1136 Bandits, ambushed
The journey was not peaceful. After leaving the border of Dongling, the Ninth Prince and his entourage actually encountered a group of bandits. They were not organized by villagers, but professional bandits who made a living by robbing.
These people, each of them was full of murderous intent, strong and skilled in fighting. They blocked the middle of the road and surrounded the carriage as soon as the Ninth Prince's carriage stopped.
When the carriage was stopped, Feng Qingchen was not too nervous. He lifted the curtain and jumped down. After seeing the outfits of the bandits, he smiled and said, "Looking at their outfits, they look like professional bandits."
Doudou had sharp ears, and immediately asked what a professional bandit was. Feng Qingchen explained it to Doudou, and Doudou patted his chest with great pride: "Don't be afraid, I'm still a professional killer."
"That's true. Then I'll leave these people to you." Feng Qingchen knew Doudou's martial arts and was not polite at all.
It’s slightly worse than the Left Bank, but it’s definitely enough to deal with these bandits.
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Although Doudou is not serious on weekdays, his martial arts skills are indeed good. With so many famous teachers teaching him, Doudou will not be too bad even if he doesn't use martial arts anymore.
Those bandits originally only wanted silver, but when they heard what Feng Qingchen and Doudou said, they immediately became angry and shouted for the lives of Feng Qingchen and his group.
"Brother, this bitch is looking for death. Let's catch her and sell her to a brothel when we've had enough fun."
Feng Qingchen was outside, dressed as a woman according to the Ninth Prince's request. The name of bandit was not wrong. Doudou was amused when he heard it: "Feng Qingchen, listen, these people are bolder than me, Doudou. I dare not say anything, I will sell you to a brothel."
"You have such a foul mouth. I will kill all of you." The Ninth Prince was not so good-tempered. These people dared to insult the woman he loved so much. He was fed up with living like that.
"Okay, I promise not to spare any of them." Doudou didn't say anything more. When several bandits rushed over, he drew his sword and went to meet them. The master of Xuanyi Valley shouted behind him, "I have bone-dissolving water. Do you want it? It's a must-have medicine for assassinating people and destroying corpses."
"Keep it. When you die, I will use it for you." Doudou fought against hundreds of people alone and had time to tease the master of Xuanyi Valley, which made the master very angry: "You damn boy, you can die before I die."
“…” Doudou wanted to reply, but unfortunately he didn’t have time.
These bandits were numerous and fearless, and hundreds of them attacked together, and Doudou was overwhelmed for a while.
Killing is also hard work.
Seeing this, Feng Qingchen took out his gun and handed it to the Ninth Uncle: "Would you like to practice?"
Although it is a bit of a waste of bullets, it is not as bad as it was on the spot, and she can still exchange some bullets.
Anyway, I haven't saved up enough medical ethics now, and AK47 and the like are a long way off, so Feng Qingchen won't let himself down. Medical ethics is something that can't be saved, so use it when it's needed.
"I don't know how." The Ninth Prince took the gun and jumped down, but did not move. Instead, he signaled Feng Qingchen with his eyes to come forward and teach him.
In fact, the Ninth Prince already knew how to use this thing a long time ago. He said this just because he wanted to have the fun of Feng Qingchen teaching him.
Feng Qingchen knew it but didn't point it out. She stepped forward and held the Ninth Prince's hand, wrapping her small hand around the big hand. Feng Qingchen was just a small person, and it felt very awkward for her to stand behind the Ninth Prince, but the two of them didn't notice it.
Ahem... The coachman turned his head away silently, and the secret guards looked up at the sky. They saw nothing.
The master of Xuanyi Valley had a look of disdain on his face and glanced at the Ninth Uncle. However, when the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen fired a shot and hit the man in front of Doudou right in the middle of his eyebrows, he immediately became envious and jealous.
"This hidden weapon is really a good thing. Feng Qingchen, do you have any more? Lend it to me so that I can help." The master of Xuanyi Valley found a plausible reason.
Unfortunately, no matter how good the reason was, it was useless. Feng Qingchen only had this one. Besides, even if there were more, they would be used first by the Ninth Prince and Sun Sixing, and it would never be the turn of the Master of Xuanyi Valley.
Feng Qingchen took advantage of the opportunity to reload the gun and turned to the master of Xuanyi Valley and said, "Master, I'm sorry, this is all I have."
"Then you go and rest, I'll take over." The master of Xuanyi Valley felt itchy in his heart when he saw the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen firing another shot.
This is really a great weapon for self-defense when going out. If you have this thing in your hand, who would dare to tie him up and take him to treat someone?
"..." The Ninth Prince turned his head away, glared at the Master of Xuanyi Valley, said nothing, and patted Feng Qingchen's hand to indicate that he knew it.
In fact, the Ninth Prince felt embarrassed. He only wanted to fight with Feng Qingchen, but forgot what the occasion was. Being interrupted by the Master of Xuanyi Valley, the Ninth Prince's ears turned red.
Others could not see it, but Feng Qingchen was right behind the Ninth Prince and saw it clearly. He then stepped back with a muffled laugh.
The Ninth Prince took a deep breath, suppressed the noise in his heart, held the gun in one hand, and fired several shots in succession around Doudou, each shot hitting the bull's eye.
Looking back, he saw the master of Xuanyi Valley was still there. He turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the master of Xuanyi Valley, which frightened the master. After he came to his senses, he stretched out two fingers and carefully pushed the gun away: "Be careful, be careful, don't do anything rash, I'm going to die, and no one will make money for you."
"Make money? Apart from spending my money, when have you ever made money?" The medicine of the master of Xuanyi Valley is priceless. The master of Xuanyi Valley does not sell the good medicine, and of course the Ninth Prince is reluctant to sell it either.
"Great, I will spend less next time. Don't point this thing at me. I want to live a few more years. I still have several medicines that I haven't made yet." When the master of Xuanyi Valley saw that the gun was finally not pointed at him, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and ran towards the carriage.
"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep first. When you're done killing people, call me."
Feng Qingchen shook his head: "You are the only one who can handle him."
"He responds to hard tactics and not soft ones." The Ninth Prince thought for a moment and added, "Just like Doudou and Zhezhe."
This is to remind Feng Qingchen not to be soft-hearted towards these people. Being soft-hearted towards them will only bring trouble to yourself, and they will be very unlucky.
"I know. Let someone help Doudou. There are too many of these people, and we don't know if they have any helpers. Let's deal with them quickly so we can get on with our journey." Feng Qingchen glanced at Doudou, who was having fun, and sighed secretly.
Only Doudou and Zhezhe can treat killing as a game. These two people are actually very similar, but Doudou is not as cruel as Zhezhe.
The Ninth Prince raised his hand and eight black shadows immediately flew out. Once these eight people joined the battle, the bandits could no longer resist.
These eight men were even more ferocious than Doudou. Doudou was particular about the way he killed people, and he wanted the killing to be spectacular. You could tell from the fact that Doudou had been fighting for a long time but not a drop of blood was on his body.
These eight people are practical types. Once they join the battle, they pick up their knives and start slashing. Blood spurts high and splashes everywhere. They are the pure representatives of violence and blood.
Seeing that the number of bandits was decreasing, at this moment, there was a sudden movement on both sides of the path...