Chapter 193

Clamor and shouting, beating and scolding, crying and pleading.

Chaotic, jumbled sounds and movements of all kinds poured continuously into the ears.

"Early in the morning, stop the noise!"

Without lifting his eyelids, Lin Dao raised his hand and slapped out.

*Pa! *

The sound was crisp and sticky.

"Benefactor~"

Li Shishi was full of grievance. "It wasn't me~"

Lin Dao finally opened his eyes.

A familiar expanse of white.

His gaze shifted upward, looking at Li Shishi's pretty face full of aggrieved expression.

Thoughts recovered; listening to those noisy sounds, they all came from outside the carriage.

He sat up, climbed over Li Shishi, reached out and pulled open the window curtain.

Li Shishi's brothel courtyard walls were quite high; he couldn't see the situation outside.

He got up, dressed, and instructed, "You go prepare some food and wait; I'm going out to take a look."

Finished packing up, he opened the door, got off the carriage, locked the door and left the courtyard.

Inside Jinqian Alley, as always, there was not a soul in sight.

But stepping out of the alley entrance onto Ma Qian Jie, it was bustling with people coming and going, shouts incessant in the ears.

Lin Dao, wearing Stamped Full-body Armor, had an AUG slung diagonally across his back, a Glock and a Ram's Horn Hammer hanging at both sides of his waist.

He raised a hand and shook out his snow-white Cape, then strode toward the alley entrance.

Exiting the alley entrance, it was as if he had arrived in another World.

Three shifts of Yamen Runners, Prefecture and County Small Clerks. Song Army wearing Fanyang hats.

Every single one roared and howled like ferocious evil spirits.

Small Clerks flipped through Booklets, going door to door to every household.

Yamen Runners waved the iron rulers, chains, and water-fire clubs in their hands, smashing doors and breaking into Civilian Houses.

From within Civilian Houses came crying sounds, pleading sounds, sounds of beating and scolding.

Amidst the myriad chaotic sounds, there were young women, crying as they were dragged out the door by chains.

Family members who followed out were beaten to the ground one after another.

Yamen Runners and Soldiers who had looted Gold Silver Wealth and Juan Bai drove and beat the commoners who followed pleading.

There were women unwilling to suffer humiliation, who ran and threw themselves into Water Wells.

Family members cried and shouted in grief and anger, yet they could only cry and shout.

Yamen Runners and Soldiers hung with all manner of looted objects merely spat a mouthful of bad luck, turned around, Booklets in hand, and continued on to seek the next household.

As far as the eye could see, all of this was so absurd and laughable.

Lin Dao here roughly understood what was going on.

History Books have records.

The Jin people demanded Gold Silver Juan Bai, Mules Horses, and women.

The Song Court, soft as boneless to the outside, turned around and began ferociously scraping the people of Bianliang City, striving to supply the Jin people's needs.

"Huu~~~"

Lin Dao calmed his breath.

"What difference is there from the Great Qing who ceded land and paid indemnities."

Great cowards, truly nauseating!

He raised a hand to touch the assault rifle, then put it back down.

He took the Ram's Horn Hammer from his waist and gripped it in hand, striding forward.

The few Soldiers guarding the intersection with bows and crossbows, seeing Lin Dao walking over, were all greatly surprised.

The reason was none other.

The Stamped Full-body Armor on Lin Dao's body was simply too beautiful and eye-catching.

It looked a hundred times better than the Battle Armor their Commandant wore.

"Which Powerful Figure is this?"

"Could it be the Grand Commandant?"

"The various Great Kings?"

"Could it be the Emperor?!"

Amidst the astonishment, Lin Dao had already arrived before a Song Army soldier, looking down at him from above.

The Song Army soldier trembled a bit, subconsciously swallowing his saliva.

Lin Dao's aura was too overwhelming; the intense oppression brought by the armor, and the killing intent cultivated from countless trips to the battlefield.

These breaths came straight at him, like a Mountain Pressing Top.

The Song Army soldier's throat went dry; he even subconsciously wanted to Kneel.

"You all~"

"Whose subordinates are you?"

