The sun is warm, Xiangzhou.

Chen Tai'an, the governor of Xiangzhou, discussed with the chief clerk in a side room of the yamen. Some plans for this year after the beginning of spring are generally not very busy with the current year. The two discussed for a while, started drinking tea, chatting about family matters, and laughed from time to time.

"…The harvest this year is slightly more effective than last year. After the term of the prefect is over, he may be promoted. He will rely more on the support of the prefect at that time."

Speaking of achievements, Chen Tai'an has been an official for many years and has not been proud of himself. He shook his head: "You can't say that. Now the court changes constantly. The northern Jurchens are tightly suppressed, and Cai Xiang is not having a good time. If you really want to be promoted, you will have to wait until the north is in the north and the dust will come to the ground. Recently, the warriors have shown signs of rising their heads. Even Xiangzhou City has many people wearing weapons. If this continues, it will be a test for public security. I will say a few words when I see the county magistrate tomorrow."

"…The prefect was thoughtful." The chief clerk next to him frowned, "But recently some things have been reported to several villages and towns in the west. Some people forced into the village to rob grain and injured several lives. The gathering below is a tendency to cause trouble, so Baozheng may be unable to suppress it."

"…. I can't help but let the county magistrate go over and take a look, and tell the villagers who died that they will first say that the New Year is over."

Chen Tai'an's tone was quite firm, so he was naturally complimenting. But I think the reason why Chen Tai'an said this is probably after this year, after the new magistrate came up, he stepped down and left. As for the bandits in the mountains, he would still give others a headache.

Not long after, a servant came to knock on the door, "Report to the mansion master, there are people coming outside, and the young people can't afford to offend them."

Chen Tai'an slapped the table with a palm, "Which Chinese New Year is the Chinese New Year, which big family doesn't want our mansion to have a good leisure time?"

"This, the young ones don't know, they are all very nice."

Immediately, the door opened and before he could enter the front hall, he ran into a burly man. Just for the first time, Chen Tai'an was so scared that he stepped back, "You are the palace of a state, you can come in at will."

A pair of Yin-Yang fish wrinkled, Zheng Biao stretched out his arms with a gloomy face and lifted the prefect up directly, "Let the Mansion Master!" Several officers next to him shouted with little confidence, holding a water and fire stick in their hands.

With a few bangs, several steel knives were unsheathed and quickly placed them on their necks. Zheng Biao held the prefect in front of him, staring at him with a copper bell-like eye socket, "Tell me the location of the nearby village, how many people are, and who is in charge, you must know. I have made them all for you and give you a New Year gift."

Chen Tai'an, who was still in a hang-up at first, was stunned for a while when he heard the other party's words.

"Really...really?"

"Nonsense" Zheng Biao let go of his arms and threw a token at the other party's feet.

"East... East... East Factory!"

Chen Tai'an picked up the token and looked carefully. He was so scared that he almost held his hands. He nodded repeatedly, "It must be true, Xiaguan will tell Shangguan what are the nearby counterfeit villages."

Then, he returned to the room and asked someone to prepare pens and ink. The room was quiet for a while, and only the rustling sound of writing was left. After a cup of tea, the paper filled with the specific address was delivered to the other party...

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An hour later, Chen Tai'an wiped his cold sweat before sending the group out of the yamen. Afterwards, without knowing that, in the pale snow, Zheng Biao and others took more than a thousand Jinyiwei who were waiting outside the city, with tattered fur coats, and cleared the mountain one by one until they found the person they were looking for.

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"How are you doing about the firearm? I have been busy before, and now I am free, and I want to see your achievements."

"…..The things that the Supervisor said are only thunder in the palm of his hand, but some are not that stable. A few of them were secretly tested in the suburbs before the New Year. Almost half of them would explode in advance for other reasons. After the lead was ignited, they turned into duds."

"It doesn't matter... Just try your best. I'll send some of the things I can use now to Guan Sheng and Qin Ming and others. Maybe they will use them after the beginning of spring."

"The Lord... what do you mean after the spring of next year, will the Jurchens go south?"

"Unsure, but you must not be careful..."

Since the death of the old man, Bai Ning has adjusted his attitude. On the first day of the New Year, when his subordinates and commanders came to visit, they summoned the Thousand Houses of the Sky, and Lingzhen alone. In this era, too precise firearms are obviously unreliable, and he is not an expert in this field. It is impossible to cover everything and construct future things in this era.

"Then Xiaguan try to choose some of them, which can be used, but the number may be much smaller. After all, it is the first time that Xiaguan has come into contact with this thing."

Ling Zhen carefully put down the teacup, and felt a little embarrassed at this time. When this kind of thing was spent, not only did he spend a lot of time and objects, but he even paid more than ten lives. While he was speaking, Cao Shaoqing's figure came over in the compartment, holding a roll of paper in his hand.

"The Lord, the news has come. Almost all the people who are looking for in Xiangzhou are gathered together, one hundred and seventy-two."

Bai Ning above glanced at Ling Zhen, waved his hand to let him retreat, and took the other party to bow and exit the inner room. He took the roll of paper, unfolded it, and glanced lightly.

"…Hongtang Ghost? The nickname is very loud...The second leader of Qinglin Mountain."

Cao Shaoqing bowed, "Probably yes, after receiving the letter from the governor, Zheng Biao directly pressed to Xiangzhou and took down all the bandits on the mountains and hills within two or three hundred miles around, so that they could hand over the people with red birthmarks on their faces. Regardless of age, birthmarks, or 172 people, this Hongtang ghost is the one with a name, his real name is Duan Chang, and the others are all small minions."

