Having said that, the ministers of the Lancang Kingdom looked at the lark expectantly, and their greed and demand for benefits were undoubtedly exposed.

The lark looked at those insatiable faces, and wanted to ask at the moment, "Are you all - do you want face?" But he still didn't say this, just shook his head very tactfully, "No need, we don't need others to help, Vientiane City is already a mercenary." So you don't have any money if you want it, but if you cooperate well, you can still save your life. ”

The expectation on the face is only exchanged for saving life. Immediately, everyone was not happy.

What do you mean, we are the courtiers of the Lancang Kingdom, and we have a lot of power in our hands. Even if it doesn't look like a national teacher becoming the commander of Wenchen, he can't get five million taels of silver, but it's worth one million taels or hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. Now a big son doesn't give it, just saying that it can save our lives, really when we are muddy and can't do it, do we really think that we have no power when we unite?

The angry ministers were very ugly, and some of them not only showed their dissatisfaction on their faces, but also used them in practical actions, that is, they approached the lark sitting there step by step, and they wanted to seize this Mr. Messenger, and further said that they could hand it over to His Majesty for merit, and took a step back and said that they could arrest this person and trade with the mercenaries in exchange for a large sum of silver taels.

I had long expected that these courtiers would turn their faces at any time, and a cold and murderous aura flashed in the lark's eyes, and he raised his hand to shoot it. One of the courtiers who was at the front was shot at the moment, and a stream of blood splashed in his chest, and then the blood flowed more and more, and finally he lost his strength and fell to the ground with a thud.

Without warning, a gunshot rang out, but it frightened the courtiers who were moving forward. Instinctively, they stopped their march and looked at the lark and the black pistol in his hand with a stunned expression.

With their knowledge, it was naturally clear that it should be a musket. But it's the first time I've seen such a small one, especially the power of this musket seems to be not small, and a single shot on a person can be fatal.

Taking advantage of everyone's stunned moments, the lark had already spoken: "It's not that I'm going to deal with you, it's that you want to be unfavorable to this envoy, this is called self-defense and counterattack, you know?" Of course, I still have fifty rounds of ammunition for this pistol, and I have already killed one person, and I can kill forty-nine people, and whoever wants to die can come up and give it a try. ”

It's obviously a lie, the 77-style pistol only has a capacity of seven rounds, but the lark just opened his eyes and said nonsense, insisting that it had a capacity of 50 rounds, and he was not afraid of being exposed. Not for anything else, just because he understands people's psychology too well. Everyone is afraid of death and doesn't want to die, which makes his lie have no chance to be exposed.

Sure enough, when they heard that the pistol could fire fifty rounds at a time, the faces of these courtiers changed dramatically. Although this was a bit more than they knew, in their imagination, muskets were all reloaded after a shot, but looking at the confident look on the lark's face, no one really dared to try it.

It doesn't matter if no one tries it, there are always some people whose brains react very quickly. Usually such people don't rush to the front of everything. Therefore, in order to see if what the lark said was true, a clever courtier who was still thinking of controlling the other party said behind him: "Don't listen to his nonsense, how can there be such a powerful musket in the world, come, go together, and see how he wants to do it." ”

As he spoke, the man pushed hard at the waist of an unsuspecting colleague on the side, who was defenseless and rushed forward.

"Horn!"

Another gunshot rang out, and the man fell to the ground. He didn't go to see the lark sitting there, but looked back, wanting to see who pushed him just now, and he wanted to be the eighth generation ancestor of this person.

"Sure enough, it can be fired in bursts." Some of the courtiers were a little slow to react, not paying attention to how anyone could have the courage to test the gun, they just saw that the gun was indeed unloaded and fired a second shot.

"I don't believe he can really shoot as many as fifty shots." It was still the man who was talking, and then he pushed his hands hard against the other two ministers beside him.

"Horn!"

The sound of a series of gunshots, and the two of them fell to the ground, only a dozen meters away, and the lark shot without the process of aiming at all, and only needed to hit the target by feeling.

"Sure enough, it's a good gun. Hey! No, these two people seem to have been pushed out just now. In the end, the courtiers reacted, and finally felt that something was wrong. At that moment, they looked back one by one, and then one by one they made a defensive appearance against others.

has been pushed out of the three substitute ghosts, and no one dares to guarantee whether the next one will be themselves. For safety reasons, of course, the farther away from others, the better.

Four people had already died, and everyone had a clearer understanding of the musket in the lark's hand. No one dared to try it, so that there were no smart people trying to find a replacement for the dead ghosts, and the situation was at a stalemate at this moment.

