Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

As for the portrayal of Nezha, the Third Prince, he is a chivalrous hero who saves people from danger.

Some people will be deeply grateful to the parties involved.

For some indifferent people, it's just something to talk about over tea.

Forget about credibility, they're even stingy with a few kind words.

Not treating him as a lawless thug is already an act of compassion for the weak.

……

Sure enough, no constables came by that day.

The large-scale scene of cavalry pursuit and infantry encirclement that Li Cheng and Zhuang Hongxiu were worried about did not occur.

Around noon, a few people secretly came over and carried away the constables who had lost their hands and legs without saying a word.

I guess he went to get treatment for his injury.

The Five Military Offices must have been in complete chaos at this point, with members even arguing amongst themselves.

But can things get any more chaotic than they are at night?

Li Xin expressed disbelief.

……

The sky had just darkened.

He didn't even eat dinner, changed into a white outfit, and put on a red and white Nezha mask.

He had two revolvers slung around his waist and three-edged spikes strapped to his calves.

Amid the worried gazes of the five children (three adults and two children), he leaped up, scaled the courtyard wall, and disappeared into the moonlight.

Since they won't give up, then cut off all their dirty hands.

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Chapter 41 Constables Gather, A Motley Crew

"In the capital, the most virtuous place, such a great thief is hiding. If our Flower Market Flood Control Office does nothing about it..."

It's a small matter if everyone loses face, but it's a big deal if the nobles in the city are alarmed.

Now, officials of the court have submitted a memorial, saying that most of us officials are just occupying positions without doing our jobs, and they want to reduce our numbers significantly.

If we can't even capture a bandit, wouldn't that just let them get away with their verbal sparring?

Perfect timing! We've stripped everyone of their rank badges, so we can all go back to the soil and dig for food.

But one day, your wives and children will be left to wander the streets and brothels.

Toiling away day and night, begging for food but unable to find it... is this what you all desire?

Lin Shanze, the commander of the Huashi Xun County, roared as he spoke, his thick eyebrows like knives.

"No, the flower market will not be safe until the traitor Li is eliminated."

The two leaders on the left and right, Chang Shaokun and Yu Wangshan, immediately raised their arms and shouted.

The large tallow candles in the lobby burned brightly, and two braziers were placed at the entrance.

There were more than a hundred people standing in front of the hall listening to the instruction.

These foot soldiers were all dressed in the uniforms of constables, carrying swords and bows, exuding a murderous aura.

There were also more than twenty horses, each rider carrying a long spear with a matchlock bridle, standing quietly with their horses at the ready.

"Today, they dared to break Zhu Yi and the others' hands and feet; tomorrow, they will dare to rebel and cut off our heads."

In this battle, no matter what, even if it costs me my life, I must cut off Li Xin's head.

It was hung at the city gate and left to air dry for three months, as a warning to others.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

More than a hundred people shouted "Kill!" three times.

It is magnificent and imposing.

Lin Shanze smiled slightly, looking at the strong and brave constable in front of him, feeling extremely satisfied.

Let's treat this as a training exercise. Recently, the Southern Camp has been short of food and supplies, and the discipline of the soldiers has become increasingly lax.

Those at the top only think about making money, while those below just think about shirking their responsibilities.

Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only about a hundred people; they're shouting at the top of their lungs.

They don't even practice normally; they spend all their time thinking about how to extort more money.

However, they can't be blamed for this.

If it weren't for these benefits, who would be willing to be on duty every day?

"Sir, isn't it a bit excessive to use such a large force just to deal with a few children?"

Why not have one of my men lead a team, sneak up on us under cover of darkness, and capture them in one fell swoop?

Chang Shaokun suddenly interrupted.

The authorities haven't paid attention to this dilapidated flower market for a long time. He has been a battalion commander for four years and six months, and has not been promoted.

Now that there is an opportunity to make a contribution, and it is an operation personally overseen by those above, this opportunity has arisen.

If you perform exceptionally well, you'll surely be promoted three ranks.

"Old Chang, don't eat alone, you can't eat it all."

Another officer, Yu Wangshan, chuckled and said, "We'll do whatever the lord says. Isn't that much better than the brilliant attack plan you came up with with your pathetic brain?"

Although Li Xin was not old, he was Cheng Yuanhua's newly accepted disciple. If he didn't have some skills, how could he have caught the old man's eye?

Furthermore, as everyone now knows, the so-called "Third Prince Nezha" was actually this person in disguise.