"…..Heartbreak?" Bai Ning threw the note aside, stood up with his hands behind his back, stepped on the note under his feet, took two steps, and waved his hand in the next second: "One hundred and seventy-two people... were killed, and the one named Duan Chang made him heartbreak."

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The sky was lit up and there were pigeons flying in the sky.

On the white foothills, the wind blows the snow on the branches. After crossing a hillside, in the valley below the view, the moment when the wings flap on one's palm, blood splashes not far away, and someone's body and head falls in the snow without moving.

"...Do you have a hard-mouthed voice or a hard-hearted sword... Thirteen years ago, who among you had been to Chenjia Village in the southeast of Xiangzhou?" The voice and blood echoed in the cold air.

The burly body stood on a large rock with hands in his arms. Behind him, all 172 bandits caught from various bandit camps knelt down here and tied their hands. Some of these people were older and some were younger. The only thing that was the same was that they had red birthmarks on their faces.

"Didn't answer such a simple question?" Zheng Biao slapped his teeth with his tongue and blinked fiercely.

An Jinyiwei stepped forward and slashed the figure next to the corpse that had just died. The figure struggled for a while, and before he could speak a moment, the knife slashed the neck, and the body fell down and twitched several times.

The tip of the knife moves, pointing to the next one.

Then, someone rushed out of the crowd, and a tender face struggled and raised in the snow, crying in fear: "...I'm only fifteen years old this year... Dear heroes... All grandpas... I'm only two years old in thirteen years, and it has nothing to do with the young one. Let me go... Please, uncles... The young one is also desperate because they are ugly, outsiders and family members dislike them. What happened thirteen years ago, the young one is really unaware of... Please, please, let me go."

The man knelt on the ground, his head kept knocking in the snow, and unknown liquid dripped from his crotch to the snow, bringing a light yellow and smelly smell.

"…..." Zheng Biao was silent.

After a while, Aozi showed him the note from the carrier pigeon. Zheng Biao nodded, and said to the fifteen-year-old bandit who was still kowtowing indifferently: "That's all your fault!"

Immediately, he waved his hand and said, "Drag the one named Duan Chang out and kill the rest."

More than a hundred people knelt on the ground suddenly became fierce, and their voices were surging, as if they were in a pot. It was certain that the order to slaughter such a slaughter caused resistance. Not everyone was so willing to be slaughtered like cattle and sheep.

"…Fuck, I don't know what Chenjia Village..."

"Please, I'm sixty, I'm just a cook for the village..."

"Big brother, don't kill me... I'm my own!"

Various sounds were ringing, but the sound of the steel knife entering the flesh was also coming out without hesitation, puff puff puff puff

A human head fell to the ground in sequence and rolled. The executioner stepped on the sticky blood snow, and blood sprayed on the snow from different broken necks in an orderly manner, dyeing the whole piece red.

He kept begging and shouting and cursing gradually decreased, until there was only a strong man with a ferocious face, a red birthmark on the corners of his eyes and chin was pressed down tightly, raised his face and stared at Zheng Biao with a fierce look, "... I killed me even if I have a good time... I have done a lot of robbery in my life. I can't remember anything even if I have been to Chenjia Village."

"Who I am?"

Bang!

The angrily shouted, Zheng Biao slapped him directly, calling him on the other side's right face. The clamoring strong man fell to his side, half of his face buried in the snow, and breathed a few breaths of cold air. Not far from his mouth, a few teeth were lying there with bloodshot.

"It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not, you're dead anyway."

Zheng Biao walked over and grabbed the other person's bun and lifted it up. He punched the man in the abdomen. A violent but life-desperate blow made Duan Chang's back arch. The severe colic made his forehead sweat densely, as if his intestines were knotted.

Zheng Biao, who was like a big bear, held the other person's hair to a height, and hissed with his other hand tore off the other person's fur coat, revealing his black-haired abdomen, and bounced his fingers on the other person's belly, showing a grim smile.

"I practiced evil skills back then and ate a lot of human liver. Now I haven't eaten it for a long time. I miss the taste a little." Zheng Biao's fingers fell into the other party's flesh without any obstacles.

"Ahhhhh, kill me! Fuck! It hurts so much!"

The blood flowed out along the fingers, and then the wound expanded, and the whole palm stretched in. He dragged it out, and a burst of colorful intestines flowed out, hanging from outside, and a thick smell of fishy smell emerged at this moment.

"The Lord of the Supervisor said, "Your name is Duan Chang, so you will be as your name."

As he said, his fingers clamped a piece of large intestine and suddenly collapsed. The intestine that was hanging outside fell to the ground. Duan Chang, who was lifted in the air, had not yet died, but he watched his organs sway in front of him.

"……Well…"

Duan Chang could no longer speak normally. He opened his mouth and a large amount of dark red blood flowed out. He stared at him in a daze, and then died.

Bang!

The body was thrown into the snow. Zheng Biao took the cloth handed over by someone else, wiped his hands, and said calmly: "Go back and report."

As night fell, among the mountains, green eyes came looking for blood, and crawling shadows pounced below, chewing, tearing the flesh and blood. Soon after, a wolf howl sounded in the foothills.

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After one month, go to Beijing.

The wolf king in the north was sick, so he summoned all the generals of the royal family...
Chapter completed!