The Song Army soldier trembled, "Fo, Four Walls Patrol Inspector, Fan Du Tong~"

"Oh." Behind the Face Armor, Lin Dao's voice was a bit muffled. "It's Fan Qiong."

As the words fell, he raised the Ram's Horn Hammer in his hand.

Bang!

The Song Army soldier wearing a Fanyang hat had his head burst open.

He shook the Hammer, and Lin Dao's gaze swept over the few people nearby.

Several Song Army soldiers were all dumbstruck.

This is inside Bianliang City; who would dare lay hands on them?

Whirr!

The Ram's Horn Hammer, carrying a fierce wind-splitting sound, smashed down once more.

Another Song Army soldier fell to the ground.

Only now did the remaining people come to their senses.

They immediately threw down the Bows and Crossbows in their hands, turned around, and ran.

Without a doubt, they were all the most standard Song Army soldiers in this era.

Lin Dao did not pursue either; he stood on the street looking around, the gaze behind his Face Armor sharp as a blade.

The Yamen Runners and Soldiers on the street all looked at him in astonishment.

As Lin Dao stepped forward, the crowd that had recovered their wits scattered in flight.

He hung the Hammer back at his waist, and took out the Glock.

Aiming at a Song Army soldier's leg.

Bang!

The Song Army soldier with blood spurting from his back immediately fell prone on the ground.

Lin Dao was expressionless, not showing the slightest reaction.

The muzzle turned, pointing at another Song Army soldier.

Bang!

Missed.

With the distance opened up, the handgun's accuracy was indeed not high.

Lin Dao lowered his head to look at the Glock in his hand.

"This gun is no good."

He rarely shot handguns, after all he didn't lack them.

A whistling bullet flew past his ear; that Song Army soldier who had escaped death, however, was so frightened his legs went soft, and he directly fell prone on the ground.

Originally he only needed to climb up and continue running, just like his comrades.

But his heart was too terrified; he propped himself up several times but all failed to climb up.

Because of terror he wailed and sobbed loudly.

The misery of his crying was even more shrill compared to the commoners who had suffered calamity earlier.

The commoners on the street all silently watched all this.

Heavy footsteps transmitted over; Lin Dao stepped forward and arrived beside the Soldier.

"Cry once more, and I'll beat you to death!"

The Soldier's crying shout stopped abruptly.

"Stand up."

The Soldier who had lost his Fanyang hat trembled as he rose, head lowered trembling like a quail, not daring to look even once more.

This is the Great Song capital's army!

No wonder the Jin people were arrogant to the extreme.

Facing opponents like these chicks, who could not be rampant?

"Where is your Commander?"

"At, at Zhuque Gate." The Soldier voluntarily gave instructions: "Heard a Jin envoy is coming to collect human goods, the Commander is waiting."

"What time?"

"The agreed time is Si Hour Initial."

Bang!

Lin Dao turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the many commoners on the street.

In the commoners' gazes, there was much fear.

No one came forward to give thanks, even more no one ran over to shout, willing to follow the benefactor to kill enemies~~~

Lin Dao did not speak, stepping back to Jinqian Alley.

A plunder of this scale, organized, arranged by the Officials city-wide, he cannot save them all.

Fortunately there is an exact time and location; when the time comes, directly cut off the source.

Returning to the Brothel Courtyard, Lin Dao opened the Car door, took off the Helmet, Face Armor, Neck Guard, Iron Gloves, took out washing up tools and washed up.

Li Shishi had already made Breakfast on this side.

Just heating Milk, frying an egg and Meat Slices and such.

No technical content.

"Not enough."

Lin Dao, who had Exercise in the morning, eating and drinking instructed: "Add a bit more."

Li Shishi hurriedly went to make more.

Eating and drinking his fill, Lin Dao glanced at the time; it was already past half past eight.

In the Modern World, workers had already begun their hard labor to earn a living.

Here, it was time for him to start work too.

"Stay put."

Lin Dao picked up the walkie-talkie and handed it over. "I'm heading out to work."

He got off the carriage, locked the door, took his electric mule, left the courtyard without a courtyard gate, and headed straight for Zhuque Gate.

