A farce ended, and everyone continued to walk the path. After passing by Quyang County, they could get off the official road.

"That man is so funny, he looks like a monkey!" Jia Daishan came to Huo Bao again and muttered in a low voice: "Aren't those white dogs rebels? How come they are more popular than the court?"

“…”

"Uncle Huo Wu can teach his children's weapons, so he will arrange outposts first when he walks. Have you been a military officer?... Why don't he teach others and don't teach you? Is your father also not like you?"

“…”

This broken mouth made Huo Bao's ear buzz like a fly spinning.

Huo Bao felt a little bored.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the White-Shirt Army won the hearts of the people among the people, and the local government treated the people like pigs and dogs, and the common people could not move forward. He wanted to inspire his father to find his uncle.

But it is too vague to make a living by making a living by making inferences in the previous life!

Even if the inference is reliable, how can anyone be the founding Duke? Military merits and titles are all about winning their lives, and he is reluctant to let his father take risks.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Help!"

The anxious and shrill call broke Huo Bao's random thoughts.

"Ding thudding thudding" Huo Bao jogged back from the front, his face pale.

"Uncle Fifth, on the official road ahead... there are bandits slaughtering a convoy..."

Huo Wu frowned and glanced at Jia Yuan from the corner of his eye.

Jia Yuan showed some doubts, but he didn't talk much.

Everyone in Nanshan Village was silent.

Accompanied by the sound of fighting and killing, screams rang one after another.

Everyone hid in the woods, watching the killing dozens of steps away.

A convoy of four or five mule carts and more than a dozen followers and guards have been hacked and killed.

There were also several maids and maids who were pulled out of the mule cart and had nowhere to hide, which caused several bandits to laugh and go forward to pull them. One of the maids was protecting a little girl and was killed by the bandits opposite.

"Uncle Huo?" Niu Dalang and the bandits had a grudge against killing their wives and relatives. Seeing these scenes reappear, hatred suddenly arises.

"These soldiers are abusive to killing people, you can't deal with them. Think about the little stool, don't be confused!" After saying this, Huo Wu looked at his son: "Go Xiaobao, leopard shoots arrows to attract people!"

The father and son looked at each other, Huo Bao nodded and rushed out.

Before the person arrived, a pot had been thrown out and smashed it hard on a bandit soldier who was about to kill someone, knocking the man to the ground.

He reacted with the first two bandits, rushing towards Huo Bao.

Huo Bao pulled out a purple gold mace and tried the first test in "The Nine Styles of Mace", which was the word-splitting technique, but it was the right one.

He was worried that Huo Bao did not take human life in front of outsiders. He avoided his head and could slash onto the shoulder blades, which was also the sound of broken bones of "gacha" and "kaga".

"ah!"

"Ao!"

Four or five people were abolished in a row, and the bandits became alert, threw away the others, and surrounded Huo Bao.

"Swoosh!swoosh!swoosh!" An arrow shot from twenty or thirty steps away.

The two bandit soldiers were shot at the grove with vicious eyes.

The figure is so silly that I can't see the number of people.

Without waiting for the bandits to split, Huo Bao has already started the second round.

The targets are all shoulder blades, and all those that meet are broken bones.

The bandits and soldiers danced around with the goose feather sword, and had no choice but to deal with Huo Bao.

There were cold arrows shot out from the woods. In a moment, the bandits' combat power was half lost, leaving only a dozen standing ones.

There was a bandit soldier who was dressed slightly differently, like the leader. He saw that Huo Bao did not kill him and rushed to the mule cart sideways.

Before he could get to the mule cart, Huo Bao had already thrown out a mace and knocked the man out.

The rest were shocked.

Before, everyone saw Huo Bao's "ugly stick" power, several steps away from him, but forgot that this thing could still be thrown.

"If you get a blow, you will just leave your life alone. You can choose it yourself!"

In full view of everyone, Huo Bao could not kill people, and he did not want to give up these murderers. He said with a tight face.

"Boy, do you dare to kill soldiers and rebel?"

Huo Bao did not respond, but slowly held the mace in front of his chest, looking at the bandits, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.

