Chapter 42: Turning the Tide

  For these oppressors of the people, the heroes of Qiyun Society had no mercy at all. With a single order from Wu Ji, they drew their bows and shot at them.

  The best of the good men in the Ziyun Society were indeed skilled archers. They drew their bows and shot arrows, which flew swiftly like lightning. Before He Wanquan and his men could react, they had already been hit by the arrows and let out miserable cries.

  "Hiss!"

  He Wanquan was hit by an arrow on the shoulder, and he sucked in cold air due to the pain. Suddenly, he sobered up from his drunkenness, and his blurry eyes cleared up instantly. He took a glance at the situation in the room and was shocked: "You are good men of the Qi Yun Society, how did you come here? Our Liu Feng Gang and your society don't interfere with each other, why are you stirring up trouble?"

  "River water doesn't offend well water? Easier said than done!" Wang Ergou's mouth twitched, extremely disdainful: "You bully the good and kind, set fires to burn down cities, rob civilians, if our Qiyun Society heroes don't take care of it, then we're not worthy of being called heroes! Not to mention, there's also Wu Daren's noble justice, we absolutely won't just sit back and do nothing!"

  These words were spoken with great justice and severity, and they had a powerful effect. Wu Ji loudly applauded: "Good! Well said!"

  "Director Wu? Which Director Wu?" He Wanquan's gaze fixed on Wu Ji, and he said disdainfully: "It's that escaped chief clerk Wu Ji?"

  "Exactly!" Wu Jie's head rose and his chest puffed out.

  "Haha! I'm dying of laughter! This little main book actually dares to call himself a grown-up, isn't he afraid that his tongue will get blown away by the strong wind?! Hehe!" He Wanquan really looked down on Wu Ji. As the commander of the camp, in terms of official position, he was far superior to Wu Ji, and would never put this smallest ninth-grade official in his eyes.

  "Even a small accountant can bring you down!" Wu Ji snorted and waved his right hand: "Cut off their Achilles' tendons!"

  "How dare you!" He Wanquan thundered, his voice exploding in their ears with great authority.

  If his leg muscles and arm muscles were to jump, He Wanquan and the others would be useless. With a loud shout, he jumped up and kicked one of the Qi Yun Society's henchmen flying far away, like a large bird, straight at Wu Ji.

  At this moment, he saw that Wu Ji was the mastermind, and only by capturing Wu Ji could he crush Wu Ji's plan.

  It must be said that He Wanquan, although arrogant, is not without talent. His vision is quick and his hands are agile. As soon as he says something, it happens. With a stretch of his right hand, he slapped Wu Jitian's Tianling cover. His palm was as big as a winnowing fan, and if he had slapped Wu Jitian with it, Wu Jitian's small body would not have been able to withstand it, and he would have died on the spot.

  "You're overestimating yourself!" Wu Ji sneered and his crossbow fired at He Wanquan.

  A crossbow bolt shot through his palm, He Wanquan grunted and didn't make a sound, he was quite tough. He suppressed his anger and wanted to continue the killing spree, but was suddenly shot by another bolt and fell from the sky, heavily hitting the ground with great force, like a golden mountain collapsing and jade pillars toppling over.

  "Wu Lang, are you alright?" Although she knew Wu Ji was fine, Yang Xiu Xiu was still very worried, her eyes constantly scanning Wu Ji's body, if Wu Ji had even the slightest injury, she would be anxious to no end.

  "Finish him off!" Wu Ji coldly measured up He Wanquan on the ground and loudly gave the order.

  Yang Xiuxiu pulled out the knife from Qi Yun's body, grasping it tightly in her hand, looking like a madwoman: "You scoundrel, you dare to hurt Wu Lang!" The knife in her hand chopped down fiercely, cutting into He Wanquan's right wrist, severing the tendons.

  "You dare hurt Jiji!" Wu Jian and Wu Xing took action, disabling He Wanquan's left hand and right foot.

  "You dare to hurt Jiji again?" Wu Qing gritted his teeth, suppressing his shock, and cut off He Wanquan's left foot with one knife.

  He Wanquan, the commander of this battalion, the mastermind behind this mutiny, was thus defeated by a group of Wu family village farmers and could only wail on the ground.

  "Director Wu, what shall we do with this man?" Wang Erge brought Zeng Shaoming forward.

  "It's all over!" Wu Ji coldly glanced at Zeng Shao Ming, without a shred of sympathy.

  "How dare you? You dare to touch a single hair on me, and the Flowing Wind Fortress will not forgive you!" Zeng Shaoming glared at Wu Ji with an evil gaze, his face full of ferocity.

