Chapter Eleven: An Unexpected Outcome

  Seeing the normally timid Ming dynasty people dare to launch an attack on him, Pai Yilai immediately felt a sense of unprecedented shame.

  It's a sense of humiliation. In his memory, there have only been cases where the Later Jin launched attacks on the Ming people, and he has never seen the Ming people dare to take the initiative to attack the Later Jin army.

  With a face full of shame and anger, he didn't care what the two archers beside him thought, raised the big knife in his hand and charged towards the long spear array.

  Seeing the enemy charging towards him with their spears and swords, Wang Feng's grip on his long spear tightened even further.

  Aim at the enemy's position, raise the long spear and thrust forward fiercely.

  At the same time, a loud roar with all his might also came out of Wang Feng's mouth.

  "First row of riflemen, take aim at target, immediately proceed with bayonet charge.....kill....."

  "Kill....." The seven gunmen standing beside Wang Feng simultaneously let out a loud shout, quickly thrusting the long guns emitting a cold glow in their hands towards the Tartars.

  As the most valiant warrior among the post-Jin Jurchens, Pai Ya La's combat strength can be described in two words: extremely powerful.

  A heavy knife weighing several tens of kilograms was like a toy in his hands, dancing out countless knife flowers and forming a tight defense line in front of him.

  In the blink of an eye, the four long spears that were thrusting straight at him were parried by his large knife.

  However, his good fortune ended here. The remaining four long spears continued to pierce towards his body like the wind.

  The Tartar general, despite wearing two layers of iron armor, still could not withstand the full force of a long spear thrust.

  A crisp metallic collision sounded, the iron heads of the four long guns quickly collided with the iron armor on the Tartar's body. Then, the unstoppable momentum continued to pierce into the Tartar's body, stabbing out four blood holes in the Tartar's chest.

  "How...is this possible..."

  One face stared blankly at the four long spears that had already been thrust into his body, and the Tartar's face was shocked beyond shock.

  It wasn't just that; at this moment, he finally understood why the eight brave warriors he had sent out were annihilated in a short time of one incense stick.

  It turned out that the Ming people they were facing were not ordinary bandits and troops, but a well-trained elite force.

  With a face full of resentment and despair, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

  Wang Feng Meng swiftly pulled out the long spear that had been thrust into his opponent's chest, bringing with it a large amount of fresh blood. With excitement and exhilaration, he immediately followed up with loud commands.

  "First row of riflemen, quickly withdraw and retreat..."

  "Second row, two steps forward, thrust forward, kill..."

  They killed three more Jin soldiers, and there was also a Jin general. Excited, over ten long spearmen took advantage of the situation to kill together the three Jin wounded soldiers gathered in the big courtyard.

  Soon, the large courtyard was filled with nothing but the rapidly spreading smell of blood, and not a single living Tartar could be seen.

  Wei Zheng walked into the courtyard and saw that there were still several Tartar corpses lying on the ground with fresh blood flowing from them, and he nodded his head in great satisfaction.

  King Feng, still immersed in the unprecedented excitement before his eyes, commanded excitedly: "Brother Wang, immediately arrange for someone to go to the back and inform Brother Zhao that the battle has ended. Let him bring people to the main courtyard right away..."

  "The remaining long gunners, in groups of three, searched the entire courtyard on horseback. They protected all the important grain warehouses and took a look to see if there were any survivors left in the yard."

  When Zhao Yun led the follow-up troops and walked into the courtyard with an incredible face, Wang Feng, who was in charge of searching, also rushed over from the backyard excitedly.

  Not yet in front of Wei Zheng, he shouted excitedly: "It's issued, the master of the house, we've made it, there are a lot of grains in the backyard."

  So they took the risk of advancing ahead of schedule, and their goal was food. So when Wang Feng reported back, Wei Zheng's face quickly became covered with excitement.

  Facing Wang Feng, he replied: "It's just right that Brother Zhao has also arrived. Let's go and take a look at the grain together first, and see how much we've gained from our hard work this time."

  When Wei Zheng followed Wang Feng into the granary where the Huns stored their grain, he was also shocked by what he saw.

  Perhaps the Tartars had not yet sent back to their camp the grain they had collected with such pains from all quarters, and the stores here were almost equal to the total of what was possessed by the inhabitants and landowners in a circuit of many miles around.