Watching Lin Dao's figure disappear, Li Shishi tidied up the bowls and chopsticks on her side and changed the messy, stained bedsheet.

After finishing these chores, she skillfully took out snacks and drinks and climbed onto the bed.

She turned on the LCD screen and continued watching the love movie that made her cry and kept her addicted.

Lin Dao rode his electric bicycle forward all the way.

On the road, he came across those looting wealth and abducting women, and disposed of them with a casual strike.

He did not seek others' tears of gratitude; he only wished there were fewer scum in the world.

Zhuque Gate, in front of Zhou Bridge.

"How long do you lot intend to drag this out?"

Wendu Sizhong, serving as Envoy, scolded Fan Qiong with a harsh expression: "Just a bit of wealth and women, and you still haven't gathered them all by now?"

Fan Qiong, wearing armor, accompanied Xiao Yi with a smiling face.

"Envoy, please rest a moment, it'll be ready right away~~~"

"Hmph!"

Wendu Sizhong's expression was unpleasant.

He came today bearing an important mission.

Collecting wealth and women was merely something done along the way.

Last night, Nanxun Gate was attacked; under Han Chang's command as a Wanhu, a Meng'an stationed at Nanxun Gate suffered a destructive blow.

Including Meng'an Zheng Teng, over seven hundred were lost!

The Fourth Prince flew into a rage and was about to lead troops in to massacre the city on the spot.

Fortunately, the Second Prince and Marshal Zonghan stopped him, so he gave up.

It was not that he was unwilling to charge in, but rather that the mysterious person who drove an iron car, charging recklessly and unstoppable, must be eliminated, or all the Wanyan clansmen would be in danger.

"Your Highnesses and Marshals, I have words to convey to your nation."

Wendu Sizhong said with a stern face: "You lot have maliciously sabotaged the peace talks; I fear this alliance cannot be signed."

These words left Fan Qiong greatly alarmed and pale. "Envoy, why go so far?"

If the alliance cannot be signed, does that not mean they still have to fight?

As a general who leads troops, he would have to die on the battlefield!

"Hmph!"

Wendu Sizhong said with an arrogant expression: "Your nation has someone who specifically opposes my Great Jin."

"They have consecutively attacked my Great Jin warriors."

"Your nation commits such acts of sabotaging peace talks; what alliance is there to sign!"

Fan Qiong immediately flew into a rage, his voice like a great bell.

"Who?!"

"Who is it?!"

"Who has the dog's gall to dare attack Great Jin warriors and sabotage peace talks?"

"This general will go kill him right now!"

On Zhou Bridge, a clear voice responded.

"It's me~~~"

Everyone present simultaneously turned to look.

Only to see an iron-armored person sitting on a strange vehicle, ignoring the many surrounding Song soldiers, slowly coming over.

After parking the electric bicycle, Lin Dao got off and pulled out the key.

The gaze behind the face armor first swept over the many crying women guarded by soldiers and yamen runners not far away.

His eyebrow twitched slightly, his eyes full of fierce light.

Then he glanced at the gold, silver, and wealth filling one large cart after another.

Various silks and brocades filled the vehicles.

The wealth created by the common people's hard work was just handed over to the scum like this.

His gaze swept back and landed on Wendu Sizhong's face.

A typical Jurchen face.

Finally, he looked at Fan Qiong.

"I heard you want to kill me?"

Fan Qiong's expression was uncertain and doubtful.

Lin Dao's entire armor outfit was too flashy.

To be honest, it was the dazzling kind.

He asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

"Your mother's lover."

Fan Qiong flew into a rage and drew his blade: "Kill him!"

'Bang!'

"Howl~~~"

Fan Qiong, shot through the thigh, dropped the weapon in his hand, sat on the ground hugging his leg and howling.

The bodyguards around him froze for a moment, then rushed up.

"Tutututu~~~"

Under the AUG sweeping fire, ten plus bodyguards were immediately knocked down on the ground.

Seeing this miserable scene before him, Wendu Sizhong at the side had eyelids jumping wildly, heart beating like a drum.

"It's him! It's him! It's exactly him!"

(End of Chapter)