The magistrate's mansion was not difficult to find. It occupied a large area, and there were gardens and pavilions inside. There was also a small bridge with flowing water, a fake mountain with vines, and a martial arts field not far away. Further away was a lotus pond that was more than an acre wide. The lotus flowers in it were blooming brilliantly, competing for beauty.
Zhou Zhang stood on the roof of a building and looked at the Prefect Mansion in the distance. The mansion was brightly lit. Groups of Qing soldiers patrolled back and forth. They walked in an orderly manner, and the clanging of armor sounded.
Other than the patrolling soldiers, there were also soldiers guarding the doors, corridors, and entrances. Looks like this Fucha. The magistrate of Xirong was afraid of death. There were probably more than a thousand Qing soldiers stationed there.
There were also patrolling soldiers around his residence. If they encountered any enemies, they would be able to provide assistance immediately.
Originally, the commandant general was in charge of the army. Now that he was dead, the military power temporarily fell into his hands. Otherwise, this fellow probably wouldn't have so many soldiers to mobilize.
However, with Zhou Zhang's current strength, there was nothing to fear.
The corner of Zhou Zhang's mouth curled into a cold smile. His body was extremely swift and violent, like an arrow that had left the bow. He kept jumping on the roof and directly rushed towards the magistrate's mansion.
At this moment, at the edge of the Prefect Mansion's martial arts practice field, a team of five Qing soldiers marched in an orderly manner. They held their heads high, their hands holding spears as they patrolled the surroundings.
But the next moment, pa! An undisguised sound of an object falling to the ground was heard.
"Who is it?"
" Who is it? Come out!"
Swoosh! The five of them turned their heads almost at the same time. They frowned slightly and shouted in the direction of the voice with serious expressions.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the dark night and slowly entered the eyes of the five Qing soldiers. The pupils of the five Qing soldiers contracted when they saw the man's attire. They were filled with disbelief and horror.
He was tall and handsome. He was wearing a black flying fish robe, and the hilt of the long saber at his waist was held by his left hand. He looked indescribably handsome and elegant.
"Rebel…"
"Come quickly…"
The five of them came back to their senses very quickly. They opened their mouths in fear, wanting to sound the alarm. However, he only heard a crisp and melodious sound of a long saber being unsheathed, and a cold light flashed in the blink of an eye.
Then, they felt their vision darken, and all their senses quickly left their bodies.
Zhou Zhang's long saber was pulled out by his right hand and then sheathed. The five Qing soldiers in front of him had a clear bloody scar on their throats.
Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!
Then, five heads instantly separated from their necks, and blood spurted out from their necks like a fountain. It was more than three feet high, forming a rain of blood that scattered in all directions. Following that, there were bangs as headless corpses fell to the ground one after another, and blood gradually spread.
After Zhou Zhang drew his saber, he walked into the distance without even looking at these corpses. On the way past the martial arts field, Zhou Zhang saw the weapons on the shelves on both sides and could not help but stop.
Logically speaking, although Zhou Zhang had cultivated saber techniques, his strength was so terrifying. It was indeed much less efficient to just use a saber to slash people.
Zhou Zhang carefully examined the weapons on the shelf. There were all kinds of weapons. Those who could exert their full strength were naturally long weapons. He casually picked up a few items, and they all weighed more than 20 catties, which greatly disappointed Zhou Zhang.
However, this was understandable. An ordinary person's long sword weighed only a few pounds. It was already very taxing to wield it for a long time. As for long weapons, 20 pounds was already not light, and it was even more difficult to wield them.
Long weapons were usually used on the battlefield, and people in the martial world rarely used them.
This was because long weapons relied on the strength of the warhorses to produce terrifying cutting power. Moreover, before the person arrived, the weapon had already hit the opponent, creating a huge advantage. Therefore, the famous generals of the past generations mostly used long weapons.
Zhou Zhang weighed a few weapons in his hand until he picked up the Green Dragon Halberd. Only then did Zhou Zhang's eyes light up. This Green Dragon Halberd was probably more than a hundred pounds. It was black in color and twelve feet long. It was carved with a coiling dragon and decorated with red paint. It was hung with a colorful axe and had a single crescent moon. Zhou Zhang was very satisfied with it.
One had to know that Lu Bu, the famous War God of the Zhou Dynasty, only used a halberd that weighed 40 pounds and was also 12 feet long. It was already invincible on the battlefield.
"Looks like it's the training equipment that Xirong left behind to show off. In my hands, it's a good weapon to kill and drink blood!”
In this world, only Zhou Zhang could carry a weapon weighing more than a hundred catties and kill the enemy.
"Who is it?"
"Stand still!"
Just as Zhou Zhang had chosen a weapon that he was satisfied with, another squad of Qing soldiers finally arrived at this place. The night was dark. Although the place was brightly lit, they were far away and could not see clearly. They only saw someone waving a weapon in the martial arts arena. They could not help but shout angrily and quickly walked over.
"Alright, stand still!"
The corners of Zhou Zhang's mouth curled up, revealing a pure white and sinister smile.
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