The beggar emperor at the end of Ming Dynasty

After the black tiger was shot to death by Mrs. Li, the bandit who saw this scene nearby showed a trace of shock on his face.

After a while, the second general Qin Tie and Qin Feng led the army to kill, and the bandits instantly collapsed under the attack on both sides, and fled to the mountains on both sides.

It is like a tiger going down the mountain when you come, and a rabbit when you go!

The teenagers were all red eyes and wanted to go into the mountains to chase after them. With the support of the mother and daughter, Qin Yu shouted, "Don't chase!"

"Don't chase..."

After shouting for a while, the teenagers stopped and looked at the mess on the mountain road, waiting for the follow-up order from Chief Qin.

"Qin Feng leads people on guard, Qin Tie is responsible for treating the injured brother, and the others clean the battlefield."

After Qin Yu finished speaking, he leaned on the boulder and coughed while clutching his chest. From time to time, blood leaked out.

"Brother Xiaoyu, how are you doing?"

"Mother..."

Li Wan'er held Qin Yu's arm with tears in her eyes and said anxiously.

Mrs. Li quickly took out a handkerchief, wiped the corner of his mouth, and asked: "My son, where is the injury? Let the concubine take a look..."

Qin Yu didn't answer her, but instead roared at the teenagers who were still looking at him, "It's all fucking deaf. Didn't you hear Lao Tzu's order? A little injury, Lao Tzu can't die."

Seeing that the leader can still lose his temper, the teenagers let go of their holding hearts and hurried to live.

After all, anyone can die, but the leader can never die!

"Ahem..."

"The son..."

"Brother Xiaoyu..."

Perhaps the anger affected the injury and caused a violent cough, causing both mother and daughter to be worried.

"Madam, don't worry, it's just a bit of internal injury, and it will be better after some days!"

After panting, Qin Yu waved his hand.

He really doesn't worry much. In terms of internal injuries, Chinese medicine is still very good, so he would rather be beaten up and vomit blood and stay in bed for three months than being cut by a knife.

"Well, the son will bear it again. After finding a place to stay, the concubine will go to the doctor."

The mother and daughter were relieved, and Mrs. Li hurriedly said softly.

Not long after, Qin Tie ran over and reported: "The leader, 21 brothers were killed in the battle. Twelve of them were brothers who made iron. Forty-five people were injured. Except for five severely wounded, everything else was fine. ."

Originally, Qin Yu heard that 60 or 70 people were injured or killed, and he almost spewed out another mouthful of blood, but when he heard that later, he held back.

In other words, not counting the twelve apprentices, only nine died and five were seriously injured, which is completely acceptable to the troops that were hit by the ambush.

But thinking that his dignified leader of the rebel army had been ambushed by a group of bandits and almost lost his life, the anger in his heart couldn't stop.

He gritted his teeth and said: "This damn band of bandits dare to break their heads and pull their teeth from the tiger's mouth. When I find out their roots and feet, I must pick their skins, twitch their tendons, drink...cough cough... "

"My son, don't get angry anymore, it will aggravate the injury." Seeing him coughing up blood, Mrs. Li hurriedly persuaded.

Qin Yu gasped, and said, "There is also Qin Feng's horrible thing, I must..."

"leader…

"Here I caught a living, mother, and I want to hide in the grass, thinking that my brothers don't have eyes?"

Qin Yu only said halfway, and then heard Qin Feng's shouts. After a while, he saw Qin Feng limping along with two young men, holding a big man.

The blood flowed from the thigh of the man, and he was obviously stabbed. He didn't escape and wanted to hide in the grass.

"Kneel down!" Qin Feng drew a gun at the bend of the big man's leg. The latter snorted and fell to the ground with a plop, but his hand still pressed the wound.

"Lao Tzu asks one sentence, you answer one sentence, please make Lao Tzu satisfied, let you be a ghost."

Qin Yu was helped by the mother and daughter to stand up, and said to the big man: "Where are you bandits? What is the name of the master? How many people are there? Where is the cottage?"

"Humph!"

The big man tilted his head to the side and snorted softly.

Qin Yu just looked at him, and Qin Tie stepped forward and took his ears, raising the knife in his hand.

"what…"

Great Han suddenly screamed like a pig, and quickly covered his ears with his other hand.

Mrs. Li had already turned her head to one side, and she did not forget to cover her daughter's eyes.

"Do you want to ask me again?"

"I...I said, you...you want to spare my life!" The big man grinned.

This time Qin Yu didn't even wink, Qin Feng lay him on the ground with one foot, raised his gun to his other thigh, and slowly pierced in.

"what…

I said, I said...we are from Heifengzhai. There are more than three hundred brothers. The boss is called Heihu. You have killed them just now, and the cottage is in front..."

"Tietou, reward him with a big pie and put it down." Qin Yu didn't embarrass him either.

"Yes!"

"stand up!"

Qin Tie grabbed him as soon as he heard the words, then took out a pie from his arms and stuffed it in his hand, pushing him towards the forest.

The big man was not begging for mercy, but desperately stuffed the big pie into his mouth, obviously wanting to be a full-fledged ghost, hoping that he would be reborn in the next life without starving.

"Brother Xiaoyu..."

There was a touch of unbearableness in Li Wan'er's eyes, she shook his arm slightly, and when she was about to plead, Mrs. Li covered her small mouth.

If Mrs. Li begged for mercy, Qin Yu could not miss her face, but as a twelve-year-old girl, she quickly changed a kind face and explained:

"Sister Wan'er, he was stabbed in the leg by our spear, and sooner or later he would bleed and die. This is to reduce his pain."

"Oh, I see."

Li Wan'er nodded, her brother Xiaoyu's image in her mind became taller again.

Immediately after hurriedly cleaning the battlefield, Qin Yu took the young soldiers and rushed straight to the opponent's cottage.

The cottage was only ten miles away from the place where it was ambushed, and it was located halfway up the mountain, and Qin Yu was not verbose, and directly felled logs and built ladders, ready to attack the mountain.

The more than a hundred heroes who had just escaped back to the cottage were panicked when they saw the other party chasing them up, and they were still preparing to fight them to the end.

After a lot of noisy draws, one of them went down to negotiate, hoping to turn the fighting into jade and resolve this huge misunderstanding.

However, Qin Yu slashed him directly, then pointed the long knife at the gate of the village halfway up the mountain, and roared: "Kill in, after breaking the village, the chickens and dogs will not stay!"

"Kill!"

Qin Tie led thirty guards carrying a ladder to start, followed by a hundred young gunmen, shouting and rushing towards the mountainside, all bravely taking the lead.

The bandits have seen the ferocity of these little evil stars just now, and now they have heard that the chickens and dogs will not stay after breaking the village, and they have already scared the slightest heart.

In addition, the black tiger is dead, the dragons have no heads, and the teenagers have not put up the ladder on the wall of the village, and each of them wiped the soles of their feet and ran towards the back mountain trail.

Qin Tie took over the cottage with the strength of someone who could barely blow up the dust, and only caught a dozen slow-legged and six ragged women.

These two dozen people were still greedy and wanted to make some money when they left, and they were caught after a while.

(Congratulations to Brother Bai Yu for becoming the first deacon in this book, and one more chapter is added to express my gratitude! At the same time, thanks to all the book friends who support this book, the author will work harder.)