Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 49: The Soap-robed Killer God is back...

"Brother Chen Wu, are you okay?" Feng Cheng, wearing armor and holding a spear, looked at Chen Wu.

There was an excitement in his voice that was hard to suppress.

Chen Wu looked up at the black-armored guards beside him.

Except for a few recruits who had never seen blood and looked pale, everyone else had the same bright eyes as Feng Cheng.

Was it because of the killing, or because the killing showed the ruthlessness of the Wuwei Yamen?

Is this the last lesson Brother Yuan wants to teach himself?

In front, Zhang Yuan turned his head and looked at Chen Wu.

"I have already discussed this with Master Tao and decided to send you to the border army for training."

"Today's lesson is to make you understand that all reverence comes from killing."

“No matter how strong a lion is, if his hands and feet are tied, he will be watched by wolves.”

Zhang Yuan's voice was loud, and he was not only speaking to Chen Wu, but also to others.

"My Wuwei Yamen is clearly a powerful military force in the city, yet we are looked down upon. It's because we appear too gentle on a daily basis, and people think they can bully us."

"Chen Wu, during the fight last night, if you had displayed the power of the middle stage of the acquired realm with your first punch and shattered bones with one blow, this wouldn't have happened."

"When we reach the border and engage the enemy, if you dare to hold back, we'll have to wait until your corpse is returned."

Zhang Yuan strode forward, his footsteps stepping into the blood.

Before he reached the screen wall, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the long sword he had thrown out earlier, holding it with one hand and exerting force with his palm.

"Squeak-"

The blade of the grinding teeth was pulled away from Xiangsheng, making all the soldiers open their eyes wide.

How much strength does it take to pull a knife out of the wall with one hand?

In front, Sergeant Qian Mu, Hu Yang and others had tense faces and twitching eyes.

Their cultivation was all in the middle to late stages of the acquired realm, and they had at least a thousand pounds of strength in their hands. Only then did they know what this move meant!
If you want to draw a sword with one arm, you need the strength of an ox!
One arm has the strength of an ox!
Innate Realm!
No, at this moment, there was no blood or true energy flowing in Zhang Yuan's body. He relied purely on the strength of his arms, which was as strong as an ox.

how did you do that!
Watching the blade being slowly withdrawn, everyone felt as if their heart was being tightly squeezed.

In the Qin Dynasty, martial arts are respected, and in the final analysis, fists are the only way to rule.

The strength displayed by Zhang Yuan at this time was reflected in the pool of blood on the ground and was imprinted in everyone's heart.

This is what Zhang Yuan needs.

The scene in the Tang family mansion today will be gagged, and even if it is spread out, it can only be said in private.

The strength he displayed was only seen by the nearly one hundred martial guards present. Even if he told others about it in private, outsiders would only think it was bragging.

Who would dare to believe that there would be a strong man with the strength of a bull in the Wuwei Yamen?
What Zhang Yuan wants is deterrence.

This was to pave the way for the upcoming expansion of the Wuwei Yamen and for his upcoming appointment as the acting Wuwei commander.

Based on the way he drew his sword today, no one in the Wuwei Yamen would dare to question his strength.

In addition, outsiders did not know, but everyone present saw the bloody massacre at the Tang family. No one in the Wuwei Yamen would dare to disrespect Zhang Erhe anymore.

Zhang Erhe is a man of great righteousness, and his reputation is earned through killing.

"Om-"

The long sword turned around in Zhang Yuan's hand and then was thrown towards Chen Wu.

Chen Wu reached out and grabbed it, then looked up at Zhang Yuan.

It was the first time he touched this knife.

"This sword once belonged to Lord Yu Lin, the commander-in-chief of the Red Scale Army. I give it to you today. I hope you will use it to achieve great feats on the battlefield. Don't let this blade, which has been through countless battles, go to waste."

Zhang Yuan's voice was loud and clear, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Chen Wu is the most proud disciple of him and Master Tao in Yulin Academy. They have always had high hopes for Chen Wu.

Holding the long sword, Chen Wu gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Wu will definitely live up to the high expectations."

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Teams of armed guards wearing heavy black armor walked out of the Tang family's residence. The city patrol soldiers who had been dispatched earlier and the yamen runners holding water and fire sticks guarded the gate.

