The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 22 We Earned 30 Taels

The ruffians brandished all kinds of weapons and rushed towards the Mandarin Duck Formation, howling.

On the rebel side, the soldier with a rattan shield at the front took action first, took out the javelin from his back, and threw it hard at the ruffians.

"what!"

With a scream, a scoundrel was hit by a javelin and rolled to the ground, holding his thigh.

The other eight real rattan shield bearers in the Mandarin Duck Formation also had a sudden realization. "Oh, we learned in training that we can throw javelins to defeat the enemy at medium range. How come we forgot this in actual combat?" Fortunately, the Heavenly Soldiers were there to set an example.

The shield bearers quickly took out their javelins. Their javelins were far inferior to those of the heavenly soldiers. They didn't even have iron spear heads, but were just sharpened wooden sticks.

Never mind, throw it forward!
Eight javelins flew towards the ruffians, six of them missed, one was blocked by the shield of the opposite side, and only one hit an unlucky guy. The unlucky guy was hit in the abdomen by the javelin. He sat on the ground, wanting to pull the javelin out but not daring to, and crying loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the long-range attack phase ended and both sides entered close combat range.

The wolf-whip master took the lead, sweeping the long wolf-whip forward and waving it wildly.

The front of the wolf-whip had a tangled pattern of branches, covering a large area. With a single sweep, the ruffians felt a sharp prickling sensation in front of them, frightening them into quickly withdrawing their weapons. However, the ruffians had no military formation; they simply charged forward. Those in front tried to retreat, but those behind them kept charging forward.

"bump!"

With a collision, the person in front was knocked forward and faced the wolf-whip. The forked spikes in front of the wolf-whip all swept across the ruffian's face.

"Ahhhh!"

The scoundrels who were hit had several wounds on their faces, and some were even cut in the eyes. They screamed in pain and stabbed the spears in their hands forward with their eyes closed.

At the same time, the long-handled player at the front of the Mandarin Duck formation immediately slammed his long hand down onto the ground, holding it firmly with his shoulder. The hand, 1.6 meters long and 1 meter wide, formed a small wall on the ground.

The ruffians poked it with their spears, making a "thump thump thump" sound, but it was useless.

Occasionally, one or two spears would pierce from the direction that the long shield could not cover, but the nimble shield bearers would rush forward and use the shields in their hands to block these spears that had escaped the net.

But the long spears in the Mandarin Duck Team were not polite. They stabbed out from the front side of the long shield, and "puff puff puff" all stabbed into the ruffians' bodies.

The rascal who was shot screamed and fell to the ground, deader than dead.

But the soldiers of the Mandarin Duck Formation didn't rush to cut off heads or ears to claim credit. They maintained their formation and advanced, beating the scoundrels until they cried for their parents. The entire team had stepped over the corpses. Only then did the most useless "companion" in the team squat down, vigilantly observing the battle around them, while using a knife to cut off the scoundrel's left ear and put it in a bag...

This left ear is worth 30 taels of silver as a reward!

The soldiers didn't receive any reward, but the cook still respected his factory settings and happily shouted, "I got an ear."

The morale of the whole team was greatly boosted.

Encouraged by the "factory setting: earn reward money", the twelve soldiers of the Mandarin Duck Formation advanced bravely. In just a blink of an eye, they killed four or five ruffians.

They are the team at the front.

Their team fought well, and the morale of the eight rebels behind them, who had just practiced the Mandarin Duck Formation, suddenly rose.

During combat, we finally no longer have to abide by the military rule of "no talking in formation".

The rebel soldiers' pent-up emotions finally erupted, and some shouted, "Kill them!" "Follow the heavenly soldiers, there's no reason for us to lose."

"The Heavenly Soldiers are so powerful. They killed several thieves in a short time."

"We've practiced this formation before, let's go."

The Mandarin Duck Formation where Zhang Dashu is located is located just behind the left of the "Heavenly Soldiers Team". It is the second Mandarin Duck team to reach the front. The team leader is Zhang Dalang, the son of the head of Zhangjia Village in Jimo County. He is also a hero who has the final say in Zhangjia Village. He commands all members of this Mandarin Duck team, and all of them are from Zhangjia Village.

Zhang Dalang waved the flagpole in his hand and shouted, "Kill the bandits! Our team advances."

If the captain moves forward, the team members must move forward...

Because of the Qi family's military rules: If the captain dies in battle and the team members do not move forward, the entire team will be beheaded.

Wherever the flagpole points, all the members of the Mandarin Duck team move forward.

As they moved forward, several ruffians surrounded them.

Seeing the weapons of the Mandarin Duck Squad, the ruffians couldn't help but look down on them.

The one holding the long shield was holding a door panel, the one holding the rattan shield was holding a pot lid, the one holding the halberd was holding a pitchfork, and the one holding the wolf-whip was holding a bamboo broom... Only the wolf-whip holder Zhang Dashu was holding a small tree. Wow, this was a bit scary. This big guy had so much strength.

The two sides met, and when they were still more than ten feet apart, the small tree in Zhang Dashu's hand took the first step. This tree had branches and twigs, and even the leaves were not trimmed. It swept forward with a "whoosh" sound, covering a large area.

The first few ruffians who were hit only saw a large cloud of leaves and branches sweeping in front of them. They had no way to avoid it. The branches hit their heads, faces, necks and shoulders, making crackling sounds. Many thin branches broke, but the thicker ones followed. With a "bang", the thickest branch in the middle swept the head of a ruffian. The man groaned and fell to the ground.

The other wolf-whip fighter's "wolf-whip" was far inferior to Zhang Dashu's. It was just a bamboo broom. He also swept it like Zhang Dashu, but it only disturbed a few ruffians and forced them to retreat half a step, but it was of little use.

The ruffians rushed forward aggressively...

The long card player quickly slammed his door panel to the ground and held it tightly with his shoulder.

With a few "knock, knock, knock" sounds, several spears were stabbed into the door panel. Two of the ruffians' spears did not have iron tips, but were just sharpened wooden sticks, which were useless when stabbed into the wooden board. But one of the spears had an iron tip, and with a "click" sound, a hole was poked in the door panel, and the spear tip actually came out a little, and then pierced the leather armor of the long-handled man, and the spear tip penetrated into the flesh one or two inches.

The long card player was so frightened that his soul had left his body. He had no idea how serious his injury was. He just screamed: "Ah, I've been shot, I'm going to die... I haven't married yet... My Zhang family has no descendants..."

The spearman behind him couldn't see the wound on his waist clearly and thought he was really going to die. He was furious and said, "I will avenge you."

The four spearmen thrust their spears forward, each one of them raging with rage, vowing to avenge their teammate, and stabbed the ruffian who had stabbed the teammate to death.

Only then did the long card player finally understand the extent of his injury and suddenly changed his crying into laughing: "Ouch, it's just a skin cut. I can't die, I can't die."

"Fuck! I thought you were really going to die."

"Fuck you, you scared me to death."

"I was really sad just now."

Several teammates cursed loudly while waving their weapons forward.

Zhang Wazi, the youngest and least effective soldier in the team, lay on the ground in the chaos, cut off the rogue's left ear, put it in his bag, and shouted happily: "Brothers, our Zhangjia Village team has earned 30 taels of silver."

(End of this chapter)