From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 7: Hard Attack and Conspiracy against the Prefect

There was no shortage of knowledgeable boxers among the elite soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles and were responsible for guarding this place, but at this moment they could not help but click their tongues.

In the martial arts world, there is a saying that one can only punch three times or less. Even a great boxer at the level of physical training can only unleash a killing move as ferociously as this three times before having to rest.

Therefore, when boxers fight, life or death is basically decided within a few moves.

Even if the chess players are well-matched and the generals are talented, it is impossible for them to fight for a hundred or eighty rounds without a clear winner, as in the stories in the vernacular novels.

If a fight can last for a cup of tea, it would be considered a classic battle example, enough for the veterans of the martial arts industry to talk about for decades.

But Xu Xing fought hard amidst swords, spears, and ambushes from all sides, killing his enemies with every step, without retreating or avoiding.

Another dozen breaths passed, and the fire that had illuminated the prison as bright as day had been extinguished by him by half.

Seeing this evil star so ferocious, the archers were terrified and drew their bows one after another. Their sharp arrows broke through the air and fell like a torrential rain.

Near Xu Xing's ears, several tendons were tense and trembling, and his skin and flesh were shaking.

The sounds of footsteps, the clanging of armor, the pulling of bowstrings, and even the creaking sound of the taut bow could all be heard.

Although there were many arrows, with his inhuman five senses, he could see that there were considerable gaps between each arrow, so he could easily capture them.

Xu Xing stepped on the Yuhuan Step, his body twirling, and the mixed iron stick flew up and down in his hand like a light reed.

His whole body seemed to be wrapped in a round, solid iron ball. Before the arrow got close to him, it was cut off by the iron rod and fell to the ground.

An ordinary boxer who can practice using a white nanmu stick to the point where water cannot penetrate it is considered a great expert in the art of spear and stick, and is qualified to be a coach in the army.

But Xu Xing didn't use a white nanmu stick, but a water-milled iron stick made of cast iron. What kind of terrifying power is this? !
The prisoners were so shocked that they could hardly speak.

They were all mentally prepared to fight to the death, to break even if they killed one, or two.

But I never thought that this handsome young man who seemed gentle and refined could be so brave with a stick in his hand, and he could scare away thousands of soldiers!

Qi Dazhu held a long spear and followed closely behind the team, acting as the rear guard.

The martial arts taught in Xianchao Hall are the authentic northern boxing style, with "hard stakes and iron horses" as its foundation.

After practicing for half a year, Qi Dazhu was able to hang a 20-jin bluestone block on his legs and stand on the plum blossom pile for half an hour without moving or shaking. His strength was concentrated in his heels and his power was transmitted to the soles of his toes. He had mastered the pile skill.

Afterwards, Xu Xing taught him a spear technique that sharpens fist strength, and a bear-shaped kung fu that nourishes the breath and strengthens internal strength.

This spear technique was inherited from Yue Daohai, a descendant of the Yue Family Army. The bear-shaped Kung Fu was a boxing technique that he exchanged with a fellow friend when he was traveling north on foot to hone his martial arts.

The Bear Form is a type of ancient pictographic boxing that focuses on training the physical body. It is most suitable for people like Qi Dazhu who are born with strong muscles and bones. Once you get started, you will make rapid progress.

Even though he had never fought a life-and-death battle with anyone before, Qi Dazhu's profound skills accumulated over time and honed over thousands of years still allowed him to take on the important task of covering the enemy's retreat as soon as he picked up a weapon.

Feeling the bloody smell in the air that seemed to be condensed into substance, and listening to the noisy sounds of fighting, Qi Dazhu's lips moved, and he felt that his understanding of boxing had reached a higher level.

It is one thing to cultivate strength through boxing, and another thing to actually fight. The improvement of a boxer is to reintegrate the experience of fighting into the changes of boxing and gain a deeper understanding of boxing.

Although Qi Dazhu always heard Xu Xing say that mountains of corpses and seas of blood and white bones are the places where martial artists practice, all the great boxing masters of all dynasties rose from the battlefields.

But this was the first time he experienced the truth of it personally.

If we develop the bear form in depth, there are also variations of the bear meridian and bird stretch. This method of hiding cleverness within clumsiness cannot be achieved by simply being tough and violent.

When Qi Dazhu practiced boxing in the past, he could never grasp the artistic conception that was as agile as a flying bird.

But now the fight was only a short while, and when he moved the gun, he naturally took on this "touch and go" charm.

A one-on-many military fight is not like a one-on-one duel between boxers. The goal is to unleash the greatest force in the shortest time possible and defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

Instead, you should conserve your energy and use every bit of your strength in the most appropriate place. If you can stab someone to death with the tip of the gun, never use the barrel of the gun to hit someone to death.

To attack the strong and destroy the weak, using both soft and hard tactics, was the method used by the ancient warriors to break through the enemy lines.

After understanding this, Qi Dazhu's understanding of "Bear Sutra and Bird Stretch" deepened. He felt that this barrier was like a piece of paper that could be torn at any time.