When the yamen runners saw the guards in iron armor and with cold faces, they all lowered their heads.

The blood that flowed out of the Tang family courtyard soaked half of the alley.

Who wouldn’t feel scared in such a scene?
Chen Wu held a long sword in his hand, and Zhang Yuan pressed the hilt at his waist. When they reached the door, they attracted the attention of the guards. Zhang Yuan and Chen Wu were the only ones not wearing armor.

"Chen Wu..."

"Zhang, Master Zhang——"

Someone recognized Zhang Yuan and Chen Wu, their eyes widened and they stammered.

The blood on their bodies was so thick that it formed dark red scabs.

How many people were killed!

Zhang Yuan stopped and looked to the side.

"Captain Zheng," Zhang Yuan's blood-stained face revealed a hint of a smile, a ferocious look that made one's heart tremble. "Thank you for your hard work, brothers."

He glanced at the yamen runners he had seen in front of the government jail today and said calmly, "The Tang family said that my Black Robe Guards are the imperial court's lackeys. Of course, we must show them what imperial court lackeys look like."

These words made the yamen runners and patrol soldiers at the door tremble all over.

They were also among those who talked behind the backs of the White Robe Guards as the court's lackeys.

Zhang Yuan seemed oblivious to their distress. He pointed towards the courtyard behind them and said slowly, "Third Master Tang was nailed to death in the hall, and that arrogant Seventh Young Master was split in half."

"This is what happens when you provoke my Wuwei Yamen."

"Do you think what Zhang said is right?"

Is that right?

Who dares to say it's wrong?
In the current situation, anyone who dares to say a word of objection will be hacked to death and thrown into a pool of blood in the courtyard. If it is easy, it will be reported as a battle loss and given 20 taels of compensation. If it is not easy, it will be considered as treason and will be killed together with the enemy.

Rules are called rules when everyone follows them.

The Wuwei Yamen has wiped out the entire Tang family, so they will not talk about rules with anyone at this time.

"Second Master is right. The Tang family is seeking death." Captain Zheng forced a smile and spoke with a bow.

"Yes, seeking death."

The other yamen runners murmured in agreement.

Zhang Yuan nodded, his voice stern: "Brothers, please be careful when you search later."

"There are no survivors inside. Remember that?"

There are no survivors inside, do we need to search more carefully?
That is to say, if you encounter a living person, kill him!
No one left alive!

Captain Zheng's face twitched. He looked up and saw Zhang Yuan covered in blood, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

"Don't worry, Master. I, I understand."

How dare he not understand?

Mr. Zhang, who is known for his righteousness, the yamen runners who had seen Zhang Yuan in the morning only now truly understood the meaning of the four words "righteousness".

Zhang Yuan nodded, and he and Chen Wu followed the torrent of armored soldiers out of the Tang family mansion.

Not until the armored guards lined up outside the gate, ready to leave, did a few civil servants from the government office come over, tiptoeing, leading a few gatekeepers and patrol soldiers into the courtyard.

"The sergeant said that all the rebels who were executed must be dragged outside for identification."

"Don't move anything in the house. The Tang family is quite wealthy. Don't think of just grabbing something and putting it in your pocket. What's on the ground today? Intestines, uh—"

……

The scene outside the house was just blood flowing, which made people feel creepy. At this moment, the scene inside the house was like a Shura field, which made people shudder!

Broken body and limbs.

Some had their necks severed, their heads and bodies separated. Some were split in half by a single sword strike, and some had their bodies smashed apart by crossbow arrows...

It was not until the guards outside the door urged them that the old yamen runner who had seen so much happened used the door panel to carry the corpse out.

The others were already slumped against the wall, trembling all over, their legs so weak that they couldn't stand up.

"In the third year of the Yuankang reign, the Guo family in the city plotted rebellion. At that time, the Wuwei Yamen didn't have so many people."

"They surrounded the Guo family, sealed the gates, and killed them all night long."

The old man who was speaking was wearing a cloth robe. The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the bodies that were still being carried out in front of the Tang family's gate.

"The Soap-robed Killer God is back..."

(End of this chapter)