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On the official road, a team of more than a hundred people was fully armed and rushed on the road against the sun.The carriage guarding in the middle opened the curtain, Young Master Jiang explained a few words to the guard driving the carriage safely, and then he heard the roar resounding through the mountains.

"The whole army stops and rests for half an hour!"

Under the guard of the team, the carriage was pulled to rest under the old tree on the side of the road.Mr. Jiang got out of the carriage, looked at the team that kept vigilant during the rest, and nodded to the guard next to him safely: "You trained the armored soldiers very well!"

"Thank you, son!"

Mr. Jiang looked around, seeing the rolling hills and complicated terrain, he couldn't help but ask, "Ping An, tell me, how sure are you of killing these bandits this time?"

Ping An puffed up his chest and said loudly, "I promise to die to complete the task!"

Mr. Jiang laughed, feeling a little helpless at Ping An's brains: "You can't die, the Jiang family still has a lot of things waiting for you to do."

"Obey... be careful, young master!" Ping An suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Young Master Jiang, and forcibly protected him in front of him. He spread his arms firmly against the carriage, protecting Young Master Jiang tightly.

"Enemy attack!"

When the incident happened suddenly, Young Master Jiang tried his best to keep calm and hold the dagger tightly in his arms, ready to bounce back at any time to fight back against the enemy.The soldiers over there had already exploded the pot, and the sound of sharp objects piercing the air was vaguely heard.When the soldiers came and built them a human wall, the first thing Jiang did after he was lifted up was to look at Ping An: "How is it? How is the injury?"

"I'm fine." Ping An was a little annoyed, he was careless just now.He didn't even check the tree, and he didn't react until the opponent made a move. What a dereliction of duty!

Young Master Jiang saw that he was not in any pain, so he was relieved.Pick up a short arrow with a deflated head from near your feet.

The short arrow is as long as half an arm and as thick as a little finger.The tip is sharpened, and the arrow body is polished and smooth, and it feels a little rough to the touch.Fortunately, Ping An's martial arts are outstanding, and his flesh is as hard as a stone after being stretched. If it were Mr. Jiang, he would not have died, but the pain of flesh and blood is inevitable.Mr. Jiang was a little uncertain: "It seems that they are not military arrows."

Ping An also took it over and took a closer look, affirming, "It looks like a homemade short arrow commonly used by hunters and bandits. It has a short range and good accuracy, and it is more lethal than military arrows at close range."

Soon the soldiers caught the sneak attacking assassin.He was just a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, his hands were tightly bound, his mouth was stuffed with a rag, and his legs were stiff under the pressure of the soldiers, but he refused to kneel down.Ping An stepped forward to ask questions, and the boy gave him a mouthful after getting rid of the rags.

Pingan turned his head to avoid the spittle, pinched the boy's neck unceremoniously with his hands, and directly removed his chin with ingenuity, and continued to torture him, Young Master Jiang stopped him: "Don't waste time, take him to Xishan to deal with them in public. "

Even so, Ping An still removed the boy's shoulder joints, tied them with ropes to the back of the carriage and hung them.When the team moved forward, the boy could only follow the carriage.There are dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him, and he is not afraid of the boy making trouble again.

Close to Xishan, the villagers in the mountain village saw the situation from a distance and did not come up to greet them, but huddled at the door of their respective houses and whispered.Only a middle-aged man helped another old man with a short beard to greet him, bowing again and again: "The head of the Wang family in Xishan Village, Li Zheng is paying his respects to the official!"

"Are you Li Zheng?" Ping An looked at the two of them up and down, and after confirming the identity of the short-bearded old man, he led them to the carriage: "Do you know this bandit?"

Mr. Jiang was already waiting behind the carriage.The young man had his joints removed and was hung behind the car and ran for a while. At this moment, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and he was paralyzed on the ground panting like a dead dog.

"Second Treasure? Why is it you?" The old man in Lizheng quickly recognized who the young man was, and the young man became excited when he looked up and saw the two of them.Kicking and beating, shouting and screaming.It's just that the chin was removed, and instead of words, the saliva flowed all over the chin.

"Report to this official..." Li Zheng bowed tremblingly.

"My young master's surname is Jiang, and he is the inspector of the Jiangnan Army." Ping An reported Mr. Jiang's family affairs, which made the eyes of the two of them straighten, and they didn't know where to put their hands.

Supervise and supervise the local military administration, and all the troops in the region obey orders.In an emergency, he has the right to mobilize [-] local elite soldiers to run rampant in the south of the Yangtze River.This young man has such a big background? !

"Reporting to Master Jun, this man's name is Erbao, he is not a bandit, and his family lives in the north of the village. He has been stubborn since he was a child, and became even more wild after being an orphan. For some reason, he offended Master Jun?"

"He attacked us halfway, what's going on?"

"Oh! Two years ago when the bandits in the village rebelled, when the soldiers suppressed the bandits, they conscripted his father but failed to come back alive. This kid went crazy. He bit off half of the soldier's ear and was almost beaten to death. .Later, I had two quarrels with the previous military master, who would have thought that he would cause a big disaster again today."

