Chapter Thirteen: Weapons

  Lemming's eyes, filled with bloodshot, shone with a red glow. The bloodshot was due to the exhaustion of the past few days, and the red glow was due to excitement. He seemed to see several southern beauties with skin as white as cream, lying on his own gentle and sorrowful cry.

  However, Le Min's excitement didn't last long and gradually turned into annoyance. As they broke open door after door and searched house after house, the Snowy City was almost empty, but most of what they found were old people, and the valuables they uncovered were extremely limited. As for the beautiful women from the southern country... he hadn't seen a single one, only a few old hags from the south.

  "Kill! Kill them all!" Lermite roared in rage, and with the sound of screams, more than a dozen broken corpses appeared on the ground.

  This beauty is not something that can be easily obtained, Le Min not only has to satisfy his own desires, but also has to find some gifts to give to the various Qian Fu Zhang, and must maintain good relations with colleagues, otherwise who knows when he will be sabotaged! He remembers the last time the city was slaughtered, Zhan Han sent him two little maidservants, although the delicate young lady herself was enjoyed by Zhan Han, but Le Min was also very satisfied. What to do now? Should he send a few old ladies from the southern country to Zhan Han? Heaven... That guy will definitely tear himself to pieces!

  "What are you staring at? Divide into two teams and search for me! Search! Search!" Le Min whipped his own guard with a whip, shouting wildly.

  "Yes sir!" The battered bodyguard hastily divided his troops and headed west to search.

  No! I personally went to the south gate this morning to investigate, and most of the escaped people were cavalry, with not many human footprints, at most they wouldn't exceed one thousand people! Snowy City isn't that small, is it? They must be hiding somewhere! Hmm... Maybe because the news of the lord abandoning the city has spread, so those civilians have hidden in some place.

  Lemmin got excited again, unfortunately, he was so immersed in his own desires that he didn't realize how important the information he had deduced was! The infantry of the Ji Zhou country far exceeded the cavalry. If only a thousand infantrymen left, where were the rest? Moreover, his judgment was wrong. All the infantrymen in Xueyuan City did not leave, and the footprints outside the city were deliberately trampled by Qian Buli's men, who then transported them back in batches with sledges. As for the traces further away, they were all swept away by the branches tied to the horse's tail.

  "Kids, those blasted things must be hidden somewhere!" Lemin yelled out: "Search for me, search carefully! If you find the good stuff, Master Big Sweat will heavily reward you!"

  "Uh-huh..." The soldiers responded with a listless and perfunctory acknowledgement, which was understandable given their exhaustion from the long march and a night of reconnaissance. Even General Leirmen, known for his bravery and strength, looked extremely tired; how much more so were they? Still, in anticipation of rewards, they managed to muster up some enthusiasm.

  Qian Buduo's advantage is that he has a long-term vision, and the experience he gained from thousands of years of war examples is vast like the sea. Moreover, Qian Buduo has a profound understanding of human nature! These people who are born to plunder will become suspicious when they can't find valuable goods, thinking that they have been too careless and missed good things. Their search will become slower and more meticulous. By the time they reach the city gate, it will be very late, so late that even a bird flying with its wings would not be able to return!

  The din grew louder, punctuated by bursts of shrill laughter and screams, including women's shrieks. The soldiers under Lü Meng's command became increasingly excited as they discovered that every time they broke into a house on the outskirts of the city, they would see dozens of civilians huddled together with their belongings, packed tightly in bundles.

  With a loud crash, the old house where Qian Buduo was located was also kicked open by someone. Two soldiers took a glance inside and shouted in unison, their saliva flowing down from the corners of their mouths: "Come... come and see! There are many women here! Beautiful women!"

  Xueyuan City is famous for its gold mines. The secondary industry brought by the gold mine is the gold and silver jewelry stores all over the city. What ranks second? Brothels!!

  Qian Buli had a dozen or so stunningly beautiful prostitutes brought in, dressed them up in gorgeous clothes and had them squeeze into the corners of the walls. This scene had no effect on Qian Buli, but for that group of 'wild beasts', the effect was unparalleled.

  A dozen or so soldiers stumbled over, squeezed in the doorway, their eyes wide with excitement, staring at the trembling prostitutes. They didn't notice that this was originally a large room, but it had been divided into a narrow strip by two rows of black curtains, and they didn't even notice such a suspicious phenomenon... In many cases, a soldier is just a soldier!

  The door frame could not withstand the great pressure, and with a loud crash it came tumbling down. This sound awakened the soldiers, who rushed into the house shouting, their arms outstretched. But what greeted them was not a snow-white figure, but a cold, stern cry: "Kill!"

  Dozens of spears shot out from the curtain like lightning, and the soldiers of the Flying Eagle tribe didn't even have time to react before they were pierced like sieves.

  Two Flying Eagle Tribe soldiers who had narrowly escaped being crushed by the collapsing door frame were shocked and scrambled to get away, but before they could, 'whoosh', 'whoosh', two flying daggers accurately struck their necks. Immediately after, several sword-wielding soldiers rushed out from behind the curtain and knocked the Flying Eagle Tribe soldiers to the ground.

  "Protect the princess." Qian Buli walked out from behind the curtain, playing with a small knife in his hand. To be strict, Qian Buli's small knife was not a flying dagger, but a dinner knife, which was popular in several countries such as Britain, Ross Empire and the United States of America. Many nobles in Ji Zhou also liked this thing, but the dinner knife became a deadly flying dagger in Qian Buli's hand.

  This is a desperate measure, after all, there must be some kind of weapon. Although Qian Buli was good at shooting arrows and playing with military crossbows, when faced with the crude longbow that couldn't even shoot at a mountain, Qian Buli had no confidence in his heart. The weapon in his hand was used to protect his life, and he couldn't be careless!

  Using a long sword? Really... What a great idea! Qian Buxin indeed learned Tai Chi swordplay from his grandfather, but unfortunately, apart from the legendary Zhang Sanfeng, how many people can use Tai Chi swordplay to kill someone?

  Use a spear? Or give him money and don't leave with an iron shovel... That way he might be able to smash one or two.

  After all the calculations, Flying Daggers is Qian's only choice!