Chapter Fifteen Experiment

  After Pang Gang pulled out the bloody curved knife from Wang Dama's belly, he looked at the small woman on the bed covering her mouth with a pale face and felt embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he instructed Li Xian: "Li Laobo, you take this little lady back first, and head in the direction of the Wei Suo, otherwise if things get chaotic later, she definitely won't be able to leave!"

  Li Xian knew he was also old and couldn't help much even if he moved his hands, so he agreed.

  After Pang Gang finished speaking, he beckoned to Da Zhuang and the two of them crawled under the bed together, laboriously pulling out a large trunk. When they opened it, it was full of glittering silver coins. The moment the lid opened, the room fell silent!

  "Gulp......" Someone nearby swallowed a mouthful of water, the sound was extremely clear.

  Looking at the big box full of silver, Pang Gang's fingers couldn't help but move a few times, and then shook his head again. The silver was indeed good, but its weight of nearly two hundred kilograms made him sigh in dismay.

  Dazhuang swallowed the excessive saliva in his throat for the fourth time, and trembled with his voice: "Gengzi, we... let's divide these silver coins. With these silver coins, we can live a good life."

  Pang Gang slowly turned his body and stared at Da Zhuang for a long time without speaking. His eerie gaze made this man feel uneasy, and he stuttered, "Gang Zi, why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

  Pang Gang didn't say a word, shook his head and asked: "There are three thousand taels of silver here, how many catties can you carry?"

  "I... I can at least carry fifty kilograms and walk back to the guard post." Da Zhuang was somewhat dissatisfied.

  "You pig-headed fool!" The dog, Ge, slammed a loud walnut on Da Zhuang's forehead with some annoyance and scolded, "Idiot, if we each carried tens of kilograms of silver, forget about rescuing people, we wouldn't even be able to return to the guard post. Not to mention we still have to fight against the bandits, do you want to die carrying so much silver?"

  "Hehe... I just said that." Da Zhuang, who was scolded by Gou Sheng until his face was covered in saliva, didn't get angry, but instead smiled foolishly and rubbed the back of his head.

  Pang Gang waved his hand, "Alright, everyone stop arguing. It's already the hour of Chou (1am to 3am), time is running out. Everyone take some silver and let's go, remember not to take too much, otherwise if you lose your life, don't blame others."

  After today's events, Pang Gang has already had a hint of being the leader of the crowd. Although everyone was reluctant to hear his words, they all took out some silver from the boxes filled with white silver, ranging from a dozen or two taels to one hundred taels. Even that weak and timid little woman, Pang Gang also handed her a handful of loose silver coins. Finally, Pang Gang didn't forget to let the little woman go first, then asked Da Zhuang to cut off Wang Dama's head with a tablecloth wrapped around it and carried on his body.

  "Alright, everyone go out. Old Man Li will take this lady back to the Wei residence first. The rest of you wait for me at the main gate, I need to deal with some things in the house."

  After the crowd responded with a loud "yes" and left the room, Pang Gang quietly closed the door and inserted the bolt. He then took out the book from his pocket, which he had only partially understood. When he turned to the page with the directory and saw that there were only fifty-five iron ore marks, a hint of excitement flashed across his face.

  So far, he still can't understand how this book can produce weapons out of thin air. However, after a few days of experimentation, he has figured out one thing - to produce cold weapons, corresponding resources are required, such as iron ore for this cold weapon. As for hot weapons, according to the book, they require iron ore, wood, and tungsten ore. But how to supplement these things is still unclear to Pang Gang. Does he need to stuff the ores into the books? Are there other functions of this book? All of this is testing Pang Gang's curiosity, so he can't wait to conduct an experiment.

  With a slightly tense heart, he opened the directory and aligned the directory marked with the remaining price to the box of silver on the ground. As expected, the book slowly changed, turning into a black light ball that slowly floated up, followed by a mechanical voice that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart in Pang Gang's mind, "Metallic white silver detected, does the user want to put the white silver into space?"

  "What the grass! Can this thing talk?" Even with Pang Gang's strong nerves, he was startled, but the voice in his mind didn't care about Pang Gang's words and just kept repeating: "Metal white silver detected. Does the user want to store the white silver in space?"

  "Yes!" Pang Gang replied involuntarily out of curiosity.

  As soon as the words fell, the black light ball immediately shot a black mist at the box on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a full box of white silver was gone. After absorbing the white silver, the black light ball turned back into a book shape and fell into Pang Gang's hand.

  "Damn it, this stuff has eaten away all the silver and I haven't even saved a bit for myself." Although the wild vegetables tasted okay, they couldn't be used as a meal. Pang Gang was so busy with his experiment that he forgot to save a portion for himself.

  He hastily opened the book catalog and was surprised to find that there was an extra line of words on the resource data: 2700 taels of silver.

  "Hmm, I wonder if we can get this silver back?" muttered Pang Gang, his hand on the data of the silver.

  "User, do you need to retrieve the white silver in space?" A voice suddenly echoed in Pang Gang's mind again.

  "Eh......" Pang Gang asked in surprise, "Can it still be taken out?"

  "Affirmative!" The mechanical voice continued to respond in a cold tone.

  "Bring it out then!"

  "Please state the amount." The indifferent voice continued to respond.

  "Take out ten liang will be fine..."

  As time passed, just as Da Zhuang and others waiting at the gate were getting anxious to the extreme limit, the door inside finally opened, and Pang Gang with a strange expression walked out from inside. His face was filled with excitement, shock, and fatigue, obviously what had happened in the house earlier had given him a huge shock.

  Pang Gang waved his hand to signal everyone to set off, and immediately a group of people followed behind him, quickly walking towards the place where the Tun army was detained...

  In the northwest corner of Wangjiatun, there is a fairly large open square, about three hundred steps wide. This was also where the farmers of Wangjiatun would dry their wheat in the past, and today more than 200 captured soldiers from the village were being held here. Although there were no solid barriers around, the bandits did not worry that they would escape. After today's battle, it had become clear that these tattered soldiers were just nominal military households, and if they really fought back, they would be useless. Therefore, Wang Dama put more than 50 bandits on guard around the square and went to drink wine by himself.

  Wang Dama's arrangement was originally not bad, but he forgot one thing. His troops were not a well-disciplined elite army, but a temporary gathering of mobs. Although they could fight bravely for a while, their daily discipline was absolutely very poor.

  No sooner had the sound of clashing fists faded away than the small head in charge of guarding the captives made an excuse to go out for a drink. As the saying goes, "what kind of officer brings out what kind of underlings", by midnight, nearly half of the bandit soldiers had slipped away to drink on some pretext or other, leaving fewer than twenty men to guard the square, and it was in this situation that Pang Gang and his companions made their way onto the square.