When the battle was at its most intense, Qi Dazhu exhaled and started to speak, his voice as deep as a bell, his iron horse took root under his feet, and the shadows of the gun in his hand were continuous, like a floodgate opening, surging endlessly.

After combining footwork, spearmanship and boxing techniques into one, Qi Dazhu was like a general charging into the battle alone, brave and invincible.

His spear skills were not as sophisticated as Xu Xing's, and although he was able to block all the arrows flying in the air, he was still inevitably hit by a few arrows.

But the sharp pain that followed was like kerosene, making Qi Dazhu's fighting spirit burn even more fiercely, and the spear in his hand stabbed out faster and more powerfully.

That kind of overwhelming and decisive aura is enough to scare others and make them feel terrified.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, protected this makeshift team and were about to carve out a way out of the heavy encirclement.

The garrison soldiers stationed at the Neisi Yamen were indeed elite troops who had fought their way out of the pile of dead bodies. Although they suffered heavy losses at the beginning, they still had the strength to fight back.

The flames gathered, and the scattered soldiers showed signs of reuniting. Qi Dazhu, who was left behind, was under great pressure. Among the prisoners in the middle section, some fell to the ground and were stabbed to death.

Xu Xing held the stick in his right hand and wiped his face with his left hand, shaking off a foam of blood mixed with minced meat.

His heart suddenly contracted and then beat violently, spurting out streams of hot blood that flowed into his body, bringing him increasingly powerful strength.

The mixed iron rod whizzed past, and the tops of the heads of the five gatekeeping soldiers were blown away by this rod.

Their heads were like casserole pots filled with boiling broth. As soon as the lid was opened, blood bubbles gushed out.

He killed five people with one blow of the stick. Xu Xing held the iron stick with both hands, stepped forward, and split the iron lock of the gate with the stick head. Then he pushed forward, stirred, and lifted it, and completely opened the road leading to the outside of the prison!

Qi Dazhu and others seized the opportunity and rushed out of the door together.

Xu Xingze jumped high and kicked the prison wall with one foot, leaving a deep footprint on the thick stone wall and hanging upside down on it.

He held a stick in his right hand and knocked down a handful of bricks from the stone wall with his left hand. He then crushed the bricks into pieces and shot them out with hidden weapons, extinguishing all the torches on the city wall.

The archers on the city wall had lost their vision and found it difficult to aim at Qi Dazhu who had just escaped from the prison.

After doing all this, Xu Xing turned over and jumped down. He stomped his legs and kicked three soldiers to death who were about to rush out of the door to chase him, and then fell to the ground.

He held the iron rod in his hand horizontally, blocked the door, and shouted:

"Anyone who wants to pass through this door will die!"

An officer in iron armor stepped out from the crowd, with two people beside him holding torches, illuminating the pool of blood filled with limbs, intestines, and corpses.

Looking at the bloody figure standing up to block the gate, the officer's eyes were red with anger. He threw the sword in his hand to the ground and said unwillingly: "I admit defeat today. Who are you? Do you dare to leave your name?"

This officer was also a veteran with rich experience in warfare. He knew that even those so-called inhuman boxers were not as ferocious as Xu Xing on the battlefield.

The soldiers under his command had already been frightened by Xu Xing's killing. If the fighting continued, they might not even be able to maintain the most basic formation.

Anyway, those prisoners have already escaped, and there is such a fierce monster blocking the way. Why should we risk the lives of our brothers for a few money and food?

Hearing this shout with a strong underworld flavor, Xu Xing was too lazy to answer a word. He held the iron stick horizontally, posing as a single man guarding the pass.

That handsome and heroic face was already covered in blood. Looking at it now, it looked like a yaksha or evil ghost, leaving a deep impression in the hearts of many soldiers.

After Qi Dazhu and the others walked away, Xu Xing had no intention of getting entangled with this group of people anymore.

He carried the iron rod on his shoulder and leaped in another direction. With a shake of his body, he had already taken dozens of steps.

When killing Mongolian soldiers in the northwest frontier, the most important thing is not the means of killing, but the ability to escape.

The grassland is vast and flat, and the boxer's body movements must be faster than those Tatar cavalrymen who have grown up on horseback and are skilled in riding, so that he can kill people and leave safely. Otherwise, he will be treated as prey and hunted to death.

Xu Xing killed about a hundred Mongolian soldiers outside the Great Wall. Even the fastest Tartar horse could not catch up with his speed.

So, he just moved and disappeared from the soldiers' sight.

Although he has gone on a killing spree tonight, Xu Xing is not ready to stop yet.

Because he knew that the ones who really deserved to die were those who planned to replace rice with mulberry trees, destroyed dikes and flooded fields, and especially that tyrant who amassed the world's wealth to enrich himself!
Now that He Maocai is dead, no one else can escape!
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Ten miles east of Hangzhou, there is a vast mountain villa. It is very quiet and you can hear the faint sound of water. It seems that there is a garden with winding stream and flowing wine cups in it.