As soon as Lizheng finished speaking, the middle-aged man next to him was already furious. He rushed up and kicked the young man hard, cursing while beating him: "You bastard! Your parents are unhappy when you die, and you will bring trouble to the village! This It's the inspector general, and the county magistrate will salute when he sees it! You are blind and broke ground on Tai Sui's head, but you dragged our royal family to be buried with you! You..."

"Enough." Mr. Jiang stopped the middle-aged man, and said word by word: "As the supervisor of Jiangnan, he offended and assassinated him, and he has his own law to deal with him. I came here today to deal with important matters. Just clean up the little things in your house!"

Li was shaking his short beard and asked, "I don't know what big event you want to do?"

"Suppress bandits!"

Li Zheng's expression changed, he closed his mouth and stopped talking.The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "You two military masters, this is not a place to talk. Please come to my house to discuss in detail!"

"No need!" Ping An resolutely refused, pointing to the carriageway: "This place is very safe, and the soldiers will never dare to eavesdrop!"

Li Zheng still shook his head and remained silent.The middle-aged man took two steps forward, and said in a low voice: "The official doesn't know something. The previous few times the government suppressed the bandits, but every time they couldn't find anyone. When they were drinking water and sleeping, bandits came out to attack. The official The man got into trouble because he was unprepared. Once or twice is fine, it happens every time. I guess there must be spies of bandits in the village."

"Then do you know who the spy is?" Mr. Jiang asked following the voice of the middle-aged patriarch.

"My lord, if I knew who the spy was, I would have stripped him alive!" The middle-aged patriarch immediately cried out in agony, with tears streaming down his face: "Although Xisan Village is a bit remote, there are many black stones around! The whole village relies on Transporting black stones to make money. Ever since the bandits came, let alone black stones, their own cattle, sheep and women are gone. The villagers are miserable..."

Blackstone is coal.Mr. Jiang was impatient to listen to his complaints, and interrupted him: "Say something useful!"

The middle-aged patriarch quickly wiped away his tears: "The official might as well lead the snake out of the cave and stay in the village for the night. Be prepared at night, just wait for the bandits to come to the door, and then catch them all. If you ask who the spies are, it will be easy to solve our problems." O the misery of the mountain village!"

"That's it!" Mr. Jiang waved his hand, and said to Pingan, "I'm going to live in the village, don't disturb the people!"

"Yes!"

Xishan Binghuang

With the kind support of the middle-aged man, Mr. Jiang reluctantly stayed at his home for dinner.According to the middle-aged man, "To be able to receive such distinguished guests is the smoke from the ancestral graves of eight lifetimes."He also specially asked his family to prepare wild game and slaughtered poultry as entertainment.

The game is fragrant, and there are home-cooked farm dishes. The village eats early, the sunset is still there, and the table is full of dishes.Mr. Jiang specially called Erbao, the wild boy who was caught, and reset his joints but did not loosen them. He could only watch with an empty stomach.

Mr. Jiang rubbed his chin and suddenly felt a little pity: "Less down the good wine!"

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Jun. The last time I entertained Mr. Jun, I ran out of wine. Now I can only wrong Mr. Jun." The middle-aged man smiled and poured Pingan a bowl of chicken soup respectfully.Ping An first took the chicken soup and put it to his mouth, no matter whether it was hot or not, he poured his head up and poured it down.

The middle-aged man praised him again and again, and then gave Mr. Jiang a bowl.Mr. Jiang was blowing cooling air, and when he was about to drink, he suddenly looked at Lizheng: "By the way, Lizheng, how many people were there in the village before, how many people are there now?"

Li Zheng, who was waiting beside him, sighed: "The village originally had 58 households with more than 80 people. Now there are only eleven households with less than [-] people. The weeds on the graves outside the village are almost taller than people."

"These bandits are to be punished!" Mr. Jiang slapped the table.The middle-aged man hurriedly smoothed things over: "Master Jun calm down! With Master Jun here, I will definitely be able to wipe out those gangsters this time!"

"Hmm!" Mr. Jiang picked up the bowl again, and remembered something again: "Lizheng, you said there are less than 80 people in the village, how many can read?"

Lizheng shook his head: "Originally there were less than five fingers of people who could read and write. Now, besides the patriarch, I am the only one who can read a few words in the village."

"Then you can help me see what is written on it?" Mr. Jiang took out a note from his arms and handed it over.

Lizheng received it in his hand, stared at it twice, then looked at it twice, and suddenly sighed: "Since you know it, why should you throw yourself into the trap!"

Facing the puzzled eyes of the middle-aged patriarch, Ping An grinned and spit all the chicken soup he had just drank on the ground.There was a happy expression on the front, but the middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "What does this mean, sir?"

"Ri was telling him, what was written in the note?"

There are four sentences on the note, each sentence has a different font, and the words and sentences are also different.But the meaning of the expression is the same. The officers and soldiers have all been exposed to the drinking water of Xishan Village.

After the righteous thoughts were finished, Mr. Jiang poured the chicken soup in his hand all over the head and brain of the middle-aged patriarch: "Your chicken soup tastes good. It is worthy of the officers and soldiers who suppressed the bandits before. It was planted in your hands four times in a row! But I am not one of those people. Brainless idiot!"

The middle-aged patriarch didn't know that the matter had been revealed, so he