Judging from his methods, he is ruthless and decisive. With fewer people, it's not certain we'll be able to take him down.

Yu Wangshan was a mature man, and when he said this, he bowed and said, "Lord Lin, you should be lenient in your assessment of the enemy. Although Chang Shaokun is reckless, his loyalty is commendable."

My subordinates also felt that it would be better for the two of us to take the lead in order to avoid too many casualties.

If you're not careful and embarrass the adults, it won't look good.

"No need for that. The main force for this mission is someone else. We'll send a large army to surround the Li residence. We must ensure that not a single one of them escapes."

Is there someone else as the main player?

The two officers looked on with a mixture of doubt and disbelief.

Most of the troops in the flower market were mobilized.

Do we have to ask for reinforcements from outside?

Isn't this unnecessary?

"General Lin Shanze's actions are also to ensure absolute safety. The one who has come is the Mad Saber Wind Marquis from the Northwest..." Lin Shanze, the captain, cupped his hands towards the north and spoke in a low voice, his gaze inadvertently glancing towards the southeast side outside the hall.

"call out……"

The two took a deep breath.

The slight tension on his face vanished without a trace.

The Northwest Mad Saber was very famous, and they had heard of him.

"Didn't they say that Lord Yang was furious about this?"

"The military commander is personally overseeing this matter, and Prefect Yang has also dispatched some of his best men. We are openly..."

Having said that, Lin Qianzong said no more. He waved his hand, left the hall, and mounted his tall white horse.

"Let's set off. If this mission is successful, each person will receive three taels of silver, two bolts of silk, and ten catties of meat..."

Then I heard a series of cheers.

"Your Excellency is wise."

Looking at the vast, dark mass of people on foot and horses, so fast and powerful, I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.

Fighting foreigners is indeed too risky; we should avoid it if possible.

But isn't it a piece of cake to catch a petty thief who crawled out of a mountain valley?

"Snapped……"

A gunshot rang out.

Lin Shanze sat on his horse, his expression slightly dazed, as if he were seeing himself being promoted after this operation.

Even if he doesn't become a commander, he'll probably be at least a garrison commander.

Just as my thoughts reached this point, a sharp pain shot through my forehead, and my vision went dark.

His enormous body slumped off the horse like a log.

"Enemy attack!"

Chang Shaokun immediately drew his knife, half-squatting down, and wielded the goose-feather blade with such skill that water could not penetrate it.

Yu Wangshan rushed to the body of Qianzong Lin Shanze and cried out, "My lord, my lord has been assassinated!"

As he cried out in anguish, he gently lifted the body of the commander, just in time to block the direction from which the bullets were coming.

That's a tall poplar tree by the roadside ahead.

The two captains were searching for the enemy in the air, and before they could even see where the enemy was, they were already fighting desperately for their lives.

On the contrary, it was the constables.

They started making a lot of noise.

Several fast horses dismounted in a flash, hurriedly grabbed their guns, and blew on tinder.

Immediately, some smoke rose into the night sky.

Someone took a bow and fired a few arrows haphazardly into the darkness, without knowing whether they hit their target.

Then, they huddled together and dared not move forward.

"Catch the thief! I'm telling you to catch the thief!"

Li Xin, dressed in white and wearing a red and white Nezha mask, emerged from the moonlight like a ghost.

It flashed and reached the middle of the crowd.

He even put both pistols back into their holsters.

Using bullets to deal with these cowards is a complete waste.

"Give me a gun."

He leaned slightly forward.

Step forward and lunge.

With 40 points of Agility fully activated, a thin white streak was left in the moonlight.

He swept past a constable and took the red-tasseled, white-shafted spear from his hand.

The moment Li Xin got his hands on the gun, countless insights flooded his mind.

It felt as if I had practiced shooting and bayonet techniques countless days and nights, and a sense of familiarity and warmth welled up in my heart.

Just like when he activated [Erlang Zhenjun's Divine Intent] and swung his sword.

The now activated [Third Prince's Divine Intent] is so familiar with the spear that it's ingrained in his very being, etched into his very soul.

Various marksmanship techniques that he wasn't very familiar with before suddenly came to mind.

Furthermore, one can use it without hesitation.

That day in the Drunken Ghost Alley, I picked up a wooden stick and it felt incredibly natural to use it.

One blow to the left and right, another to smash the thug's Adam's apple... It didn't take any thought at all; it was accurate, fast, and ruthless.

At the time, I thought it was because of my outburst of anger that I was able to perform exceptionally well.