Chapter Three is Greatly Different

  Killing four people in a row, in the eyes of the Wei Su military households, this is already a superior person. The occasional outing of the commander's house slaves to boast about their brilliant battle achievements in the midst of flattery from the crowd usually only amounts to five or six lives. Although everyone knows that they are masters, after all, it's just hearsay, without really seeing the real thing.

  Today, Song Qing was different. He killed four people in front of everyone, giving a completely different feeling. When he gave orders, the crowd unconsciously did not refute and listened obediently, following him to charge forward. Ding Kui subconsciously looked at the team and found that there was actually a small flag inside.

  No matter how advanced humans are, they are still animals at the end of the day. The blood of submitting to the strong in their subconscious has never faded, especially in a place like this that is similar to an arena for gladiatorial combat. This feeling will be even stronger. Ding Kui also had this kind of feeling and only felt that following Song Qing made him feel inexplicably secure, but as for why it was so, he couldn't say clearly.

  A team of thirty or so people charged forward desperately, with Song Qing in the lead. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. Unconsciously, he wanted to let out a loud roar, but didn't know if it was because he had just finished killing someone and wasn't quite used to it, or because his voice had changed from running. To his surprise, he let out a sound similar to a mad dog's howl. He felt slightly embarrassed and was about to try and make some normal sounds when he heard similar shouting voices coming from behind him. At first, it was just Ding Kui, but soon it spread like a contagious cold, with all thirty or so people letting out mad dog-like roars.

  The power of the thirty or so mad dogs was terrifying. The thieves who had just caught up with the military household were about to launch a massacre, but suddenly they saw this group of people coming from behind and were stunned on the spot. People always have a fear of things beyond their understanding. Facing these human-like mad dogs charging recklessly, the thieves' formation quickly fell into chaos. They should have rushed forward to stop Song Qing and the others, but in the end, no one moved, allowing this group of thirty or so people to charge in and kill.

  "How interesting!" Song Qing didn't expect that his unintentional mistake would have such an effect, so he didn't shout any more slogans to kill the bandits. He charged into the crowd with his long spear, aiming at a stupid-looking bandit and stabbing him with one thrust.

  In his past life when he was practicing archery, his master had praised him a few times, saying that his eyes were very accurate and his shooting was fast and stable. With his own diligent practice, his progress was not small either. However, even when facing those stiff wooden men to shoot at, he still couldn't achieve the level of hitting the target with every shot.

  Today, for some reason, he shot at the living people, and it was a gun with no empty shots. The previous four shots resulted in four lives, and now this one shot went straight to the chest, and again it was a successful shot. The poisonous dragon moved in and out, bringing out a few blood flowers. When the gun tip came out, the bandit's fresh blood sprayed out again. Song Qing had already not dodged or avoided, letting those blood drops fall on his body, and rushed towards the next person without hesitation. The soldiers behind him saw his bravery and also charged forward fiercely.

  The military households who were previously being hunted down finally reacted, they had originally planned to surrender, after all, they were just local bandits in Xuzhou, and at worst, they would only lose some money, not their lives. However, seeing the sudden bravery of the government troops, they naturally did not want to be captured either. Although the leader was Song Qing, which made them feel a bit strange, but at this time, they couldn't care about that much, and it's unknown who was the first to charge forward, the others followed suit, surrounding the bandits from all sides, with long guns and big knives calling out.

  In about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the bandits were killed off by them. More than ten military households in Wei's camp were injured, but no one died. Those who were injured either had just taken someone's life or had also chopped down people and were now flushed with success. Although their wounds hurt, they gritted their teeth and stubbornly endured, not daring to let out a single cry, fearing that others would look down on them.

  Song Qing let out a breath, casting his gaze towards the third group of bandits. Over there, they had already started fighting, or rather, it was a one-sided slaughter. He grunted and said to a short-statured soldier beside him: "Xiao Luobo, take a few men and send the injured brothers back first. Then tell my father to immediately dispatch more people over here. There are many tough ones in that group, we may not be able to handle them. Moreover, there are not just these people on the mountain, it's better to call for more brothers to come over and be safe!"

