He stood on the deck, looked around in a daze for a while before he saw the manpower passing by.

He hurried over, stopped the person, and asked him where the people on the boat were resting.

Human Resources did not know his identity, but knew that his identity was different, so they pointed to the cabin below.

“The adults are all there.”

Shouren followed him and saw that they were all imperial guards, and immediately frowned.

He could not forget the way these people raised their butcher knives to face the unarmed people.

The imperial guards were dissatisfied with him when they saw him acting. Everyone had seen him debate with Han Anyun on stage. They were originally a little fond of this gentle and kind young man, but with his previous stop and righteousness, everyone's perception of him plummeted.

When I see him so unconcealedly disgusted, I feel even more disgusted.

"This is not the young man of the right prime minister. How could he be so arrogant that he has come to our territory? You can stay calm and feel your soles."

Someone in the crowd said sarcastically.

Shouren Xun's reputation was overwhelming, and he was a group of people, and he couldn't see who it was.

He felt angry.

Since he met these people, he has been ridiculed and ridiculed several times. Even if he has a good temper, he can't resist this.

But his cultivation was in his mind and he could not speak badly, so he could only leave with anger.

There was a burst of laughter behind him, which made Shouren even more angry.

He stepped onto the deck angrily, and made up his mind to blow the wind and get sick rather than to join those vulgar people.

A leader of the imperial guard passed by and saw him holding his hands behind his back, admiring the water in the wind, thinking about it and following the past.

"It's windy here, and if you are not careful, you will catch a cold."

"You little husband, please be more careful."

Shouren turned his head and saw that the man was looking over with concern, and he was immediately moved.

"Thank you," he bowed, his body shuddering uncontrollably.

The captain's brow moved, and when he saw his forcibly stopping his trembling body, he immediately realized.

"I still have an empty cabin, can you go there and take a break?"

Shouren pursed the corners of his lips and nodded slightly.

On the other hand, someone informed Yuan Baoer of Shouren and going to the cabin.

Yuan Baoer nodded, and gave a bad look, "Stay close to him."

Earlier, Yuan Baoer thought that this person was a talented person, but it was a pity that he was dragged down due to his family background.

Now it seems that this person is too pretentious and only takes what he thinks and what he wants to see as a basis. He is completely a fancy and useless.

Knowing how this person was, Yuan Baoer didn't want to contact him at all, but the other imperial guards were worried.

Although the imperial guards are not under the jurisdiction of the right minister, they are still one of the important officials of the court, and they can almost compete with the left minister and be comparable to Gu Sheng. For such a person, except for Yuan Baoer, who dares to really offend anyone else?

Yuan Baoer knew their concerns and could only tolerate taking a step back.

Fortunately, this person is not stupid, and she knows that if she doesn't get in front of Yuan Baoer, she can barely accept it.

The ships in the fleet were very well drafted and were slow to travel.

Yuan Baoer was worried about being ambushed and sent a small reconnaissance boat to patrol the surroundings from time to time.

So the public security here is good, and with their official flags, they have been doing quite smoothly.

However, good luck cannot always be there. On the canal that is about to cross the north and turn to the south, patrol ships find something strange.

They quickly turned the bow of the ship and tried to go back to report the news, but the bottom of the ship was drilled through, and even if they jumped, they were knocked out by the bandits.

Five miles away, the fleet where Yuan Baoer was still consciously moving.

As the lotus flowers swayed, the water bandits lurked silently with the cover of the wide lotus leaves.

On the deck, Shouren Zheng brewed poetry with passion.

The comfort of these days made him lose his previous anger, the joy of the journey and the beauty of the scenery made him feel poetic.

Just as he recited passionately, someone shouted that there was an enemy.

Before he could react, he saw that all the imperial guards took action.

Everyone stood in their own position in a very orderly manner, shooting arrows and patrolling the bottom of the bilge to prevent being chiseled through, and reconnaissance on the bow and stern of the boat to avoid being climbed.

