I broke my sleeves with the son

After Jiang Luoqing finished his meal, he went for a walk, walked along the prefect's wall, and walked to the place where the accident happened yesterday, but saw that the black dog's body had been disposed of there, and even the dog's blood on the ground had been disposed of. There are some faint traces left, which are not obvious.

Jiang Luoqing continued to walk forward, and stopped when he passed an alley. There was no movement in the alley. He stood there waiting for a while, and saw two black dogs with pricked ears cautiously poking their heads out from inside. Looking at it, the black wet nose moved, as if smelling something right, he walked out from the corner of the alley and ran to Jiang Luoqing's feet.

Jiang Luoqing took two steps back, and they tentatively moved forward.

Black dog, it is estimated that there will be no one in this city who is willing to give away some leftovers. Sooner or later, he will starve to death or be beaten to death by someone.

Jiang Luoqing looked at the two dogs, and stretched out his hands out of nowhere, and the two dogs took the initiative to move their heads towards them, which made people feel distressed.

Pursing his lower lip, sighed helplessly, and tapped the foreheads of the two dogs with his fingertips, he said softly, "It's because of me."

"There's no way."

Everyone was very curious about the fact that Jiang Zhongjiang brought two black lumps of coal when he came back after going out for a circle. Zhou Lu pulled the ear of the smaller dog with his hands, but was bitten back viciously by baring his teeth. Fortunately, his footwork was fast enough, so he stood lightly behind Sun Zi and let Sun Zi act as a shield for him. He touched his hand with lingering fear, and he brazenly praised: "The general has good eyesight, and he can bite!" My dog ​​doesn’t bark, look at this dog, it can bite, and it doesn’t bark, how nice it is.”

Look at what he said about the dog, he praised it so much that he felt against his will, and he was so angry that he stopped talking.

Jiang Luoqing waved to the dog that was staring at Sun Zi and Zhou Lu, and the dog walked back to him obediently, and he said: "These two dogs almost died yesterday, and they became fierce. You won't provoke people easily, and you also try not to be idle."

Everyone agreed, and suddenly two fireworks exploded in the sky. They went side by side, one exploded, and the other made a sound immediately after.

Jiang Luoqing looked at the sky, their reinforcements had arrived.

Not only did the reinforcements arrive, but they also arrived very arrogantly. First, they blocked all the gates that could go out in the city, and then they opened the gates. The people inside did not dare to open them, for fear that they would not survive if they were let in. At night, I pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Everyone was not angry if they didn't get a response. A white-faced scholarly man sat behind the town with a smile and sent people. A young man with a flamboyant expression held a long gun. He was eighteen or nineteen years old and led people to attack the city. His expression was slowly excitement.

Both of them were looking forward to this battle, and they were very interested in this traitor who could predict their ambush and bypass them accurately!

As a result, the gate of the city was broken open, and there was nothing inside as they thought.

There was no serious battle, no one came out to resist, only dozens of civilians strapped to their bodies with white porcelain pots filled with hot oil and threw fire at the soldiers who came in with fire in their hands.

But before rushing over, he was shot in the heart by an arrow from the white-faced scholar who came in from behind, and even took two steps back and fell to the ground. The torches were put away by soldiers in time and did not cause any fire.

The young Lang shot at these people who did not know how to live or die, and the scholar next to him was also shooting bows and arrows non-stop. The two of them seemed to be fighting, and they never paid attention to the people who rushed forward.

After a while, the ground was covered with corpses. The rest of the rebels holding torches watched the two young men kill their companions easily while talking and laughing. There was anger, but more fear.

How scary?Just like moths to a flame, no amount of people can shake those two monster-like young people, how terrifying.

No one tried to charge forward anymore, everyone started to retreat, someone's torch was hit and fell to the ground, the flames instantly climbed to the ground full of hot oil, and the flames wrapped around the clothes of these rebels, everyone screamed and wailed.

The spear boy led everyone back to a safe gathering, then he sneered and said to the white-faced scholar sitting next to him in the carriage: "Where did you find such a rebel? It's too weak."

The white-faced scholar took out the folding fan at his waist, and opened it with a swipe, only to see four big characters flying wildly on the dotted paper, "Heavenly Talents"!

He fanned the wind twice with his hand, frowned and returned to his smiling face, he sighed, and said in a sad tone: "It's too hot here, it's hot and noisy, it's really a pain."

The young man stabbed at the folding fan with his long spear, and the white-faced scholar put the fan away abruptly, and knocked on the long spear.

The young man curled his lips and took the spear back, and said unhappily: "Little white face, when did you throw away your embarrassing broken fan? I feel ashamed when I stand with you for a while."

The white-faced scholar was still smiling, but he said bluntly, "Your broken gun is not very good, why don't you throw it away? I'm afraid you are a white-brained child who has been lacking in intelligence since childhood, and I don't know what happened to your family. I can't bear to bring you up in this hopeless future. I guess I thought you were ashamed, so I didn't take you out, which caused you to have bad eyesight, and you can't see good things. Do you know that my fan can be changed? How many guns do you have?"

The young man still didn't believe it, he said: "How much can I change?! My gun is a machine gun made by a master! Only a few people in this world have it!"

The white-faced scholar sneered, and said: "So what, isn't there only one fan in the world? There is only one fan in the world. It is priceless! Of course it cannot be compared with your broken gun."

Young man: "..."

His face flushed with anger, and as soon as he raised his spear, he stabbed at the white-faced scholar.The white-faced scholar sneered, and before he had time to hide, a long sword flew from a distance and was nailed to the side of the carriage, just blocking the stabbing spear.

The young man and the white-faced scholar turned their heads together when they saw the spear, and their eyes lit up when they saw the people coming.

"Brother Jiang!"

"Brother Luoqing."

Jiang Luoqing brought two black dogs on one left and one on the right, like the two big guardians. He walked around the burning place, frowned and looked at the people struggling and howling in the fire, and the dead people, "These people what's going on."

The white-faced scholar had a look of pity and embarrassment. He glanced at Jiang Luoqing and sighed. Silence was louder than words. They were the same ones who were wronged.

The young man next to him didn't have as much thought as he did, and he mocked carelessly: "These idiots brought hot oil and torches and wanted to die with us, but they messed up their own way, no, it's all burnt."

Hearing this, Jiang Luoqing frowned and gave some away. He glanced at the young man holding a spear, "You don't want to change your temper, but you have to be humane, otherwise, no matter how much you do, it will be useless." .”

The young man didn't take it seriously, but listened to him obediently.

Jiang Luoqing's voice changed, "Why did you do it just now?"

The young man pursed his lips and said, "This poor scholar scolded my gun and my people." He looked up at Jiang Luoqing aggrievedly, wanting Jiang Luoqing to avenge him.

Jiang Luoqing glanced at the scholar next to him, but the other party smiled reluctantly, with the sadness of being wronged in his eyes, but said: "It's my fault too, you shouldn't say that your gun is not the best weapon in the world Yes. My fault."

Jiang Luoqing: "..." The head is big.