Chapter Fourteen: Infiltration

  "Little sister, don't turn around, your three swaying steps are really captivating, it makes me, brother, drool......"

  The gentle breeze with the breath of spring made Wang Dama feel that all his pores were open, and he walked unsteadily along a small alley. On the way, he met many patrolling soldiers who greeted him, and he rarely waved back to return their courtesy.

  As soon as he thought of the little girl in his house, Wang Dama's heart began to burn with desire again. He quickly walked into a narrow alley, and after passing through this alley, he would arrive at his bedroom. At this moment, Wang Dama was already somewhat impatient.

  At this time, he was so excited that he didn't notice that there were already several "tails" hanging behind him.

  In ancient times, people emphasized early sleep and early rise. In an era without electric lights and nightlife, people were accustomed to going to bed after dark, which also indirectly benefited Pang Gang and his companions. After avoiding the sparse patrol soldiers on the periphery, Pang Gang and his group basically had a smooth journey.

  But new problems soon emerged, that is, they were not familiar with the terrain of Wangjiatun. If they wandered around, it would be like a blind man riding a blind horse. They wanted to catch someone alive to ask for directions, but found that the patrolling bandits were at least ten or more together, making it impossible for them to make a move. Just when Pang Gang was at a loss, they luckily discovered a person, someone who seemed to have status among the bandits.

  Looking from afar at Wang Dama's swaying figure, Pang Gang said in a low voice: "Follow him, perhaps he can tell us where the captured brothers are being held."

  Wang Damaizi came to his residence with a wobbly gait, greeted the two guards standing at the door and walked straight in.

  As Wang Dama walked into the house, Pang Gang's black eyes sparkled in the dark night: "Everyone string up their crossbows. Da Zhuang and Gou Sheng form one group, Lao Li and Li Yuan form another group, and simultaneously take care of the guards at the door. Remember to aim carefully before shooting, if you can't kill them with one shot and they sound the alarm, we'll all be trapped here. Does everyone understand?"

  "Got it!" came the voices of Da Zhuang, Li Xian and others from behind, followed by a series of tight "clicks", although the sound was not loud, but in this quiet black night, it sounded very piercing.

  Pang Gang looked at the two gatekeeper bandits twenty steps away with some concern after loading the crossbow, fortunately they didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

  "Alright, we've got all the strings up!" came Dazhuang's voice from behind.

  Pang Gang turned his head to look at Li Xian and his son. The old man's face was calm as usual, while the young boy's slightly immature face showed a hint of excitement, causing his hand holding the crossbow to tremble slightly.

  "Take good care of your crossbow and don't shoot askew."

  Pang Gang clenched the crossbow in his hand, "Alright, as I said earlier, two people per group. Da Zhuang, you're responsible for the bandit on the left, Lao Li, you're responsible for the one on the right. Everyone take aim... ready... fire!"

  As the faint and muffled sound of the strings rose, four short and sharp crossbow arrows cut through the air with a low whistling sound, their razor-sharp arrowheads carrying a vengeful anger towards the guards twenty paces away.

  As the heavy bolt pierced into the flesh with a "thud", a dull thumping sound like a sack of sand hitting the ground echoed, and two guards fell one after another in front of the door. The powerful crossbow with a range of over 150 steps had an astonishing penetration power at a distance of only 20 steps. The whizzing bolts pierced through their fragile bodies, and the remaining kinetic energy drove them to continue advancing without stopping until they were blocked by the hard blue bricks. At the same time, the two guards who were pierced by the crossbow bolts did not have time to make any warning sounds before slowly falling to the ground, with a hint of uncomprehending confusion in their eyes at the moment of death.

  Turning his head to glance at the young man beside him with an unusual flush on his face due to excitement, Pang Gang's eyes revealed a hint of approval. He said softly, "Li Yuan, Da Zhuang go drag those two bandits' corpses into the yard, Li Lao Bo, Gou Sheng come with me."

  Soon, two bandit corpses were quickly dragged into the yard, and the originally open gate was also quickly closed.

  When Wang Dama walked into the house with a drunken swagger, a slightly fearful gaze instantly floated towards him. Wang Dama let out a sly chuckle, revealing an inexplicable sense of lechery: "Little wife, we've already slept together for several nights, and can be considered old husband and wife now. Following me to eat and drink well hasn't treated you unfairly either. Isn't it better than following that old good-for-nothing? Come on, let's get cozy again."

  "Bang..."