There are only a few people who have killed the humanoid monsters in front of me. If you kill these people in front of me, there is nothing you can't do.

At most, I won’t go to Jinling and go north to Bozhou to join the Baishan Army.

Such murderous appearance shocked the bandits and soldiers to take a few steps back and dare not provoke them any more.

There was a thin bandit soldier who was afraid that Huo Bao would change his mind and took the initiative to move forward two steps: "Don't kill me... I will choose a stick..."

"Bang!"

"ah!"

Instead of slashing the scapula like before, Huo Bao used the second snatch in "The Nine Styles of Mace" to injure the bandit soldier.

With the bandits ahead seriously injured, this arm injury seems to be nothing unacceptable.

The remaining nine people did not resist and were all beaten by Huo Bao.

"Get out with these beasts!"

No one dared to talk too much, helped the wounded soldiers on the ground up and rolled south.

Huo Bao looked at the backs of these bandits and felt a little regretful.

"Hulala", everyone who had originally covered the woods came over.

"Brother Huo, you are really... you are so amazing! You must be neither a human, either Pojun, or Qisha!" Jia Daishan rushed to Huo Bao, his eyes shining: "One stick, one, this moment, then, those bastards don't even have the power of backhand! No wonder the group of people ahead don't take action, how can you use a slaughter to kill pigs!"

Huo Bao was speechless and walked a few steps to the mule cart to pick up the mace on the ground.

When Jia Daishan saw this, he hurriedly said, "I'll help Brother Xiaobao take it!"

As he spoke, the person ran over, trying to pick up the mace but couldn't pick it up, and lifted it up with both hands.

Huo Bao reached out and took it casually, put it in the backpack behind him.

Jia Daishan was stunned.

The convoy's owner was not young, in his twenties, and was supported by a servant, half of his body was bloody. He came over and knelt down and choked.

"Boy Jinling Shicong, thank you for your kindness and great kindness!"

Seeing that his eyes were red, Huo Bao couldn't hide his sadness. He was afraid that his relatives would part with him, so he sighed in his heart and avoided him sideways.

"It's you guy?"

Jia Yuan took two steps and stepped forward to help others.

The man raised his head and glanced several times: "...but...but Brother Jia?"

"It's me, Huainan is in chaos. If you are not staying in Jinling, why are you going north?"

"Brother Jia, second brother Jia, my father...my father..." After saying a while, the man fainted.

"Mr. Jia Er, our second master was killed by those bandits..." The loyal servant next to him helped the person and reported crying.

It was a coincidence that the young man was Jia Yuan's cousin of his friend, who followed his father to Chuzhou to send his marriage. He didn't want to go to most of the time and encountered a sudden disaster.

In addition to Uncle Shi Er, there were about ten servants and servants, as well as four or five bandits and soldiers on the ground.

Jia Yuan was not good at making any decisions, so he could only start by calling Shi Cong.

"In this world, soldiers are more hateful than bandits!" Shi Cong was so sad and angry that he could not bear it, but he could do nothing about it.

If you kill a bandit, you can report it to the official, but if you kill a soldier, you have to be on guard against the official.

The bandits headed towards Jinling, where did Shi Cong dare to go home?

No matter who takes the sword first, Shi Cong killed his troops first, and returning to Jinling would not have caused a catastrophe to his family.

Shi Congruu entrusted Jia Yuan to send his dead father's remains back to Jinling, so that his dead father would be buried in peace.

The benefactor Huo Bao knew that he was going to join his relatives in Jinling, and Shi Cong was rewarded with a box of silver ingots and two land deeds.

Both the fields and the house are from Jinling, and most of them are the dowry of Miss Shi’s family.

"The great kindness of life is not something that a boy can't repay. He is just a matter of his own, and he will show his heart. If he survives by chance, he will come to seek gratitude and repay his kindness."

Huo Bao quickly shook his head and refused to accept it. Huo Wu was not polite and directly collected the silver and deeds on his son's behalf.

In the blue sky and the sun was sunny, although there was no killing, it was the attacker of the officers and soldiers. This was to hand over the handle to the Jia and Shi families.
To be continued...