  "You've fallen into my hands, you should be prepared to be trampled!" Wu Ji coldly smiled and said: "I not only want to cripple you, but also want to exterminate the Flowing Wind Fortress, cutting off the roots of the grass!"

  Taking the knife from Yang Xiuxiu's hand, he gripped it tightly with both hands and chopped down heavily on Zeng Shaoming's left hand. As Zeng Shaoming let out a miserable cry, his left hand went limp and hung down, its tendons severed, rendering it useless. The glint of the knife flashed again as Wu Ji struck once more, severing the tendons in Zeng Shaoming's right hand and both feet.

  Liu Fengdao's underling was defeated by a notorious bandit, and this is how Wu Jie, a man with no strength to bind a chicken, was ruined, which can be considered as retribution.

  "Ah ah ah..." Zeng Shaoming never thought that the usually reliable Liu Feng Inn's signboard would fail, and he shouted at Wu Ji.

  "If you don't shut up, I'll cut out your tongue, cut off your ears, dig out your eyeballs, and chop off your hands and feet. You bandits love to torture the common people, don't you? Is this move cruel enough?" Wu Ji's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and his knife was raised again. If Zeng Shaoming dared to say another word, he would chop him down."

  “……”

  Zeng Shaoming was so frightened by this fierce bandit that he lost his breath and didn't dare speak, all he could do was shut up obediently.

  Wu Ji looked around and saw that several officers had their tendons cut, rendering them useless. These men were all fierce and violent, and although Wu Ji had captured them, it was hard to guarantee they wouldn't cause trouble. To be on the safe side, crippling them was the most secure option.

  By now, all the leaders of this mutiny had been eliminated, and the situation was very favorable to Wu Qi. Of course, things were not yet over; there was still a group of soldiers to be subdued.

  However, subduing the soldiers is not something that can be accomplished with just Wu Ji's men; they must first release Zheng Tai and the others.

  The private room was in an uproar, but the people in the main hall were laughing and chatting loudly, and no one noticed. A few people heard the commotion in the private room and thought it was He Wanquan and his friends getting drunk and shouting to release their joyful emotions, so they shook their heads and continued drinking and eating, indulging in their own revelry.

  Wu Jie perked up his ears and listened to the movements outside, but unexpectedly didn't discover anything. This was a good thing, just in time to go rescue Zheng Tai and the others. As long as he could rescue Zheng Tai and these officials, Wu Jie's power would greatly increase, and it would be much easier to subdue these soldiers afterwards.

  Zheng Tai, the county magistrate, and a group of officials were bound with ropes and thrown into a small room, like zongzi (glutinous rice dumplings). Fifty or sixty people were squeezed together, very crowded.

  "Magistrate Zheng, what shall we do?" The county lieutenant hesitated for a moment before inquiring.

  "Alas! It's all because of me, I didn't expect He Wanquan to make such a move." Zheng Tai sighed and blamed himself.

  "Magistrate Zheng, don't blame yourself. No one could have anticipated this. The only one to blame is that scoundrel He Wanquan, who has been eating the emperor's salary but has turned himself into a bandit!" The county lieutenant hastily offered some words of comfort before changing the subject: "I wonder if Magistrate Wu has escaped? If he has, will he go to Xiong Prefecture to seek reinforcements?"

  "Reinforcements? Even if they arrive, by then, Guishen will already be in ruins!" Zheng Ta was filled with self-reproach: "As an official appointed by the imperial court, not only have I failed to bring benefits to the people, but I've also let the people of Guishen be destroyed overnight. I have no face to see the Emperor again!"

  "See the Emperor?" The county magistrate's mouth made a strange noise, and he looked at Zheng Ta in disbelief.

  The county magistrate, although an official appointed by the imperial court, was only a minor seventh-grade official. To see the emperor was extremely difficult. Among the county magistrates, few had the privilege of seeing the emperor, and it was a rare honor reserved for a select few. It would be impossible for the county lieutenant not to be surprised.

  "Ah!" Zheng Tai seemed to realize she had misspoken, and quickly changed the subject: "Although Wu Daren is quite talented and skilled in abacus calculations, it's extremely difficult for him to escape. As for rescue troops, it's even more unlikely!"

  Just then, a series of footsteps sounded, Zheng Ta's ears perked up, her eyebrows raised in surprise: "So many people? The footsteps of these people are somewhat hollow and weak, some are light and dust-like. What is going on?"

  The footsteps are light and weak, like dust, these two extremes have come together, it's really puzzling.

  "Is it the thief?" The county magistrate was greatly startled.

  "The bandits are coming to kill us!" The officials were shocked and some of them almost wet their pants.

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