  Bag after bag of grain was piled up neatly in the granary, and one couldn't see the end at a glance.

  Standing beside Wei Zheng, the oldest and most experienced Zhao Yun let out a long sigh: "Boss, it seems that we've come to the right place this time. Preliminary estimates suggest that this granary has stored at least 100,000 kilograms of grain. If we can transport all of it back, our mountain stronghold will have enough food for a year and a half without any issues. From now on, our mountain stronghold will never have to worry about food again."

  At this moment, Wang Feng, who was standing beside him with a smile on his face, spoke again: "The master of the house, this is still our first gain today, and there are even more eye-catching gains behind?"

  Unsatisfied, Wei Zheng glared at Wang Feng before a hasty smile appeared on his face. Irritated, he said: "It seems that Big Brother Wang has set up an ambush for us again. What are we waiting for? Let's go."

  As the three of them continued walking towards the backyard, a sudden neighing sound of war horses reached Wei Zheng's ears.

  Wei Zheng's eyes lit up and he excitedly asked Wang Feng: "Big Brother Wang, are you talking about the Tartar war horse?"

  Wang Feng nodded and replied, "The master of the house, not only war horses, but also weapons... We found a total of 24 war horses used for battle and 6 pack horses used to pull goods in the backyard."

  "In terms of weapons, a total of three sets of iron armor and 38 sets of leather armor used by the Ming army were found. In addition, there were 26 large knives, 52 long spears, 8 long bows, and 500 arrows, all of which were weapons looted by the Tartars from the Ming army at Moshigou Valley."

  "Moreover, we can also strip off the armor and weapons from the Huns' corpses. The captured weapons and equipment alone are enough to rearm another hundred bandits..."

  "Besides this, we also found over 1,500 taels of silver and 200 taels of gold in the yurt, as well as a small box of other gold, silver and precious jewels."

  Seeing Wang Feng getting more and more excited in front of him, Wei Zheng replied with a helpless expression: "Wang big brother, your idea is good, but it can't be realized. Don't forget, even if we have these weapons, there's no one to equip them..."

  Just then, Wang Feng's face suddenly revealed a mysterious smile, and he replied to the two of them: "Who says there isn't... Master Zhao, what I'm about to say is our final harvest for tonight."

  "When we entered the last big courtyard, we suddenly heard someone's voice. At that time, I thought we had encountered bandits, but after entering, I found out that all the young and strong men from various places were locked in the backyard by the bandits, a total of over 250 people."

  "As expected, after the war is over, these young and strong men will be taken back to Houjin by the Tartars and made into slaves."

  "So many......" Wei Zheng involuntarily let out a cry of surprise.

  With an anxious face, he asked Wang Feng in a questioning tone: "Wang big brother, with so many people, are you sure they will all join us? After all, our identity is that of bandits. Once they join us, even within the borders of the Great Ming, they will be attacked by the Great Ming army."

  Wang Feng's mouth suddenly flashed a cold smile, and he said to Wei Zheng with a face full of murderous intent: "The master of the house, if they are not willing to join us, in order to prevent our news from leaking out, we can only kill them. So, they have only one way to choose...

  "Kill them....." Wei Zheng's eyebrows furrowed as he muttered to himself.

  Wang Feng's response was as if it were a matter of course: "Big boss, this is not the time to show mercy. If we don't kill them, once we leave, these people will reveal our information to the Qing dynasty... Later on, our mountain stronghold will face more and more Qing counterattacks..."

  "For the sake of the safety of our remaining brothers in the mountain stronghold, we must kill those who are unwilling to follow us, to eliminate future troubles...."

  Although Wei Zheng has accepted his bandit identity, he cannot bring himself to wield a butcher's knife and slaughter ordinary civilians who are powerless to resist.

  Not only can't he do it himself, but also won't allow his subordinates to do so when he receives this message.

  Due to his understanding of history, Wei Zheng was certain that once he allowed and indulged his subordinates in doing so.

  Having experienced it for the first time, there will be a second time...

  If things go on like this, it won't be long before the dozens of brothers under my command will completely degenerate into a gang of evil bandits with no possibility of redemption.

  But this was obviously not the result Wei Zheng wanted.

  In Wei Zheng's eyes, the dozens of people in front of him were temporarily bandits, but one day he would train them into an army.