The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 93: ：Page Huang Da
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If the weather changes quickly when spring comes in the desolate northwest, then Luoyi, which is in the Central Plains, is even more elusive. The sky had turned gray early in the morning, and the exposed land was also tinged with a sense of mourning. The gates of the majestic and majestic Luoyi City had not yet been opened, and only the city walls were still stubbornly shouting to the sky. As for whether anyone cares about whether it wins or loses, you can only ask the guards who stick to the city wall all day long, eating and waiting to die.
Huang Da, a soldier who has been paid as a soldier from his youth to his old age, has been pursuing one thing all his life, that is, eating dog meat with bad wine. Yesterday evening, a few people were lucky enough to catch a wild dog. They didn't have much money, or they had to rummage through their pockets, so they bought two kilograms of braised pork and had a delicious meal. It was quite enjoyable. In the end, His drinking capacity still needed to be improved, so he rarely got up early to open the city gate.
Derelict of duty, this word is written quite **** in the military law. A group of big bosses have only heard this word from Wen Zou Zou from Shangguan. No matter what it is called, according to their words It's Wan Scarzi, change your brain. As a veteran who has experienced war, Huang Da knows very well what military law is like. He has seen the implementation of military law with his own eyes. By the time he woke up naturally, it was already a quarter of an hour later than usual. This made him, who wanted to eat dog meat with his head in the future, shiver for a few times and break out in a cold sweat. He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to fasten his cotton-padded clothes, and stumbled towards the city gate.
The weather was a bit cold and it was not completely bright yet. Huang Da couldn't help praying that no one would come to the city so early. He struggled to lift his waist and put it aside. After using it, the closed city gate was pushed open a small gap. But the next moment, what he saw made him despair. There were more than a dozen bare figures standing neatly outside the city gate. If he looked carefully, who else could there be if they weren't the Shaolin monks?
Except for the old monk who led the chanting with lowered eyebrows, the rest of the monks were all dressed in Mingguang monk robes, wearing chasing cloud leggings, and carrying swords on their backs. A sinister aura rushed towards their faces, and everyone's expressions were as gloomy and terrifying as the weather today. Wherever there is compassion from a monk, he is just like a Vajra with angry eyes, drawing a sword to slay demons at the slightest disagreement.
Not waiting for the city gate to be fully opened, and not caring about Huang Da's timid expression of a fawning smile, the dozen or so people naturally lined up in two rows and remained silent like puppets as they followed the old monk. They walked towards the city in unison. The bright yellow monk's clothes were now like blood-soaked battle clothes, revealing a silent murderous intention. As for the sword without a scabbard, it shone with a cold light, carrying a murderous aura that made Huang Da's heart tremble.
What are these murderous monks doing in the city? This idea suddenly appeared in Huang Da's mind. As a city guard, Huang Da had the right to question the Jianghu people who carried weapons. But as a local, he understood better that in the land of Luoyi, these talents were the emperors of the land. Until now, his tongue was still stiff with fear, and he could not spit out even a single word. He was like a duck being pinched by the neck, making a silent and rough sound, like a broken bellows. As for the cross-examination, let it go to hell, he still wants to eat a few more meals of dog meat!
Just when Huang Da breathed a sigh of relief, the rumble of horse hooves sounded behind him, making him almost bite his tongue. He turned his head stiffly and realized that just when he was in a daze, he was wearing coarse linen and pockmarks. The big man, who was as big as a bear on the mountain, had already approached with more than a dozen tough men in the same costume, deliberately slowing down the speed of the prancing horse. The big man in the lead stared at him with bloodshot eyes and opened his mouth in shock. Huang Da looked like a giant beast emerging from the wilderness, and his eyes were like the light of a knife. Huang Da's eyes hurt when he stabbed him, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and shed sour tears.
The moment he closed his eyes, Huang Da's eyes caught something different, that is, there was one person among the dozen riders. The difference from the others was that the young man's face was thin and his eyes were cold and cold. There is no emotion, like an executioner coming from hell, holding a long knife and pointing at the sky. If that was also a knife, Huang Da didn't mean to underestimate the long dark strip.
Huang Da's legs were a little weak. He didn't know if it was the sequelae of drunkenness. Judging from his frog eyes, he felt that these people were more aggressive than the bald men who had just entered the city. It was impossible to say that these dozen people killed dozens of people without even blinking. Just when Huang Da thought that these people would march into the city like those King Kongs, he did not expect that the big man at the head would drive his horse closer and wait silently for Huang Da to rub his eyes. With fearful eyes in his eyes, he said: "You don't want to question us, where do we come from, right? What are you doing here?" Although his voice was hoarse, there was also a kind of intimidating toughness in his tone. spirit.
"Everyone... uncle, I don't want to know, please let me go." Huang Da, who came back to his senses, was frightened by the words of the giant man in front of him, and his mouth was trembling with fear. He explained cautiously.
The big man's ferocious face looked even more ferocious at the moment. In a voice that sounded like the roar of a tiger, he asked Huang Da, who was frightened: "You should be able to tell me what I want to know, right?" Huang Da nodded hurriedly, kowtowing like a bug, as if he felt a little bored, and then asked: "Has anything big happened in the city recently?"
Huang Da racked his brains and thought for a long time, but he didn't think of anything special. If Cui Er's drunken remarks yesterday include Widow Zhang's theft, this would be a big deal. It could be seen that the people in front of him were obviously not interested in hearing what he said about the widow, and they immediately shook their heads. Halfway through shaking his head, it seemed as if something sounded again. He nodded hurriedly and said hurriedly: "Something happened, it happened just now."
When Huang Da shook his head, the big man was a little disappointed. When Huang Da nodded and finished speaking, he said eagerly: "Oh? What is it?"
"Just in front of you, a dozen monks from Shaolin entered the city, all carrying weapons. It looked like they were looking for trouble, but I don't know who is so unlucky. You know..." See The big man spoke up, and Huang Da, who was worried about his life, poured out everything he saw and heard just like beans from a bamboo tube.
Unexpectedly, after hearing what Huang Da said, the faces of the big man and the thin young man in the cavalry team changed. After looking at each other, they ignored Huang Da's flattering smile and patted their horses and galloped towards the city. . The remaining dozen or so people followed them into the city, and disappeared at the end of the avenue in a gust of wind, as if they had never appeared.
After a full quarter of an hour, Huang Da shivered, tightened his loose robes, and looked behind him several times. After seeing no more killing gods entering the city, he muttered in fear: "Throughout" His ancestor's plan, it seems that this wine can no longer be drunk, otherwise..." No one knows what decision this frightened old soldier made in the morning light.