"Haha, it's so lively." A burst of dense footsteps came into everyone's ears, and then a group of soldiers in military green camouflage uniforms poured into the National Teacher's Mansion in rows, and the person who led the speech was a young man who looked a little elegant.

With the entry of these soldiers, the Lancang soldiers who were originally responsible for the security of the National Teacher's Mansion retreated one by one with nervous faces. Naturally, they had already been notified that the mercenaries would come, but when they really faced it, a strong sense of pressure arose, and they had to retreat.

"Mercenaries?"

"Is he a loyal man?"

As soon as Leng Feng entered the compound, he naturally attracted everyone's attention, and then I don't know who shouted like this, and then everyone looked at the second battalion commander Chen Bo, who led the team, in surprise.

Because of the underdevelopment of information, few people in the Lancang Kingdom have seen Yang Chendong. Unfortunately, there are some people who are lucky enough to see it, but they can't come back, which makes him a legend. is young, and he was born as a scholar, which is the most intuitive impression of him.

Chen Bo is very young, and he has an elegant atmosphere, so it is no wonder that everyone has such an understanding and mistakes him for a loyal and courageous man of the Ming Dynasty.

Originally, when he heard someone shouting the name of the loyal and courageous father, Chen Bo also gave a jump, thinking that the sixth young master had come here first. But if you think about it carefully, it's impossible, there's no need to take risks at all, isn't it, seeing everyone's eyes collectively looking at themselves, he immediately smiled and said: "Everyone, this battalion commander Chen Bo, the loyal and courageous man is much younger than my heroic warrior." ”

"What? How can this be younger than you. Seeing that Chen Bo denied that he was a loyal and courageous prince, and said that the real loyal and courageous prince was actually younger, all the ministers in the courtyard were stunned.

In fact, Chen Bo did not lie, according to his real age, he was three years older than Yang Chendong. Of course, this was not the point at this time, he had already seen the lark in the crowd, and immediately showed a smile and greeted him from a distance, "Team Leader Yun." ”

The lark also saw Chen Bo when they were admitted to the hospital, and he had already stood up from his chair. "Political Commissar Chen, I want to congratulate you on your promotion again."

Chen Bo is no longer a battalion-level cadre, but has long been at the regimental level and has the actual position of political commissar. But for these ruthless people who are accustomed to going to the battlefield to kill the enemy, they seem to like to command the army and prefer to be with the front-line army, and from this point, Chen Bo prefers to be called the battalion commander rather than the political commissar.

But what kind of person is the lark, the backbone of the Security Bureau, I have heard of this person's name more than once from the mouth of the sixth young master. That's a person that the sixth young master values very much, and he is not from the military system, so he should naturally be polite. "Team Leader Yun said with a smile, my political commissar is just a name."

"Haha, that's Political Commissar Chen doesn't care about false names, and he is high-spirited." The lark laughed, originally worried that someone would take the risk, his pistol had already fired four bullets, and it could still fire three shots at most, although it would not take long to change the magazine, but who would say that there would be no surprises? Now that the mercenaries are here, it is still the strongest Leng Feng, and he can finally rest assured and leave the situation here to Leng Feng to deal with.

The two of them talked as if no one was around, and they didn't seem to take anyone else seriously. But the other Leng Feng was not idle, and stepped forward to arrest those Lancang ministers one by one, once they encountered the slightest resistance, they would add their fists and feet, and they would definitely not be polite.

If these people were Han officials, maybe Leng Feng would have divided the weight, but I'm sorry, there is no such property right if you are of different races.

Several people in a row were beaten because of their slower squatting movements, and the others also learned to behave, and one by one they were extremely cooperative, so that the situation was quickly controlled. "Team Leader Yun, you know more about the situation here, let's see how to deal with it."

"Okay." The lark nodded, not the slightest hint of politeness. Leng Feng is naturally fighting again, but when it comes to this insight into people's hearts and intelligence, it is far worse than their security bureau. It was as if he had in his hand a list of investigations, showing the amount of money of each of the arrested ministers.

Except for Long Qi and He Guang, the other officials were naturally not so lucky. If you don't work hard before the overall situation is decided, you want to hug your thick legs afterwards, I'm sorry, it's too late.

The lark had already obtained Yang Chendong's secret order, which was to confiscate the property of these Lancang ministers. Of course, he will not be soft at this moment, and in order to make things go more smoothly, he first set his eyes on Maude.

Not to mention, this Maude still has some strength, at least he didn't die in the fight just now, but he just suffered a knife wound. Seeing the mercenaries appear, he knew that the general trend was going, and took the initiative to clamp his tail and bow his head to blend in the crowd.