  "Yes!" Xiaoluo looked at Song Qing with an idol-like gaze, hearing that there was an order for himself, excitedly puffed out his chest, and called out to several old and weak soldiers, gathering the injured people together, supporting each other as they walked towards the main team.

  Not far from the departure, the troops had already caught up, from Baihu Wang Chang and below, each one was sweating profusely, all of whom had heard that the situation here was not right, so they rushed to catch up. However, with the training level of the Ming army, this rush came running down, the entire team was scattered and disorganized, although there were only more than a hundred people, but it could be divided into four teams. Song Qing saw the sparse team from afar and secretly despised in his heart, no wonder they could escape like that when escaping, it turned out to be inherited.

  Fortunately, although the team was in disarray, there were still a few brave warriors, and Song Hu, his father, was one of them. He had brought his son along to practice his courage, thinking that it would be just a matter of dealing with a few bandits, and that by joining the fray, Song Qing could gain some experience and temper his bravery. Who would have thought that things would take a turn for the worse? As soon as he realized what was happening, he immediately reported to Baihu Wang Chang, who had always been on good terms with Song Hu. Without delay, Wang Chang and another baihu rushed to their aid.

  Who would have thought that just as they were halfway there, Xiao Luobo came running from afar, although panting and out of breath, but without a hint of anxiety, instead shouting excitedly: "Sir, sir, we won! Song Qing big brother killed the Blood Gourd like it was nothing, what a majestic sight!"

  Song Hu's head was raised with a loud voice, he didn't hear what the wind was saying clearly, only heard that his son was like a blood gourd, as for whether it was killing or being killed, from past experience, it was obviously the latter. Song Lao Hu had been a hero all his life, but this son always made him uneasy, now being hacked to such an extent, how could he hold back, and shouted: "Xiao Luo Bo, what happened to my son Song Qing?"

  "Brother Song must have taken the others to rescue the other two groups by now, he told me to come and report to you first!" Xiao Luobo was extremely excited, as if those bandits were killed by him, shouting: "Brother Song seems to have killed seven or eight people, the bandits are all scared silly, running everywhere! By the time you gentlemen arrive, it's probably already been taken care of!"

  "What? Song Qing killed someone?" Song Hu almost thought he had misheard, and grabbed Xiao Luo's shoulder, insisting that the other party repeat it again, until he got a completely reliable answer, before slowly releasing his hand, whispering: "How is this possible?"

  "It's probably impossible, but it'll be known in the past." Wang Chang didn't think much and directly led his men to rush towards the mountain. Song Hu stood still for a while, seeing that the team had already gone out for twenty or thirty feet, before suddenly waking up, picking up his big knife and quickly following up, but his mind was always thinking about Song Qing's murder.

  Over a hundred people rushed to the front, just in time to see the soldiers sweeping the battlefield, rescuing and treating the wounded, with the bodies of the bandits scattered all over the ground, bloodstains everywhere, and some broken wooden poles and damaged knives and spears, showing the scale of the battle that had just taken place. Song Hu's heart was worried about his son, and he rushed forward first, but in his panic, his feet felt a bit slippery, and he stumbled several times, almost falling to the ground, but was caught by a pair of strong arms and steadied, narrowly avoiding embarrassment.

  Song Hu stabilized his body, first smelling a pungent bloody smell, and hurriedly lifted his head up. He saw that it was his son Song Qing who was supporting him, with tears almost falling from his eyes, flustered saying: "My son, where are you hurt? Don't panic, I'll get a doctor for you right away! This is all my fault, from now on I won't let you do this kind of desperate task again! Your uncles and older brother died young, the old Song family only has us two left. You absolutely can't have anything happen to you, otherwise our old Song family will become extinct!"

  "Dad, I'm fine, isn't this good?" Song Qing smiled at his old father, trying to maintain a warm atmosphere, unaware that his face was covered in blood, making his smile look even more ferocious. Seeing Song Hu's expression becoming increasingly difficult, he quickly said: "This blood is all from those bandits, I don't have a single wound on me, Father can rest assured, if you don't believe me, take a closer look!"