"What are you doing here?"
"Slave..."
"Slave what? Speak up."
"..."
"Answer quickly, why are you here?"
"Slave... has nowhere else to go, *sniffle*..."
"..."
"Hurry up and stop crying! If that green-shelled turtle-like person over there notices, the consequences will be dire!"
"Pfft..."
"..."
"What is your name, young lady?"
"I have no name, they call me Xiao Qing."
"Xiao Qing? Where is your sister Bai Snake... Xiao Qing, you've caused me so much trouble..."
Outside Youzhou City, amidst the Yan army, two people, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, were murmuring softly.
The tall and strong one was of course Zhou Fugui from Luoyan Village, and the short and thin one was Xiao Qing, a woman disguised as a man, the very Qin girl Zhou Fugui had saved. Otherwise, Zhou Fugui would not have been scared half to death...
Zhou Fugui had committed murder and robbery in Youzhou City, killing four Hu people, and had already incurred the death penalty. No matter how thoroughly Zhou Fugui and his companions disposed of the bodies, they could not be completely seamless, and traces would inevitably be left. It was possible that the constables and patrols in Youzhou City were already searching for the criminals.
Zhou Fugui had originally thought that he was about to head to the battlefield where Yan and Xia were at war, and his fate was uncertain. Even if the constables and patrols in Youzhou City knew that Zhou Fugui and his group were responsible for the crime, they would be too far away to catch them.
The constables and patrols of Youzhou City would not arrest people on the battlefield, would they?
But now, Xiao Qing, a witness, had come to Zhou Fugui. If the constables and patrols of Youzhou City traced them, wouldn't Zhou Fugui and his group be in serious trouble?
However, Zhou Fugui could neither drive her away nor dare to make a scene. He could only try his best to conceal Xiao Qing's identity as a woman disguised as a man, and find an opportunity to send her away later...
This was like riding a tiger and being unable to dismount, which described Zhou Fugui's current predicament. Zhou Fugui even regretted saving the Qin girl Xiao Qing, or regretting that his youthful impetuosity had led him to kill four Hu people in a moment of anger.
"Damn it, what kind of cursed beast is this? Are you trying to make me go childless or rob me of my life? You cursed beast, you deserter, you dog slave!"
Zhou Fugui tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, with a calm expression, standing honestly and obediently in the crowd. But Zhou Fugui's old horse was not quiet...
The old horse was over twenty years old, basically a senior in the horse world. As the saying goes, respect the old and love the young, and the old horse deserved the respect of other horses. However, a young, strong horse stood in front of the old horse, its tail constantly swinging, flicking past the old horse's face. This had already enraged the old horse. Finally, the young strong horse defecated, and it was a watery stool, splashing three feet high, and it splattered onto the old horse's face.
The old horse finally became furious, neighed angrily, reared up, and kicked fiercely at the strong horse. But for some unknown reason, perhaps due to the old horse's poor eyesight, it kicked the butt of a burly man in front of Zhou Fugui. This immediately infuriated the burly man, who jumped and cursed, his foul language unending.
"Hahahaha!"
On the burly man's backside, there were two clear hoof prints from the kick. His black backside was exposed, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Fortunately, the old horse had not kicked a vital spot, otherwise the burly man might have truly been rendered childless...
"Your grandfather, trying to rob and kill? What valuable things do you have on your two-bit body? What would I want from you? Your measly two ounces of stinky meat? Pfft, I wouldn't even take it if you fed it to a dog!" Zhou Fugui was troubled. The incident was indeed caused by his old and stubborn horse. He had intended to apologize and settle the matter, but the burly man's curses were like thunder and did not allow Zhou Fugui to interject. Finally, the burly man's curses made Zhou Fugui furious, and he also shouted back.
"Haha, so it's Old Donkey from Jizhou? Donkeys and horses don't share the same trough, you deserve to be kicked!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Old Donkey from Jizhou is still better than your Youzhou Skylark!"
"Skylark, a bird. You group of bird-people dare to embarrass yourselves?"
"Bang! Ouch, a gentleman uses words, not fists. How dare you hit me?"
"I'm hitting you, Old Donkey from Jizhou!"
"Brothers, we can't stand this insult, we can't afford to lose face, kill them!"
The mutual curses between Zhou Fugui and the burly man sparked a verbal battle between the Youzhou and Jizhou banners. No one knew who started the fight first, which then escalated into a group brawl.
Both sides engaged in a free-for-all, and the scene was chaotic. Albugu and other flag officers tried to intervene, but both sides were too fired up to be stopped.
When the city gates caught fire, the fish in the pond were also affected. Some flag officers and escorts suffered punches and kicks for no reason.
Albugu, with a small head, short stature, and a green fur collar around his neck, was so angry that his face turned red. He drew his waist knife and shouted to stop them, but was pushed to the ground by someone and lay on his back, unable to get up for a long time.
Qin girl Xiao Qing was so frightened that her face turned pale. Hiding among the Youzhou villagers, she could only cast concerned glances at Zhou Fugui, but could do nothing.
"You eloquent white-skinned slave! Your grandmother, you're asking for a beating!" As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its owner. The burly man from Jizhou lunged at Zhou Fugui.
