Zhao Xing stood coldly in front of the Yan Yan Censorate's Office, facing the five hundred Yan soldiers' swords and guns. He firmly believed that the group of people in the Yamen did not have the courage to truly rebel, nor did he have the courage to kill himself, the imperial envoy.

He was waiting and giving time to the group of officials. He believed that even if the group of officials was greedy, some of them should be somewhat rational and would eventually compromise with him.

As a result, Zhao Xing miscalculated again this time. He would never have thought about how bold and arbitrary these corrupt officials were, and how low their rational bottom line had been.

Just as he was waiting, footsteps began to rumbling around the distance. When he turned around, he looked at it. A group of people holding swords and guns were suppressing each other. They were all in a state of anger with the same hatred of the enemy and were slowly coming over, surrounding Zhao Xing's small team.

Seeing this formation, Zhao Xing's hair stood up. No, it was Zheng Hongdao who instigated Yan Ding to cause trouble. He wanted to use Yan Ding's hand to kill him.

Killing salt soldiers is called blocking the matter. Killing salt children is not enough, which is called arousing civil unrest. No matter how you explain it, you will be dead.

Facing the influx of armed salt dicks, Zhao Xing yelled decisively: "Break out the salt pants and rely on the yamen gate."

With his order, the Fifty Titan Cavalry roared and rushed directly towards the Yanshu. The Yanshu didn't expect that Zhao Xing and his men were really coming to fight them. Before he could react, the Fifty Titan Cavalry rushed into their formation and slashed and killed them without hesitation.

These fifty people were all the Yisuns of Mao Wenlong in Dongjiang Town. They were the elite among the elites, the fierce generals who were fearless and the dead soldiers who killed people without blinking. After letting go of the killing, the salt soldiers who were killed at that time screamed in tears.

Zhao Xing waved his sword. Although it was not invincible, he also tried his best to kill him. The salt soldiers became dead ghosts under his sword. Occasionally, there were swords and guns calling him, and most of them were blocked by their subordinates, or they were protected by soft armor inside.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill and shock Yan Ding." Zhao Xing made a loud order while personally trapped in the battle.

The fifty cavalry were even more powerful, and the salt soldiers were also trained, but how could this group of dead soldiers who had survived hundreds of battles and survived? In just a quarter of an hour, the five hundred salt soldiers were hard to resist. I don’t know who it was, so I let out a desperate cry: “Give up my life.” Then I dropped my weapon and ran out. This shout shattered the remaining salt soldiers’ resistance. Everyone screamed and scattered, leaving behind the wounded soldiers of the corpses of the salt soldiers.

Holding a bloody sword, Zhao Xing, covered in blood, looked coldly at the dark Yanding: "The Jinyiwei is responsible for the work, and the blocker will die." Then he strode up the tall steps of the Yanshi Censor's Office, and stood with a sword. More than 40 cavalrymen were protecting their faces with ferocious faces.

Although the battle just now was short, the battle situation was extremely tragic. Fifty to five hundred, nearly 200 salt soldiers were killed and killed, and only nine people were killed on their own side.

But this tragic battle that suddenly broke out and ended abruptly really played a deterrent role. Ninety thousand salt dicks who came over had never seen such a scene? Have you ever seen such a fight? Although they were trained by armed forces, they were still civilians, and they had never seen the people in the battle formation. The wounded corpses on the ground made them tremble in fear. Zhao Xing and others standing high on the steps were even more like killing gods, making them feel fear.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves, and the cavalry surrounding the yamen were divided into one and rushed over to reinforce. For a moment, the Jinyiwei became more powerful.

Under such circumstances, tens of thousands of salt dicks stopped and became trembling. For a moment, tens of thousands of salt dicks in the square became silent, leaving only the miserable screams of the injured salt soldiers. But it was these screams that were even more shocking.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Xing yelled: "Famous people, I am the imperial envoy, and the emperor sent me to handle the matter. You cannot be deceived and violate the law. If you hurt us, you are plotting rebellion and rebellion, which is a death sentence."

For the people, the emperor is a noble god, and the emperor's will must not be violated. For these people, if they are forced to do something, who dares to do it if they are forced to death?

The salt genin was shocked by the massacre, and was oppressed by the power of the officials and became hesitant and panic.

But at this moment, a Yan Village was standing up and shouting at Yan Ding: "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense. Our Censor has proved that the bullshit imperial envoy is fake, they are pretending to be Jinyiwei."

When everyone heard that Zhao Xing was the Jinyiwei, everyone was shaken again. The Jinyiwei was unforgivable by officials and literati, and it was known that everyone could frame the loyal and kind. However, Yan Ding, the Yan Ding, was a great person, so some people began to believe the man's words.

Another president stood up: "Brothers Yanding, the Censor will give you food, clothing, marriage and support your parents. Where can I find such a good official? How can we let the Jinyiwei bastard who eats people and does not spit out bones take away the good official who is so generous to us?"

After such anger, someone in the crowd loudly agreed: "Yes, the Censor treats us as much as a mountain. How can we let the dog officials take them away and frame them, and not let them take them away?"

The censor was serious about Yan Ding En, which was a good official they would never meet in their lifetimes. Of course, they could not be taken away by the Jinyiwei. Out of simple gratitude, Yan Ding began to become confused again and his emotions exploded again.

Zhao Xing shouted again: "Brothers Yanding, don't be deceived by them. They support your parents? Bullshit, let's see what this is?" Then he untied a burden from a Tiqi brother, opened it, took out one and another thing to show it in front of everyone: "Brothers Yanding, look, what this is? Does anyone know it?"

The square calmed down again. After a while, a salt dunk walked to the steps tremblingly, raised his head and said to Zhao Xing: "I look, this seems to be my father's cigarette pipe (the people of the Ming Dynasty have already started smoking). Can you let me take a closer look?"

What Zhao Xing wants is to delay time, and only by delaying time can Yan Ding's mood stabilize.

Zhao Xing handed the cigarette pipe on it, and the man took it and looked carefully: "It's my father's cigarette pipe. Where did the adults get it?"

Before Zhao Xing could answer, another salt dick came over: "Sir, the Buddha bag in your hand belongs to my mother. He always stays away from my mother's body. How can it be in your hands? "

Then several people came forward and claimed it.

Zhao Xing pointed to the Censor's Office behind him angrily: "They said that your parents are old and sent to the Peach Blossom Land in Qianfeng Mountain to support you, right?"

Everyone nodded: "Yes."

"But after you send it, will you see your relatives again?"

Everyone looked at me and I shook their heads together after seeing you: "Shangguan said we don't want us to disturb their cultivation and rest, so they are not allowed to go see them."

Zhao Xing laughed: "What an excuse, so a vicious heart. The relics of your parents in your hands were dug out from the valley behind the fake set by my official spy on Qianfeng Mountain."

"Dig, dig? What does it mean?"

"Because they were all killed and buried alive by the censor dog official. The salt dicks, there is no peach blossom land for retirement in Qianfeng Mountain, and there are only a crowded pit there."

After hearing such news, the salt diners were in a panic and did not believe it for a while, but Zhao Xing's evidence was conclusive, which forced them to believe it.

Just when everyone was confused, groups of salt soldiers ran in from outside the field. This time, there were a thousand people, and they turned their swords and guns at Zhao Xing and others, but at these salt dices.

And the salt penis yelled: "Don't listen to their evil words to deceive the public. It's time to repay the censor. Kill it and kill the dog official. Let's continue to live a good life. If you dare not go to the former, you will be killed without mercy." Then the leaders howled and took the lead in approaching Zhao Xing and the others.
Chapter completed!