The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 29 Hou Yi's Battle

The servants, guards and ruffians began to disperse to both sides.

Yan Village didn't have any serious fortifications, just a simple wooden fence around the village. The servants and guards easily pushed down the fence and entered the village from the side.

But as soon as I came in, I found that there was a team of mandarin ducks guarding the narrow entrance between the two houses in front.

This team is none other than the Zhangjia Village team, with Zhang Dalang as the team leader, Zhang Dashu as the wolf-whip master, and Zhang Wazi as the teammate.

In the last battle, they cut off four left ears and earned 120 taels of silver.

But they are not satisfied!
Who the hell would be satisfied with making money?

Seeing a group of enemy soldiers dressed in servants' clothes rushing towards him, Zhang Dalang's eyes turned into copper coins: "Brothers, the money is coming."

Zhang Dashu: "Hehehe."

Zhang Wazi: "Hehehe."

The whole team: "Hey hey hey."

When the retainers and soldiers saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel uneasy. What was going on with this group of enemies?

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the small tree in Zhang Dashu's hand swung over with a "whoosh". It was a sweeping sound with such force that he had no time to rush forward or even retreat. A servant was knocked to the ground on the spot. Two spears extended from behind the long shield and stabbed the servant to death with two "pu pu" sounds.

The servants cried out in fear and took a few steps back involuntarily.

The Mandarin Duck Team took the opportunity to take a few steps forward and stepped over the corpses on the ground.

Zhang Wazi, a soldier, rolled over on the ground and cut off the corpse's left ear with a knife. After a few more rolls, he retreated to the back of the Mandarin Duck Formation. In front of the enemy, he happily put the ear into his pocket and laughed, "Brothers, I've earned another 30 taels of silver."

The whole team was delighted, and morale soared: "30 taels! 30 taels!"

The servants behind him were completely paralyzed: "Be careful! There's something wrong with these people."

Not only were they shouting that something was wrong, but the servants from other groups who attacked Yan Village from different parts were all encountering almost the same situation.

When they first encountered the Mandarin Duck Formation, even the fierce Japanese pirates and samurai were helpless and could only give up their lives, not to mention this group of rabble.
Whoever enters the village will die!

It turned into 30 taels of silver in minutes.

Mr. Wang's men couldn't break into Yan Village at all, and the small soldiers on both sides were about to collapse...

As the fight went on, Mr. Wang gradually began to calm down.

Just now, he was so angry at Madam Gong Er's words "The salt field is mine, you are going to become poor" that he lost his mind and directly ordered a violent attack. Now it seems that he has fallen into a trap. The other party is luring him to attack and taking advantage of the terrain to deal with him.

So stupid!
The troops must retreat.

Several thoughts flashed through Mr. Wang's mind instantly. The enemy wasn't numerous, only about a hundred. As long as he retreated back to Wangjiazhuang Fort, where he was protected by the wall, their formation-breaking device would be useless.

Moreover, Gong was chased out of Jimo County by the Jin army and had no food at all. Let alone feeding the remaining dozens of salt workers, it would be difficult for them to feed themselves. They would have to leave to find food soon. There was no need for me to rush to take back the salt field.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang turned to look at his personal servant, who was holding a copper gong in his hand.

Mr. Wang opened his mouth and was about to ask him to beat the gong to retreat.

Just then...

Suddenly, a shirtless savage emerged from the forest not far away. Houyi is here!
He had been waiting in the woods for a long time. Hunting was Houyi's basic skill, and the most important thing in hunting was "patience". Sometimes he would lie in ambush in the woods for a whole day, waiting for the moment when his prey would relax its vigilance.

Now is that moment for Mr. Wang.

All his private salt dealers were sent to attack the village entrance, and the servants and ruffians were also scattered to attack various parts of the village. Only a few personal servants were left by his side. Moreover, Mr. Wang's attention was temporarily diverted from the battlefield to the servant holding the gong.

Hou Yi leaped out of the woods and sprinted forward a few paces, bringing Mr. Wang within his range. As he ran, he drew his bow and drew his arrow. What a shot!
While the story of Houyi shooting down the sun is a myth, if we strip away the mythical elements and focus solely on the truth, Houyi's archery skills rank among the best in the entire five thousand years of Chinese history. This arrow, like an arrow blazing through the sun, traversed a hundred paces and, with a thud, struck Mr. Wang squarely in the left temple.

The arrow hit his head, and Mr. Wang fell off his horse without even a groan.

“●■▼★☆■◆”

Hou Yi roared in triumph, but killing Mr. Wang was only the first stage of Yue Wenxuan's mission. Yue Wenxuan's original words were: "After killing Mr. Wang, you can attack the enemy freely."

He is now about to begin the second phase of his goals.

He rushed forward, quickly nocked the second arrow, and shot at the servant holding the gong.

Another scorching arrow accurately hit the servant's throat. The servant fell backwards and the gong in his hand fell to the ground with a slight "clang" sound.

“●■▼★☆■◆”

Houyi cheered and put the third arrow on the bow.

But at this time, the other servants had already been alerted. Two of the strong servants drew their swords and rushed towards Houyi. Houyi did not dodge and charged towards the two men.

The two men saw that the other party was holding a bow and arrow, but was ready to rush over for close combat. They couldn't help but wonder: What's wrong with this savage? Hasn't he seen the swords in our hands?
Just as I thought of this, Houyi arrived in front of me.

The two men swung their swords, but Hou Yi spun around, as agile as a cheetah, easily dodging the two swords. He handed the longbow to his left hand, swung his fist with his right hand, and "bang", knocked one enemy to the ground with one punch. Then he instantly changed his fist into a claw, grabbed another man's hair, dragged him in front of him, and hit the man's face with his forehead.

"boom!"

The servant was hit so hard that he saw stars and had no idea where he was. Houyi grabbed his hair, pressed his head to the ground and stepped on him.

Crack, the sound of broken cervical vertebrae.

Hou Yi pounded his chest with his hands and howled loudly: "●■▼★☆■◆"

The people around him were horrified to see him acting like a madman, his movements were rough and wild, and his killing moves were smooth and ferocious. They immediately scattered like birds and beasts, not daring to come near him again.

"Be careful behind..."

"I don't know where this wild man jumped out from."

"This savage is like a madman...ah..."

The person who was speaking was hit by an arrow in the back and fell to the ground. Then he saw Houyi catching up with him and stepping on his neck to make sure that his cervical vertebra was broken and he died instantly. Then he pulled out the arrow from his back, drew his bow and arrow, and looked for the next unlucky person.

How could the people in front not know what he was doing in the back? The private salt dealers, servants and guards, and ruffians who were fighting with the Mandarin Duck Formation in the front turned around and were stunned.

Someone shouted, "Oh no! Mr. Wang has been killed by savages."

"It's over! Get out now."

"Run."

Everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

When Houyi saw the enemy running away, he spread his big feet and started chasing. He ran very fast and caught up with a salt smuggler in an instant. The salt smuggler was so scared that he turned around and slashed at him with a knife.

Houyi kicked his knife away and pressed him face down on the ground, but this time he did not break his neck. He just untied a straw rope from his waist, tied the salt smuggler's hands, and led him behind his back like an animal.

original……

This is the beginning of the process of capturing slaves. According to the rules of the Youqiong tribe, whoever captures the captive will become his slave.

(End of this chapter)