He had just bought a new pair of trousers and hadn't even worn them for long before the old horse kicked two holes in them. The burly man felt his flesh ache, and he was also furious at Zhou Fugui's scolding. So he roared and lunged at Zhou Fugui with his fists, striking straight down.
"Are you going to fight?"
Zhou Fugui threw away his weapon and strode forward.
They were all part of the same Yan puppet army, known as Han thieves, and were comrades on the same front... Therefore, they did not use weapons if they could avoid it. Using weapons was a serious matter, and both sides tacitly put away their weapons to see whose fists were harder.
The burly man was a fierce northern man, strong and muscular, with a broad back and a powerful waist. His fists flew like the wind, striking directly at Zhou Fugui's fair face. Zhou Fugui was also strong, but one was dark and strong, while Zhou Fugui was fair and strong, his flesh as white as a white strip in the waves.
If this punch landed squarely, Zhou Fugui's handsome face would surely be beaten into an ugly monster...
Heads can be cut off, blood can flow, but hairstyles cannot be messed up! How could Zhou Fugui let his opponent succeed? So he dodged the burly man's fierce attack, quickly flashed behind the burly man, and swiftly kicked him at the back of his knee.
The burly man had thick skin and flesh, and being hit in other areas was like a scratch. His weak points were joints and throats. Zhou Fugui knew this well, so with one kick, he made the opponent kneel on one knee in the mud.
This was Zhou Fugui holding back, otherwise, if he had kicked the burly man's knee, his leg would have been crippled.
"Haha, did you just eat sea cucumber... Ouch!"
Zhou Fugui twisted the opponent's left arm and laughed heartily, but before he could finish speaking, the burly man struck with his right arm, his elbow hitting Zhou Fugui's head with great force, directly knocking Zhou Fugui backward. With a "plop," he fell into the mud.
"You cursed slave, you disguised woman, you're seeking death!"
The burly man roared and leaped up, like Mount Tai pressing down, towards Zhou Fugui.
If this pressure landed squarely, not only would Zhou Fugui's handsome little face be in danger, but his internal organs would also be severely harmed.
"Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!"
"Brother Dian Meng is truly mighty!"
"Fugui is not far behind, well done!"
The Yan soldiers, no longer forming ranks, cleared a space for the two fighting men. Holding their weapons, they watched the fight and cheered loudly.
Albugu, who had finally gotten up, sat on the ground with his nose crooked with anger, but could do nothing to stop it.
The burly man named Dian Meng, as ferocious as his name suggested, charged fiercely. The frightened Zhou Fugui, lying on the ground, kicked him towards Dian Meng's chest and abdomen, using the momentum to spin him 180 degrees. With a "crack," he landed in the muddy water.
"Good cursed slave!"
Although Dian Meng was disoriented from the fall, he quickly got up and lunged at Zhou Fugui again. Dian Meng was fierce, and Zhou Fugui was not weak either, so the two of them grappled together, fighting to a stalemate, evenly matched.
"Rip!" After a long fight, Dian Meng's pants finally couldn't bear the strain and were torn open with a large gap, revealing Dian Meng's dark red backside.
"Hahahaha!"
Seeing this, the Yan soldiers burst into laughter.
"I... I... Wah..."
At this moment, Dian Meng stopped fighting with Zhou Fugui. Holding up his pants, he actually burst into tears.
Although Dian Meng was exceptionally fierce, he was only just over twenty years old.
"Ah? Why are you crying... crying?"
Zhou Fugui had also taken quite a few punches and kicks from Dian Meng, and his body was covered in mud, but his clothes were intact. Moreover, Zhou Fugui adhered to the principle of not messing up his hairstyle during a fight, so he did not look as disheveled as Dian Meng, at least better than him.
Zhou Fugui, panting, looked at Dian Meng and asked with a mixture of laughter and tears.
"My mother... my mother... spent a full three months sewing this. I've only worn it for less than a day, and it's... you have to pay me, or I swear I won't rest until this is resolved!" Dian Meng said with a mournful face.
"Haha, swear you won't rest until this is resolved?" Zhou Fugui couldn't help but laugh at this. "It's just a pair of pants. I'll send you more later. Stop your nonsense."
It was true that Zhou Fugui's old horse, Old Ma, with its strange temper, had kicked and torn Dian Meng's pants... So it was indeed the horse's fault.
"You said that, right? You can't lie to me." Although Dian Meng didn't believe Zhou Fugui's words, he had no choice.
Dian Meng was usually an unrivaled fighter, but he fought Zhou Fugui, who had white flesh and looked like a disguised woman, to a draw. Therefore, Dian Meng had some respect for Zhou Fugui.
"Are you done fighting?" The camp general Murong Tengge, upon hearing the news, finally arrived with over a hundred cavalrymen. Riding on his horse, his face ashen, he looked at Zhou Fugui and Dian Meng and ordered, "Guards, tie up these two!"
Murong Tengge's subordinates heard this and pounced like wolves and tigers, tying up both of them securely.
According to Yan army law, those who cause chaos in the ranks are beheaded!