sheng's head was tied to the top of the sentry pole, making it quite conspicuous. Otherwise, finding it again would have been a bit troublesome.

  Zeng Kui naturally recognized his brother's head, and seeing an arrow inserted in the front and back of the head made Zeng Kui's hand holding the knife tremble uncontrollably.

  Ximen Qing continued to add weight: "In fact, the people sent by Zengtou City have been killed by us. Now only you, Fourth Master, and these few soldiers are left."

  Zeng Kui couldn't believe his ears, but the bloody head of his brother was right in front of him, not something made up. Zeng Kui gritted his teeth and said: "What do you want?"

  "What can I do?" Ximen Qing smiled like a flower: "I want to borrow your head for a use."

  A person's head is on their shoulders, of course it can't be lent out casually. Zeng Kui naturally understood that lending one's head means to take one's own life.

  "Good fellow, you want my head, that's fine, at least let me know where you're from!" Zeng Kui seemed to be talking about his own head, but in a cold voice said: "I hope the good fellow can spare the lives of these soldiers under my command!"

  But Ximen Qing saw through his intentions at once: "At a time like this, you're still trying to win people over? Or are you thinking of letting these few soldiers fight to the death for you while you make your escape?"

  Ximen Qing's words caused the faces of those soldiers from Zhenzhou to change greatly, and their eyes all focused on Zhen Kui, obviously they all began to consider the possibility of this statement.

  To be honest, Zeng Kui's words still made these soldiers' hearts skip a beat.

  Zeng Kui did not answer Ximen Qing's question, but instead looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh: "A tiger fallen in Pingyang is bullied by dogs! You killed me today, but one day, the great Jin State will trample you Great Song, plunder all your wealth, kill all your men, and take your women as slaves!"

  "You've drawn a nose on your city wall, and now you have a big fat face!" Ximen Qing shouted: "Even if you were a tiger..."

  Ximen Qing pointed to Wu Song beside him: "This is a good fellow who can kill a tiger with his bare hands! Even if you are the real tiger, today your head will be chopped off!"

  "Aren't you going to ask where we're from? Let me tell you, we are all sons of Great Song!"