In Lu Hanqiang's courtyard, facing the little fat man standing at the foot of the steps, Chen Liang and Zhao Xu, and the ten guards he brought, Lu Hanqiang nodded with satisfaction, these are all brothers who have crossed the grassland with him and resisted Jiannu, and now, he wants to take them to fight against the underworld.

"Put on your blood-stained armor, pick up your blood-stained swords, follow me, and fight against the enemy who wants to stop our advance, although this enemy is nothing but a rabble, although this enemy is just a group of cockroaches, but, as long as it is our enemy, we must not despise them, and we must not let them go."

"Kill all our enemies." Thirteen men roared together.

Now that there are no constraints, Lu Hanqiang no longer has to scruple about doing things, in order not to bring danger to his family, he has to think about everything he does, and the black people behind him will definitely not act in front of him, but now it is unnecessary, Lu Hanqiang absolutely firmly believes that as long as his family is in the Shuangbao of Linfen, Shanxi, even if it is a 100,000 regular army of the Ming Dynasty, it can definitely guarantee that it is safe and sound, what is a small gang of rivers and lakes afraid of?

Not only is he not afraid, but he also has to show his toughness in a high-profile manner, so that the capital and the whole Ming Dynasty can see again that Lu Hanqiang is definitely not an easy-going cat.

A tiger will always be a tiger.

The dilapidated gate of Lu Hanqiang's house suddenly opened, and under the watchful eyes of all the neighbors, a team, yes, a team of majestic and murderous steel tanks strode out of the gate.

What kind of men are these people, the steel helmet on their heads is shining, the plate armor on their bodies is brilliant, and the iron bones and steel knives in their hands are ghostly, and they are not bright, but a little dark red patch, that is not rust, it is the blood of the enemy, the blood of the pole, the blood of the grassland, and the blood of Jiannu, so who else will it be this time?

Thirteen strong men like iron steamed buns, under the leadership of Lu Hanqiang's tall and completely wrapped in metal, walked step by step to the Tianchan Temple in Dashilar South Hutong, where was the lair of the Yiqi Gang.

Lu Hanqiang, who has done the turtle flow to the fullest, marched on the street with thirteen iron men, and immediately attracted the curious eyes of countless people, and the common people did not know what this group of people was doing, and curiosity made them look at the Chinese as lively and not afraid of the fine character of chaos, and waved it to the fullest, and all people, including small merchants and peddlers, gave up their business work, ran with these fourteen iron men, and coaxed each other to falsely say the reasons they thought were right.

But when the flow of people followed the fourteen iron turtles to the vicinity of Tianchan Temple, the noisy people began to gradually become smaller, and the timid people in the crowd began to stop, and when they went further, even the bold ones began to stop, but they were still unwilling, just in the far away place of Tianchan Temple, stretching their necks to probe their brains and watching.

At this time, Lu Hanqiang's team of fourteen people was on the empty street, slowly, but firmly, walking towards the Tianchan Temple Square, and there were only ten trembling soldiers from the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Si Nancheng who were still following behind them.

Tianchan Temple, originally a Tibetan Buddhist temple in the south of Beijing, the square in front of the temple is vast, a few years ago here was already crowded and bustling when the sky was not bright, but since the righteous qi gang occupied this Zen temple as the headquarters, it has become a ghost in the world, even the sparrows dare not stay here.

Fourteen people walked to the closed gate of Tianchan Temple, and Lu Hanqiang turned his head to the leader of the soldiers who was following behind, and there was no blood.

The kid was trembling, but he also knew that Lu Hanqiang was powerful, so he had to take a few steps forward, swallow his saliva violently, and then lift the belt of his trousers and yelled at the gate of Tianchan Temple: "Uh-" As a result, his voice trembled, no different from crying. turned his head and looked at Lu Hanqiang pleadingly, but Lu Hanqiang looked at him expressionlessly.

So I had to muster up my confidence again and stop drinking again: "Oh, the bandits of the Righteous Qi Gang listen, you murderers and arsonists are criminals, the soldiers and horses of the five cities are coming to take people now, just arrest them obediently, if you resist arrest, there will be no mercy for killing." "This is the official word, and the routine is this.

After this guy finished shouting, he turned around and ran behind Lu Hanqiang and the others, drew his knife out, and didn't pull it out after a few clicks.

Lu Hanqiang didn't look back and said to a few of them: "Officials, you can hide aside, and the rest is our business." ”

When these officials heard about it, they ran out of the street corner as if they had been granted amnesty.

At this time, there were fourteen iron figures left in the huge square, like thirteen gods, shining in the sun, and the rest was dead silence, as if even the wind did not dare to make a sound.

Suddenly, the gate of Tianchan Temple rumbled open, as the gate opened, a burst of shouting and killing came from the temple, countless people with wooden sticks, knives and guns in their hands, shouted and rushed towards Lu Hanqiang and others, the number of people seemed to flood the square in an instant, drowning fourteen iron men.

"Kill-" Lu Han roared strongly, the big knife in his hand picked up, and he rushed towards him is splash is round, and the screams immediately rose to the sky, with just one knife, he cut off two splashy heads, one splashed arm, and the blood immediately flew away.

Lu Hanqiang's murder is a random knife technique, and everywhere he passes is screaming and screaming.

Gao Xu on the left is a muffled general, every time the iron bone swings out, a head is smashed, and he doesn't even give them a chance to scream.

Chen Liang on the right is a cruel type, where the two knives fly, what stomach and intestines immediately flow all over the ground, and the shock is definitely stronger than killing.

The little fat man who charged ahead was simply a rolling mill, and his double cone was even more invincible.

The ten guards behind him are simply mechanical, lined up in a row, and the wheel knives are all neatly aligned, and everywhere they go, there are harvesting machines.

They went on a killing spree and didn't defend themselves at all, because the gang didn't have the weapons to hurt them under the armor of the tin cans.

This is a massacre, a real massacre, like a row of huge machines, rolling towards Tianchan Temple in a sea of flesh and blood.

At the beginning, the gang members of the Righteous Qi Gang still rushed to their deaths by virtue of the large number of people and the ferocity that had been trained by bullying the people, but under the impact of more and more heads and corpses all over the ground, stomachs and intestines and flowing blood, the shouts became more and less, and finally, I don't know who suddenly screamed: "Ghost-" After dropping the weapon in his hand and running away with his head in his hands, the collapse appeared unstoppably, but in the blink of an eye, the menacing Righteous Qi Gang lost their gang rules and ran away without a trace.

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