Seeing that Li Zicheng could not pull out the knife, he had to turn his hand, snatch Cheng Jiu Bo's neck hard, and press him into the mud and water.

Uncle Cheng struggled desperately, his mouth and nose were covered with mud and sand. He was about to be strangled to death by Li Zicheng.

After killing Liu Zongmin and Li Zicheng's loyalists, the other rural warriors were far away from Cheng Jiubo.

The road ahead is still full of mud pits, and the villagers are not in a hurry to rescue them.

Cheng Jiubo couldn't breathe, and the golden stars in front of him were buzzing. Just when he thought he was about to die, the force of his hands that suddenly strangled his neck suddenly decreased.

Cheng Jiubo lifted his head out of the mud and water, reached out and touched his face randomly. After opening his eyes, he saw that the shrew who was holding his neck was already lying in the mud and water, and the back of his head was bleeding.

When he looked up again, he saw his nephew Jin Zhuzi holding a hoe tremblingly in his hand. It turned out that Jin Zhuzi had just arrived and knocked down Li Zicheng with a shovel.

Li Zicheng, who fell to the ground, twitched a few times and raised his head hard: "You, you tricky and unlucky people, can you know who the orphan is..."

When Jin Zhuzi saw that the other party was still moving, his hand holding the hoe trembled twice as much. Cheng Jiubo shouted: "Boe, beat him to death, otherwise we will die, beat him!"

Jin Zhuzi shouted, and raised the shovel like crazy and patted Li Zicheng hard. When Cheng Jiu's uncle stood up, Jin Zhuzi was still slapping Li Zicheng mechanically. Until the shovel flew out, he was still knocking hard with the shovel handle.

Until Cheng Jiubo pulled him away: "Okay, okay, stop beating, you're all dead."

When he heard that he was dead, Jin Zhuzi was so scared that he threw the shovel handle in his hand on the ground: "Kill, kill, kill, kill."

Looking at the corpses of bandits lying on the ground and the corpses of villagers. Only then did these village warriors come back from their great fear and find that they have killed someone.

"Nine, Uncle Jiu, what should we do? Kill, kill so many people."

The local warriors were afraid. After all, they were honest and never thought that they would kill someone one day. There were not only one appointment case, but dozens.

Cheng Jiubo, who escaped from death, was also panicked and lost his mind. Fortunately, his mind was quite clear: "Report, report to the officials, and also, to prevent the bandits from revenge. They must transfer the villagers in the village overnight."

Lianhua Village belongs to Tongshan County, but it is far away from the county town. Dozens of bandits were killed, leaving behind three living people.

These guys who mistakenly think of "bandits" in the eyes of the people here are extremely vicious, and wherever they go, they can be said to be free from the crowd.

As a result, the only three living people became the target of venting. The three were tied up and held in the village, and they were greeted by countless brick hoes, and abused and beaten.

You are destined to be inhumane, you are extremely vicious and sinful. The elderly, weak, women and children are unwilling to let go, you devils.

The anger was ignited instantly, and the people knew that if it weren't for Cheng Jiubo and the others who killed all these bandits, the one who was tragically killed was afraid that they would be their Lotus Village.

The three prisoners also ushered in more anger. As the villagers beat and scolded them all the way, the three of them tied ropes to march in the village.

One of them died on the road from the hoe stones of the villagers. The remaining two were also beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face.

In the end, Mr. Zhao, the only teacher in the village, was kind to him, saying that the two of them were witnesses to the officials. They must stay and wait for the county magistrate to behead him according to law.

Mr. Zhao's words were golden rules in Lianhua Village, so the villagers no longer objected. Cheng Jiuwang took more than a dozen village warriors to Tongshan County with these two occupants.

In addition to such a big deal, dozens of bandits died in Lianhua Village at once, and many villagers also died. The magistrate Shen Zhengqi did not dare to neglect and personally interrogated.

These two bandits were full of evil deeds and were already covered with the blood of countless innocent people. They knew that they were bound to be guilty of death, so they did not say a word when they were interrogated.

Fortunately, all the witnesses from Lianhua Village were present. Cheng Jiubo and others vividly reported to the county magistrate of killing these bandits that day.

When Shen Zhengqi heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. More than 100 rural heroes actually killed more than 30 bandits. You know, these are all rural heroes who are ignorant and honest.

Later, when Cheng Jiubo learned from the heavy rain that the road was muddy and the bandits fell into the mud pit and could not move, he gave the brave men a chance. Shen Zhengqi suddenly realized.

Not to mention these local tyrants, even if they encounter these yamen, they are not their opponents. It is not possible to deal with more than thirty bandits without hundreds of people.

"Bold bandits are not really going to cause it! You are so guilty. Is it yours to do the Zhangjia Village tragedy?"

One of the short bandits raised his head and stared at Shen Zhengqi fiercely: "Bah, dog official! If you met me before, you would have been so scared that you knelt down and begged for mercy. If you wanted to ask your grandpa, you wouldn't think about it!"

Shen Zhengqi was shocked. The ordinary bandits were not so arrogant. He was also furious and slapped the awestruck and shouted: "Bold bandits, they dare to be stubborn until they die. People come, drag them down and serve them severely!"

Although the torture in the Ming Dynasty yamen is not as tragic as the imperial prison, it is definitely at the level of hell. Especially for dealing with these habitual criminals who are extremely guilty, the yamen runners will never be ruthless.

After one set of procedures, another fat bandit could not stand it: "Stop hitting, don't hit, I'll strike, I'll strike!"

Shen Zhengqi did not feel strange about this. He had never seen anyone who could not confess under torture. Anyway, these two death row prisoners were dead, so it was not an exaggeration to use any variety of torture on them.

There was a cruel sneer on the corner of Shen Zhengqi's mouth: "Bring it up."

As a local parent and a magistrate with a sesame magistrate, Shen Zhengqi naturally needs political achievements. Now his hometown brave men in Lianhuazhai have wiped out this inhumane bandits and stabbed them to the prefect, which is a great achievement.

Therefore, this case must be interrogated in detail. Even if the tragedy in Zhangjia Village has nothing to do with these people, they have to be framed.

The fatter bandit was thrown into the hall like a pig thrown by the yamen runners. The short man was still tortured outside. The screams of a pig-killing scream came in in waves. The fat bandit was so scared that they shivered all over.

"After saying that, what's your name? Who is your boss?" Shen Zhengqi asked lazily.

"The villain Song Qilang, yes, is the personal soldier under the command of the King of Chuang."
Chapter completed!