In Hangzhou, there is only one person who can own such a courtyard, and that is the richest businessman in Jiangnan, Shen Yishi.

This was a villa specially built by Shen Yishi for the reception of certain high-ranking officials. It was located in the suburbs of Hangzhou and was very easy to conceal from the public.

There are dozens of houses inside, all built with fine mahogany. Outside the villa are thick brick walls that are three people tall and covered with caltrops.

There are watchtowers made of stone towers all around the manor to observe the surrounding situation. If there is any unrest, just send archers skilled in shooting to the watchtowers, and even if there are hundreds of people outside, it will be difficult to attack.

With pirates rampant in the southeast, it is understandable that the powerful families built some defensive facilities, but it is extremely rare to see such a large scale.

Zheng Michang was in the reception room in the center of the villa, talking with Shen Yishi about buying the damaged fields after the dikes were destroyed and the fields were flooded.

This wealthy businessman was not wearing any brocade or silk, but only a coarse blue shirt and long gown, and flat black cloth shoes. He had an elegant face and sad eyes.

Judging from his appearance, he looks more like a scholar who is well-versed in classics but frustrated rather than a businessman.

In front of Zheng Michang, Shen Yishi behaved extremely respectfully, hunched over, with his hands folded up in his sleeves, looking like a student asking for guidance.

Zheng Michang was extremely pleased with his attitude. He picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and then told him everything about the damaged dikes and flooded fields.

Seeing that Shen Yishi remained calm when he heard that the government was going to flood nine counties, Zheng Michang couldn't help but praise him in his heart. Just based on this calmness, Shen Yishi deserves to be the best in Jiangnan.

After listening, Shen Yishi also adhered to his professional ethics as a "white glove" and did not ask the reason at all. As soon as he opened his mouth, he went straight to the key to solving the practical problem.

"For such a big matter, I'm afraid I have to inform Lord Ma and Eunuch Yang first."

Zheng Michang smiled and nodded:
"Old Shen, talking to you is a relief. Don't worry, Ma Ningyuan is on the way.

Eunuch Yang knew about it earlier than us. The supervisor of the Xin'an River is his adopted son, and he is currently making arrangements there.

Lao He still has some things to do, come over when he's done."

Shen Yishi was an extremely smart man. When he heard that Zheng Michang and others had informed him in advance, he knew that today's game was actually set up specifically for Ma Ningyuan, and he nodded slightly.

He raised his head again and looked at the three people standing behind Zheng Michang who were daydreaming, and said hesitantly:

"Sir Zheng, may I ask who these three are..."

These three people, one is an old man with a cloth wrapped on his head and a cloak on his shoulders, one is a middle-aged man with a beard and a simple look, and one is a woman in a bamboo hat with a sword at her waist and a sharp look.

Zheng Michang did not mention the backgrounds of these three people, but only emphasized their roles.

"These are the experts arranged by the young minister. If we want to accomplish our mission, we must rely on these three."

After saying this, Zheng Michang turned his head again, looked outside the door, and frowned:

"Why hasn't Lao Ma arrived yet? I asked someone to greet him before I came. He should be here by now."

"What's the matter so urgent, my Lord Zheng?"

Speak of the devil, and here he appears. Before Zheng Michang could finish his words, Ma Ningyuan's loud voice was heard outside the door, and then he stepped over the threshold and entered the living room.

Zheng Michang smiled, and Shen Yishi walked over. While leading Ma Ningyuan to the chair, he spoke to him in a low voice.

After Ma Ningyuan sat down, his face was full of fear. He looked up from time to time at the three people behind Zheng Michang, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself, lost in thought.

Zheng Michang picked up the tea again, lowered his brows, glanced at Ma Ningyuan imperceptibly, and had some thoughts in his mind.

If he really doesn't want to, I'm afraid...

He turned his head and exchanged glances with the three Black Stone masters before returning his gaze to Ma Ningyuan, meaning that he wanted to force Ma Ningyuan to express his position.

Ma Ningyuan saw what Zheng Michang meant and said in a muffled voice: "I don't understand, why do you want to hide such a big thing from the Minister?"

Zheng Michang put down the tea bowl, narrowed his eyes, and said leisurely: "This is not the idea of ​​He Maocai and I, but the idea of ​​the elder and the young elder."

Ma Ningyuan heard Zheng Michang's subtext from this and cried out in surprise: "The elder and the young elder no longer trust the minister..."

Zheng Michang didn't say anything, but Shen Yishi stepped forward at the right time and explained in a gentle voice:
"The elders kept it a secret from Hu Bu Tang in order to protect him. You also know Hu Bu Tang's temper. If he knew, who knows what he would do."

Zheng Michang noticed Ma Ningyuan's struggle, stood up, grabbed his hand, and struck while the iron was hot, saying earnestly:

"Changing rice crops to mulberry trees is a national policy after all, so it cannot be implemented. It will hinder important matters. When the emperor finds out, the first person to be held accountable will be Hu Bu Tang."

Hearing this, Ma Ningyuan also fell silent.

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