Ming Dynasty: I, Emperor Chongzhen, swear not to go to Meishan

Tian Boguang and Shen Baichuan chose the table in the corner. They went to drink and chat without paying attention to the drinkers coming in and out.

At some point, the hotel was filled with drinking guests. This was normal, but Shen Baichuan secretly felt something was wrong.

Because this small hotel is located in a remote place, there are no famous signature dishes, and the wine is watered down, there are not many guests coming to eat and drink, and the business is not very good. This is what Shen Baichuan and Tian Boguang often do. Come here to drink and discuss things.

But today I don’t know what happened, and suddenly there were more diners coming to eat and drink. Maybe it was the owner of the small hotel who had good luck, or maybe it was just a coincidence.

But for Shen Baichuan, who works as a spy and has a meticulous mind, coincidences do not exist. As long as there are abnormalities, he will be suspicious.

He took a cursory glance and found that the five or six empty wine tables in the store were already occupied by diners who were dining in twos and threes. All the diners were not only young, but also looked tough. The most important thing was that their arms were bulging. What's going on.

A few of the diners were dressed like people in the world, placing sheathed iron swords on the wine table, chatting and drinking in a carefree manner.

That's all. The diners' eyes glanced at the two of them for a long time. When they saw Shen Baichuan looking over, they either looked away as if nothing had happened, or lowered their heads to eat.

For Shen Baichuan, this was indeed abnormal enough, which made him wary, and at the same time he secretly sighed that something was wrong, because neither of them had bodyguards to protect them today.

Shen Baichuan kicked Tian Boguang under the table, gestured at him with his thumb and index finger, reached into his arms with his left hand, took out the revolver, and placed it on his thigh.

Because it was covered by the wide sleeves and robes, even if someone stood nearby, they couldn't see the revolver in his hand.

Tian Boguang, who was sitting opposite, saw Shen Baichuan's gestures and his heart skipped a beat, but his face did not change much and his eyes did not look around. Instead, he quietly reached into his arms and held the revolver hidden in his arms. gun handle.

The faces of the two looked very calm, but their eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. The Donglin Party members were so damn arrogant that they dared to send assassins to assassinate them in broad daylight. If they were caught by them, they would not be able to survive. , I can’t die.

An invisible murderous aura filled the small hotel, and the temperature suddenly dropped, making people feel as cold as if they were in the middle of winter.

Shen Baichuan and Tian Boguang knew that the killer was about to take action. They exchanged glances with each other, grabbed the porcelain plate and bowl on the wine table, and threw it out suddenly.

More than a dozen assassins were about to attack, but they didn't expect that the identity of the two men was revealed. They took action first. They didn't even bother to draw out their swords and other weapons, and hurriedly avoided. Although they avoided the impact of the flying porcelain dishes and bowls, they were splashed by them. The vegetable juice poured all over him, making him look very embarrassed.

An assassin had just drawn his iron sword and was about to rush forward when he heard a loud gunshot. The assassin screamed and fell down, frightening the other assassins and making the hotel owner and shopkeeper hiss. Screaming, rolling and crawling out of the store, or hiding under the cabinet.

There were two more gunshots, and Tian Boguang, who fired first, fired two more shots, shooting down an assassin who was coming towards him.

"Brother Tian, ​​take it easy." Shen Baichuan then raised his gun and shot down another assassin who rushed towards him, while reminding Tian Boguang to save bullets.

Tian Boguang was missing a left arm and could not load ammunition with one hand. The revolver only had six bullets. He had fired three times and there were only three bullets left in the gun. There were still eleven or twelve assassins.

"Brother Shen, hold on, hehe." Tian Boguang chuckled,

The remaining dozen or so assassins learned a lesson. They overturned the wine table as a cover, grabbed wooden stools and threw them at the two of them.

Tian Boguang and Shen Baichuan hurriedly dodge, and the flying wooden bench hit the wall hard, falling to pieces and causing dust from the roof to fall.

The space of the small hotel was not very spacious, and the two of them were sitting at a table in the corner, making the space even narrower. There were many tables, chairs, and wooden stools flying in. The two of them had no way to avoid it, and they were hit twice, painfully. He had to grimace with his teeth bared.

"run."

The two of them shouted in unison, raised their guns and fired while moving towards the window. While the assassin shrank his head to avoid the bullets, Tian Boguang took the lead in running out of the window, while Shen Baichuan stood in front of the window to cover with his gun raised.

In this case, you would really be a fool not to run away.