These people were too quick to move, Shouren was a layman, and he felt at a loss and had no eyes.

The imperial guard captain passing by frowned and glared at him, and was about to speak, suddenly pounced on him.

Shouren passively fell to the side and saw a sharp arrow flying over him in horror.

The captain waited quietly for a while before turning over and opening up the distance, "Are you okay?"

Shouren shivered his lips and couldn't speak for a long time.

On the deck on the second floor, Yuan Baoer was already standing there.

She looked at the water coldly and ordered in a deep voice.

With her command, the actions of the imperial guards also became swift. On the mast on their heads, the messengers were also quickly passing flags, allowing the ships around to act.

In just five breaths, the situation will develop in a direction that is conducive to several directions.

Shouren saw the bandits floating on the water, and also saw how the imperial guards cooperated to help their comrades, assisted the manpower, and carried out the entire process of encirclement and suppression.

Shouren never thought that he could see with his own eyes how an outstanding general led the team.

The battle began very suddenly and ended very suddenly.

In Shouren's feeling, it seemed that after only a few moments, the battle came to an end.

After killing the last few water bandits who had no time to escape, Yuan Baoer ordered all the corpses of these people to be moved to the shore, and set up firewood around the corpses, poured tinder oil, and asked the imperial guards to search for the people around them, and let them declare with money and exchange their people for these corpses. Within three days, if there is no reply, the corpses will become coke.

When Shouren heard this, he immediately frowned.

"Sir, this really subverts human relations."

Yuan Baoer sneered, "I only know that they detained my people. They were alive and everything was easy to say. If they died, let alone the corpse, even their ancestors for eighteen generations, I would dig them out and drain them into bones."

This was really fierce, and Shouren was frightened.

Yuan Baoer snorted coldly and ordered: "Spend the money and I want to make sure the water bandits can hear it."

More than a dozen imperial guards took action immediately.

Yuan Baoer called all the imperial guards to go back to the cabin.

Half an hour later, several people came out with a calm face.

Shouren felt the cold treatment again, but he did not have the same emotions as before, because he felt that everyone here was like Yuan Baoer, hated the water bandits.

He absolutely believed that when it was really at its worst, Yuan Baoer said that they would definitely do it.

Shouren stood by the side of the ship, and he saw the scratches on the outside of the ship and had not spoken for a long time.

In a flash, the imperial guards were always busy, and there were people patrolling the corpses on the shore. After obtaining Yuan Baoer's consent, the manpower also went to the surrounding villages and towns, wanting to buy some things and take them home.

Soon, the third day arrived.

When the genius was dazzled, Shouren got up.

He stood by the side of the ship, looking at the corpse not far away.

The bodies of nearly two hundred people were left there for three days. Even if the weather was not hot at this time, it was not a good scene.

The imperial guards patrolled as usual, but their patrol range was a little larger.

The reason is nothing but because the pile of things smells too bad.

The sun rises up little by little, and sets little by little.

As dusk was about to come, the expected person still did not come.

The Imperial Army captain pinched the spot, took the torch and the re-watered tincture oil.

The captain stared at the sun and directed people to pour fuel. He just waited for the sun to completely set and then lit the fire.

The oil that can be used by officials must be excellent, not to mention that they have re-watered it. Such an amount of oil will be immediately affected by the fire, and it will not be saved even if it is saved. When it is burned, a little bit of ash can be left, which is good.

This is the real dust returning to dust returning to soil.

Although this is a bit uncomfortable for the imperial guards who are used to life and death, it is not unacceptable.

The horse-dressing corpse was originally the fate of these people in the ranks.

But this is absolutely unbearable for water bandits who are born into civilians or slaves and have not experienced special training.

Even if they take human life aside, it is the fate of others, and they cherish it very much for themselves.

At this time, those who are lying here are not only their companions, but also their relatives and friends but their lovers.

They couldn't watch it burned to ashes.
To be continued...