Chapter 40: Mountain Village Youth (Part 1)

  But Wang Xu quickly calmed down and carefully observed for a while, then hesitated: "How many people did you see clearly? I only vaguely saw more than ten people!"

  "Uh-huh! Me too." Xu Shu nodded immediately.

  Instead, Wang Fei slowly shook his head and said: "No, what you saw should be the group that is robbing, but I just caught a glimpse of several people blocking the exits around the village under the firelight, adding up to over ten people!"

  Upon hearing this, Wang Xu looked back again and after carefully observing for a while, he suddenly saw the big men holding knives at several exits of the village. Because these places were relatively dark, he hadn't noticed them earlier, and could only barely see them with the occasional flash of firelight.

  He couldn't help but look at Wang Fei in surprise. "Second brother, I didn't expect you to be so meticulous!"

  "Haha!" With a slight smile, Wang Fei said nonchalantly: "What's the big deal about being meticulous? It's just that my eyes are a bit sharper. But what do we do now? Rescue or not?"

  After carefully observing the entire village and its surroundings again, confirming that there were no more hidden people, Wang Xu looked coldly at the Yellow Turbans who were looting and burning in the distance, and lightly spat out a word. "Save!"

  Without hesitation, he raised his long gun and set off on horseback, galloping towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

  Xu Shu saw the situation and also burst out laughing, closely following him to charge forward. However, Wang Fei was unexpectedly silent, not making a sound as he urged his horse on. But it turned out that he was saving his energy for later, and in fact charged even more fiercely than Wang Xu, while also shielding Xu Shu between himself and Wang Xu.

  Not far away, in the blink of an eye. The three yellow turbans who were blocking the villagers from escaping at the south village entrance suddenly heard the loud horseshoes and the shouting of the horsemen, and immediately turned their heads to look.

  The ones who entered were three mounted cavalrymen with long guns in hand and clad in iron armor. Although the cavalry looked a bit small, it didn't affect the sense of power brought by the charge at all!

  The three of them didn't have time to think carefully, because the other side's speed was too fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, they had already rushed up close, and the big Yellow Turban man, in his panic, had just raised the copper-headed knife in his hand when he felt a chill in his chest. As he opened his mouth to shout, it was filled with blood spouting out. He widened his disbelieving eyes and slowly fell backwards.

  Wang Xu took down one with a single spear thrust, ignoring the nearby villagers who were screaming and retreating in panic, and rushed straight to the center of the village where the flames were most intense.

  From a distance, I saw a group of big men rushing from house to house. One of them was snatching a grain bag from a woman's hands on the street, and although she had been dragged to the ground, she refused to let go. Sobbing loudly, with a miserable face, she begged: "This is our last food, you can't take it away, this is my son's ration!"

  But the Yellow Turban Han was clearly unmoved, and seeing that the woman refused to let go, his eyes flashed with ferocity as he raised his long knife in an instant.

  But before the knife could fall, a crisp voice suddenly rang out. "I'll fight you to the death, you damned bastard!"

  The big Han in yellow scarf was taken aback by these words and stared blankly at the young man holding a kitchen knife beside the front door.

  Wang Xu, who had been rushing over after seeing the scene from afar, also hesitated for a moment when he heard these words. But then he quickly reacted and shouted without caring about anything: "We must save that young man!"

  Seeing that young man already holding a kitchen knife and rushing over crazily, the big Han in yellow scarf also came back to his senses, grinning hideously as he raised the long knife in his hand once again.

  Wang Xu, unable to wait any longer, didn't have time to think carefully and suddenly raised his long spear with one hand, aiming at the Yellow Turban soldier. With a burst of internal energy, he threw the long spear out with great force from his right hand.

  The long spear flew out and pierced the body of the yellow turban thief in an instant, while he still maintained the motion of raising his knife.

  That crazy young man didn't notice any of this, and with the kitchen knife in his hand, he continued to hack at the completely motionless Yellow Turban warrior. It wasn't until the opponent's body suddenly fell to the ground that he came back to himself, staring foolishly at the long spear that had pierced through the entire body of the Yellow Turban bandit.

  Before he could react, Wang Xu had already drawn his long sword from his waist again and galloped over. He shouted loudly: "Brother, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and carry your mother back into the house!"

  With the sound, Wang Xu and the other two also whizzed past the young man's side, rushing towards the distant Yellow Turbans.

  When the young man heard the two words "old mother" in Wang Xu's sentence, his body suddenly trembled and he was stunned for a moment.

  But he didn't react slowly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already pulled back the woman who was frightened by the Yellow Turbans' miserable appearance and turned pale, not even wanting food...

  More than twenty Yellow Turban bandits, how can they be the opponents of Wang Xu and his three men? Especially since they are scattered all over the place, not one of them is a match for Wang Xu and his companions.

  It was just about the time it took for three people to run around the village, and only one of the Yellow Turbans was left. This was still at the last moment, Wang Xu forcibly rescued from Wang Fei's hands.

  As Wang Xu and others took action, the villagers also reacted and saw that the Yellow Turbans had been exterminated, and they spontaneously organized to put out the fire.

  But Wang Xu didn't have time to deal with this, glaring at the Yellow Turban bandit who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy: "If you answer my questions honestly, I can spare your life!"

  "I'll say, I'll say! Just spare my life and I'll tell you everything!" The Yellow Turban bandit, upon hearing that he had a chance to live, immediately lifted his head, tears streaming down his face as he continuously kowtowed, his eyes fixed excitedly on Wang Xu.

  "How did you end up here? Do you have any companions around?"

  As Wang Xu's icy voice fell, Wang Fei beside him also roared in a fierce tone: "Speak the truth! If there is even half a word of falsehood, I will make sure you cannot escape death!"

  "No! No!" The Yellow Turban bandit, who was kneeling on the ground, was startled by Wang Fei and immediately fell back onto his buttocks, waving his hands repeatedly.

  "We are a group of twenty or so mountain bandits who recently joined the Yellow Turbans. With the Battle of Yingchuan imminent and food in short supply, we were sent out to borrow grain from the villagers. We're one of several groups dispatched for this purpose, and we're the only ones operating in these surrounding villages."

  "Yongchuan?" A cold hum, Wang Xu immediately roared: "Do you think I'm a fool? This place is at least two hundred miles away from Yongchuan, why did you run so far to collect grain?"

  "I'm telling the truth!" Facing Wang Xu's anger, the Yellow Turban bandit suddenly looked crestfallen and wailed: "We had no choice either. Our superiors ordered us to collect grain, but also explicitly forbade us from plundering, only allowing us to borrow politely. But ordinary civilians wouldn't agree to that, would they? In order to gain merit, yet fearing being punished by military law if our superiors found out, we ran so far to plunder."

  "Really?"

  Seeing Wang Xu's skepticism, the Yellow Turban bandit immediately raised his hand and swore to heaven: "A thousand truths and ten thousand certainties! If I have half a word of falsehood, you can cut off my four limbs and throw me into the mountains and wilds to feed the beasts!"

  Actually, Wang Xu had already believed eight-tenths of his words in his heart. After all, this Yellow Turban bandit didn't look like the kind with a deep mind. Looking at the other's pitiful appearance, he didn't even bother to take action against such a person again. He coldly said: "Scram! Don't continue being evil, otherwise you wouldn't have had such good luck today!"

  "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, young master!"

  The yellow scarf bandits saw that they could save their lives and immediately knocked three loud heads. Then quickly got up, and ran out of the village in a fluster!

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