Chapter 771 Ambush and Counter-Ambush

They were alert and rarely talked or laughed. They did not buy food at the post station. They would leave as soon as their horses quenched their thirst.

He Lingchuan punched the table, making the pots and plates clang and clatter: "Put it down, you fatherless and uneducated bastard!"

The bearded man narrowed his eyes and put down his legs, then stood up and said grimly: "Say it again?"

The noise here was so loud that it was heard in the post station. Several patrol guards from Yuheng City followed the sound and came over: "What's going on here?"

The dark and thin young man hurried over to smooth things over: "It's hot and irritable, calm down! These skewers are on my table. There are no empty tables by the pool, so please forgive me, guests."

He Lingchuan chuckled and pointed at the sturdy man opposite him: "I report that this guy is a Longchuan pirate!"

A circle of people stood up at the tables around him, and the sturdy man's face changed drastically: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"A few days ago, I saw him killing people in Hunlonggang with my own eyes!"

The patrol heard it and looked at the sturdy man: "Put your hands on the table and spread your legs!"

Look at this fat face, search him first.

The sturdy man slowly put his hands on the table, and suddenly a chair fell not far away.

The patrol turned around when he heard the sound, and the strong man took out a dagger from his waist with his other hand, and took the opportunity to slash the patrol's neck!

This move was fierce and fast, and he also shouted at the same time: "Attack!"

A dozen people by the pool and nearly a hundred people in the post station drew their weapons at the same time and rushed towards the patrol and merchants who were resting!

He Lingchuan was right in his report, they were indeed bandits.

There were only thirty patrols, but there were more than a hundred bandits.

The dagger of the strong man leader failed to cut the patrol's throat, because the dark and thin young man who had been smiling and playing the peacemaker suddenly raised a pot and splashed it at him!

This was obviously a pot of bayberry wine, but what was splashed out was boiling oil that was burning and smoking!

He was standing opposite the strong man, and it seemed as if the strong man had come to the door himself. The latter was quick-witted and quick-handed. He saw the yellow liquid splashing out of his peripheral vision, and instinctively shrank back, and the protective aura was opened, so the hot oil could not be poured in.

But the bandits who came to support from the rear were in bad luck. They were splashed with hot oil and immediately fell to the ground screaming.

The patrolmen raised their weapons, fearless, and shouted loudly while defending against the enemy: "Kill the bandits, kill the thieves! Idle people, give way!"

Another group of guests stood up by the lotus pond. They looked like grooms, merchants, and coolies, but they took out swords from nowhere and fought with the bandits.

Are these martial artists? No, they are well-trained soldiers! The strong man knew it was not good at first glance, and immediately shouted: "Retreat, boys, retreat!"

This is a trap, they are ambushed!

His cultivation is very good. He forced three patrolmen to retreat with two moves, and swung the table to smash the dark and thin brother. Just when he wanted to fight his way out with bravery, he felt a gust of wind behind his head.

The strong man did not dare to be careless and ducked to avoid.

A sleeve arrow flew past from above with a whizzing sound. If he didn't dodge, the back of his head would be pierced.

At this angle... the strong man was furious. It was the bastard who had just competed with him for the seat!

How vicious.

He was about to draw his sword, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of his thigh, and then there was a "crack".

The strong man screamed in pain, and when he looked down, he found that his leg bone was broken!

The white bone poked out of the thigh, and blood oozed out. If it were an ordinary person, he might faint on the spot.

The young man behind him slowly retracted his legs.

He kicked the strong man's thigh and broke it.

The strong man was disabled but determined. He tried his best to swing the sword back, but his movements were not flexible. He Lingchuan easily dodged it, and there was another crack in a few seconds, breaking his left leg.

The man couldn't stand still, so he rolled over on the ground and shouted, "Don't worry about me, retreat, retreat quickly!"

The patrol guards rushed over, tied him up and stuffed his mouth with a rag.

He Lingchuan killed two bandits with a knife, as neatly as mowing grass in the field, with blood splashing on his cheeks, making his face look even more ferocious.

A nearby bandit was scared and ran away. He Lingchuan casually threw out the Fusheng Knife, and with a "bang", it pierced through his back and nailed him to the wall!

While wiping the blood off his face, Commander He ordered, "Take the credit for the leader, don't let anyone go!"

"Yes!" The patrol guards around responded in unison.

The strong man stared at He Lingchuan, his eyes almost popped out.

This guy, this guy is the leader?

The officers and soldiers didn't want to kill anyone alive, and the bandits fled in all directions when they heard it.

The whole battle lasted more than two quarters of an hour.

The patrol guards spent more time chasing people than killing people.

By the time everyone returned and reported their results, the scene of the fight at Qinglang Post Station had been basically cleaned up.

He Lingchuan killed six people by himself, leaving no one alive.

When he walked to the side of the strong man, the last drop of blood on the blade had just flowed out.

The dark and thin young man took the rag out of the strong man's mouth, and He Lingchuan raised his leg and put his foot on the bench next to the strong man's head: "Brother Hao, hello."

The strong man gritted his teeth and stared at him without saying a word, with cold sweat on his forehead, and it hurt.

"Why, you don't dare to admit it?"

The skinny young man kicked the burly man, who groaned in pain: "I won't change my surname, I'm Chen Hao! How do you know me!"

"This is all thanks to the leader Xu of the Qiuhua Gang, their information is really accurate!" He Lingchuan said with a smile, "Even who led the team and how many people robbed the Qinglang Post Station, they calculated it clearly for me."

Chen Hao swallowed his saliva: "The Xu surname will definitely die, and so will you!"

"This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant prisoner." He Lingchuan sat down on the bench, "From your accent, you are not a local, right?"

He looked like he was chatting, and Chen Hao pursed his lips.

"Bejia?"

As soon as these two words came out, Chen Hao subconsciously looked up at him.

He Lingchuan continued: "I heard that you are Fu Shanlie's favorite general? Why did Fu Shanlie come to my land instead of staying in the comfortable Beijia Kingdom?"

Chen Hao's Adam's apple moved twice: "Did Xu tell you these?"

At this time, the patrol guards and plainclothes who went out to chase the enemy had returned to the team and presented all the heads they had captured; the water bandits lying on the ground groaning had no time to beg for mercy, and their heads were also cut off.

Yuheng City had long announced to the whole area that bandits who voluntarily surrendered would be treated leniently, and those who dared to be enemies with the Yuheng Army would be killed. The latter situation applies to the current situation. It is useless to beg for mercy after being broken legs and lying on the ground.

This combination of soft and hard tactics is one of the main reasons for the sharp decline in the number of Longchuan bandits.

The merchants and travelers in the post station watched the headless corpses on the ground and the blood flowing everywhere, their bodies trembled, but their faces were full of relief.

These evil spirits are in the same group with them. The more fierce and powerful the Yuheng City Army is, the more secure their businessmen will be.

Chen Hao watched helplessly, his face dark.

The Yuheng City Army's methods were really cruel. Except for him, no one was left alive!

"Report, 67 bandits were eliminated, 67 heads were seized, and 7 of them were wanted criminals!"

"Excellent." He Lingchuan asked Chen Hao, "Are there any of you Bejia people among these heads?"