  Just as Wang Dama was about to enjoy himself, the door was kicked open and he was disturbed. Wang Dama's heart filled with rage, he suddenly stood up and turned around, ready to curse loudly. But what entered his eyes first were several crossbow arrows shining with cold light, pointing directly at him. Wang Dama's intoxication instantly turned into cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

  "What are you? How did you get here?" Wang Damao asked in a panic, saying something very out of character.

  Pang Gang didn't respond to his words, his gaze quickly swept around the room. In addition to the sturdy man, there was a small woman sitting on a plain-colored thin quilt bed beside him. Her petite figure, along with her pale white face and slender hands exposed from her sleeves, formed a stark contrast with the dark-skinned, pockmarked man next to her.

  Pang Gang's gaze inadvertently swept across the table, where several small dishes, a large plate of mantou rice and a jug of wine were placed. He swallowed hard a few times, and Pang Gang felt his stomach start to rumble again.

  The dog leftovers made a gesture to the dog leftovers next to him, and the dog leftovers knowingly put down his crossbow and walked forward to untie Wang Dama's belt and tied him up tightly. Da Zhuang also took out a pair of smelly socks from the corner and stuffed them into his mouth. Under the intimidation of the crossbow, Wang Dama was very sensible and loosened his hand that was originally holding the weapon, without resisting, and cooperated to be tied up, but his eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of resentment, although it was very hidden, but still did not escape Pang Gang's eyes.

  After doing all this, Pang Gang walked forward and took the steamed buns from the plate and handed them to several people behind him. The several people who were already very hungry didn't say much and immediately started eating. Soon, the sound of chewing food filled the room.

  Pang Gang ate two steamed buns in a row, and only then did his originally ravenous stomach feel slightly better. He turned his head to look at the small woman who had been sitting on the bed with a terrified expression, pointing at her and asking slowly: "You come tell me who he is, and who you are, speak the truth! You can rest assured, we are officials from the Wei camp, and we won't make things difficult for you."

  After hearing Pang Gang's words, the woman's expression became very strange, and she burst into tears with a mixture of surprise and sadness: "I am the concubine of the prefect of Qingzhou, and I was kidnapped by this group of scoundrels a few days ago. Every day and night, I have been suffering from their humiliation, please, General, do me justice!"

  Pang Gang furrowed his brow and pointed at the person on the ground: "Who is this person again?"

  "This man is nicknamed Wang Dama Zi, the leader of this group of scoundrels. He led his men to kill our guards and brought us here by force."

  "Is that Wang Dama?" Pang Gang and Zheng, who were sitting at the table gobbling down food, exchanged a look of surprise with several others. It seemed that they had indeed found what they were looking for without much effort.

  Pang Gang looked at the sturdy man who was tied up like a rice dumpling on the ground, walked forward and took off the curved knife from his waist. After a closer look, it turned out that this curved knife was exactly the one he had given to He Qianhu to beg for mercy. Pang Gang couldn't help but laugh at this, this thing had made a circle and ended up back in his own hands, it seemed like fate was indeed at play.

  Pang Gang played with the sharp curved knife, occasionally lightly drawing it across his face, and said faintly: "Wang Dama Zi, now I'll ask you a question and you answer one by one. Otherwise, I won't mind making you regret coming to this world!"

  "Wo wo..." King Dama's mouth was blocked and he nodded repeatedly. He knew he had no room for bargaining.

  He took the sock out of his mouth, "Alright, you first tell me where those captured Tun soldiers are? And the location of your arsenal and how many guards there are in Wangjia Tun at night..."

  The desperate Wang Damaizi poured out all the information about the situation in the village, and finally said: "This good fellow, since we've met, it's fate, I'll consider you a friend from now on. If you let me off this time, I, Wang Damaizi, will definitely repay this kindness in the future!"

  "Oh, how are you going to pay me back?!" Pang Gang's face was half-smiling and half-not, his curved knife ceaselessly drawing flower-like patterns in the air.

  Wang Dama saw that the other party was not moved by himself, and knew that if he didn't shed some blood tonight, it would be impossible. He gritted his teeth and said: "There are three thousand taels of silver under my bed. If you're a good fellow, let me off this time, and all this silver will be yours."

  "Haha!" Pang Gang listened to the end, coldly laughed, and then stuffed his socks back into his mouth. He leaned in close to his ear and whispered: "You forgot one thing, killing you is still our business."

  King Dama's eyes widened in shock, he only felt a chill in his stomach, as if a sharp object had pierced into his abdomen, and then a hot flow gushed out from his belly. A severe pain spread throughout his body, but he couldn't scream. His whole body convulsed unconsciously, and after a while, it slowly stopped struggling...