Chapter 21 Justice (Part 1)
In this small village, farmhouses are adjacent to each other. In the fields around the village, there are still a few oxen that have not been brought back in time. This small village is bathed in the bright morning sun, peaceful and tranquil.
Not far away three miles away, a group of men, women, old and young were running frantically, but even so, they were still organized. They were the clan leaders or the elders of the village. This was the characteristic of ancient migration. Finally, the flames from the village rooms started to burn.
Looking at the flames, the fleeing people all showed despair on their faces.
"Oh, my house!" Suddenly, a woman couldn't help but wail, followed by the crying of many women, and even some old people shed tears.
"Ah, if our village is burned down, how will we live in the future?"
"The gods and Buddhas we worship are useless. The government requires us to pay taxes, work, and fight for them. We have endured all this. Now even bandits have come out one after another. There is no way to survive. We might as well die!"
"Yeah, if we don't run away, we might as well die!"
"What are you talking about? Is it enough to just complain? Do you want to die? Do you want your wife and children to die too? The house is burning, so let's just run away!"
"Where to escape to? There's no good way there!"
At this moment, in the direction of the village where the fire was burning, a cavalryman rode out of the village surrounded by fire and finally saw the fleeing villagers beside the river.
The cavalryman was overjoyed and turned around and went back.
"The robbers have gone back to report and are about to catch up with us. What should we do?"
"That's enough. We'll be overtaken by them if we run like this. We might as well make up our minds and resist the robbers. Even if we die, we die."
"No, we will definitely lose if we fight this group of bandits. Moreover we will have to let them kill everyone in our village! They will even dig out the babies in women's bellies! We better give in!"
"You surrendered? I surrendered last time, but what happened? Our women and children were all taken away, along with our last bit of food and clothes!"
"So what do you say?"
Even at this time, the villagers were arguing desperately, whether to fight or surrender. Finally, the village chief shouted, "Stop arguing. If you have weapons, take them out. Let them escape first. If they can't escape, then fight them."
The village chief was the elder of the tribe, and his words still had some effect. Although the hundreds of people were still making a lot of noise, they still followed the team. Some young and strong men were armed with sickles, sticks, and even two spears that they had obtained from somewhere.
Although the villagers were hurrying on their way, they could not walk fast because they were carrying women and children. Soon, several cavalrymen, apparently the leader, with more than 30 strong men, caught up with them.
Seeing that the robbers were all strong and holding shining long knives, the villagers were scared and their legs and feet were shaking. However, for the sake of their wives, children and parents, the young and strong people still stood outside, ready to resist.
"Oh, oh, the early winter wind is caressing the corners of my sleeves. Oh, the clothes on my body are already thin, and now What should I do?" On a tree, Zhang Xuanning watched the situation leisurely, humming a song, and was not ready to take action immediately.
When the world is in turmoil, anything can happen. If you encounter a large rebel army, you are still lucky. What you should be afraid of are those local powerful gangs who use the name of uprising to bully and plunder everywhere. These underworld forces are not only numerous, but also have no political goals and programs, so they are unscrupulous and have the power of life and death. The sins they commit are even more than those big forces.
The distance was a bit far, so I could see clearly, but I couldn't hear the sound clearly. Within a few minutes, the robbers rushed up and started hacking with long knives. For a while, the sound of fighting could be heard. The mothers and wives saw their sons and husbands being hacked by the knives, and they let out bursts of unbearable cries and cries.
"Well, after all, even rabbits will bite when they are cornered. The counterattack now is a bit beyond the expectations of the robbers, right?" Zhang Xuanning saw several young men being chopped to the ground, but there were also several robbers who were hit by sticks, harpoons, and sickles, and they were screaming on the ground.
When both sides saw the blood, their eyes turned red and the fight became much more brutal.
"One, two, three, four... yeah, eighteen, that's about it. If this continues, the villagers' last resistance will be completely wiped out."
Saving lives requires emergency treatment. Without the bloody price and the overwhelming fear, how can we highlight the boundless public morality of Mr. Zhang? How can we make them remember it deeply and never forget it for the rest of their lives?
At that moment, Zhang Xuan focused his eyes and meditated on the natural awe-inspiring and righteous temperament of the chivalrous knights. After a moment, he felt that with benevolence on the left and chivalry on the right, justice in his heart and the great way in his hands, a sacred sense of saving the world and the people arose in his heart.
Who else can save the world and help people except me ?
Those who really practice kung fu should know that this thought is real. If you think that you are just doing an average job, then your skills are not up to par and you have lost the state and intensity of nurturing your nature and energy!
In order to make others believe, you must believe it yourself first. This is an eternal truth.
He immediately jumped out and roared, "Hey, you robbers, you actually robbed and killed people in broad daylight. Your crimes are heinous and everyone has the right to kill you. If I don't kill you all today, how can I be worthy of the people of the world and show that I am righteous?"
The robbers were all stunned. Even though they were indeed robbers and had killed people like crazy, they rarely heard such pretentious accusations in their lifetime. They were all dumbfounded.
After waiting for a while, the leader of the thieves finally woke up. His expression suddenly turned extremely ferocious, and he shouted loudly: "Where did you come from, madman? Come out and show me what you are doing. Brothers, chop this rabbit for me."
The smile faded, Zhang Xuanning drew his sword and rushed forward. Two "ding-dong" sounds were heard, and a robber staggered and fell to the ground with a scream.
Wherever the long sword went, it was like the Yangtze River, filled with true energy. With every strike, robbers would be sent flying in response to the sword. Although his current internal strength was not very strong, it could still make the robbers vomit blood and retreat, or die tragically from the sword.
Although the bandit leader was not very skilled in martial arts, he was a brave and courageous man after all, otherwise he would not have been able to become the leader of a group of bandits. He shouted loudly, rode forward on his horse, and chopped down with his sword.
If it was a few days ago, Zhang Xuanning might have avoided it a little and then took the opportunity to counterattack. But at this moment, he shouted loudly, and the murderous intent in his heart was violently drawn out, and he fought back with a strong knife.
Just this one blow had the momentum of breaking through thousands of troops. The thief suddenly felt as if he was in an ice cellar and had difficulty breathing. Without having time to think, he used all his strength to increase the force of the blow.
The two knives collided with a "bang", and the thief's head fell to the ground. Zhang Xuanning stepped forward and kicked, and wherever his internal force reached, the sternum made a crackling sound and bent inward, obviously he would never give him a chance to live.
This series of actions required a lot of true energy, and it consumed the most true energy. Zhang Xuan Ning immediately realized that he was at the end of his strength. With an idea in his mind, he jumped onto the horse. The horse tried to resist, but Zhang Xuan Ning shouted and pressed his hand on the horse's head. The horse let out a sad neigh, and blood could be seen in its mouth and nose, but it dared not disobey him anymore.
He rode on his horse, using the horse's power to charge forward, catching up with the remaining bandits one by one, chopping them to the ground without mercy, but he did not chase after the thieves who had already taken a few steps ahead.
Even thieves can spread his reputation, and only with the remaining thieves can these people be more willing to follow him wholeheartedly, because they have no other choice. If he reads history, he will know that the most grateful people in the world are the people, and the most ungrateful people in the world are also the people!
Those with great power should be able to manipulate the people, change the situation, and pay attention to details. It is indeed so!
