The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 46 Who Do You Think Will Win?
"Lord Gong?" Black-legged Tiger laughed heartily. "Hahaha, is that the guy whose head was chopped off by the Jin people and hung on the county gate for more than ten days? Hahaha! You're trying to scare me with a dead man? That Gong was useless when he was alive. Ten thousand soldiers were not enough to defeat the Jin people with one hand. Now that he's dead, he's even more useless."

"What the hell did you say?"

Suddenly, a roar was heard in the distance, and a galloping horse rushed over. It was a Jin Dynasty warhorse, tall and mighty. The knight on the horse was dressed like a Han Chinese, but he wore a Jin soldier's leather armor over the Han clothing. It was obvious that both the armor and the horse were stolen from the Jin people.

The rebel scouts have arrived!
The scout had come first to contact the miners. The grain transport team was still far away. When he got close, he heard someone insulting the deceased Brother Gong Yi from a distance. He was so angry that his eyebrows were about to stand up: "Anyone who dares to insult Brother Gong Yi will be killed."

The scouts prancing forward...

The horses were fast and the hooves were so loud that the scout arrived in front of Black-legged Tiger and his group in the blink of an eye. Upon closer inspection, he saw that there were more than fifty or sixty people on the other side. The scout dared not fight back. He turned his horse's head quickly and ran back to where he came from.

The black-legged tiger was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "So this is what King Gong is capable of? He rushed in front of me, didn't even swing his sword, and then turned and ran away, hahahaha."

The people in the mine were silent for a moment...

Cui Weihua also laughed and couldn't help but chuckled, "These subordinates of King Gong are really too stupid. They rushed over aggressively and then fled back in disgrace. They really became a joke."

Wu Jialiang whispered, "Your Excellency, let's retreat a little further and watch the show halfway up the mountain. It's not safe here anymore."

Cui Weihua: “?”

Wu Jialiang said, "That rider was a scout. He wasn't running away, he was returning to report. Prince Gong's men are not far away, and they're about to attack."

Cui Weihua: "Huh? How did you figure that out?"

Wu Jialiang spread his hands and wanted to say, "You know nothing," but he managed to hold it back with great difficulty.

Fortunately, Cui Weihua listened to the advice and believed what Wu Jialiang said, and the group retreated to the hillside nearby.

Not long after, a large group of people arrived.

The rebel army's food transport team arrived.

Two carriages full of food, three mandarin duck teams, and four mounted scouts.

By the way, there was also Yue Wenxuan who came with the army to watch the fun, and his wild man bodyguard Hou Yi.

It turned out that when Yue Wenxuan saw the grain transport team arranged by the rebel army about to set off, he suddenly thought of something. His vision was centered on Madam Gong Er. What would happen if Madam Gong Er did not move and his figures ran around?
Since he had thought of it, of course he had to try it, so he let his life-like figurine follow the grain transport team.

Worried that his fighting power was too low and that if the figure was hacked to death, he would lose 500 yuan in the figure's production costs, he put Hou Yi aside to be his bodyguard and followed the grain transport team to Chengyang Coal Mine.

After all the tests along the way, he understood another rule for using the sandbox: the figures can leave the field of vision, but once they leave the field of vision, you cannot reach out and take them out again.

He can also possess a figure that is out of his sight, and can even switch his consciousness back at any time.

I didn't expect that when I came out to test the sandbox rules, I would encounter a war.

Looking at the Black-Footed Tiger and his group, Yue Wenxuan spread his hands and sighed, "Who are you and why are you insulting Gong Yi? He did lose the battle, but he died while resisting the Jin army. Although he died with honor, he can be called a martyr. It is inappropriate for you to insult a martyr for no reason. If you just spoke rashly, as long as you apologize sincerely, I can forgive you."

These words startled Blackfoot Tiger and the others. They were a little confused. Then they looked at the soldiers around Yue Wenxuan and laughed. "There are only forty of us. How dare you talk so condescendingly? Forgive me? Do I need your forgiveness?"

Yue Wenxuan spread his hands and said, "Since you are so stubborn, you will have to pay the price for insulting the martyrs."

The black-legged tiger laughed loudly: "You are playing dumb, that carriage of yours is carrying food, right? Now it belongs to me." Yue Wenxuan stopped talking nonsense and turned to the three mandarin duck teams and said, "Take care of them."

The three mandarin duck teams could no longer hold back. The other side was insulting the deceased Brother Gong Yi, and all the righteous soldiers present wanted to chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs. As soon as they received the order from the True Lord, the three mandarin duck teams immediately moved forward.

The team in the front was the Zhangjia Village team.

Just now they were still in the battle formation stage, and according to military regulations, they were not allowed to talk. But now it was the battle stage, and they could talk. Zhang Dashu was the first to shout, "Black-legged tiger, I will chop you into seventeen or eighteen pieces."

Black-legged Tiger waved his hand, and his fifty or sixty men began to slowly advance. "I'm afraid of you, a bunch of losers. Forget about beating the gold men. Even Mr. Wang from Dongmiaozi Village can defeat you losers in a double fight. Why are you pretending to be so powerful in front of me?"

Zhang Dashu sneered: "That traitor, Mr. Wang, his body has been fed to the dogs by now."

Black-legged Tiger was slightly shocked. "Mr. Wang was killed by them? When did it happen? Could this group really do it?"
He then calmed down and thought: Where did the two carts of food come from? Could it be that they had killed Mr. Wang and robbed him of his food?
Thinking of this, I felt a little panicked.

But there are twenty fewer people than me, so I have the advantage and there seems to be nothing to be afraid of.

The key is two trucks of food!
This is a must-grab!
Forget it, why think so much? We have to fight this battle just for these two trucks of food.

On the other side of the hillside, Cui Weihua frowned and whispered, "Two groups of bandits are about to fight right in front of me. The people of Jimo County are really simple and honest."

Wu Jialiang whispered, "Don't you think about what kind of place this is? Shandong has bandits, Sichuan has thieves, and Henan is full of thieves."

Cui Weihua: "County Lieutenant Wu, which side do you think will win?"

Wu Jialiang said without even thinking, "Prince Gong's side will definitely win."

Cui Weihua: "Why do you think so?"

Wu Jialiang: "Prince Gong's formation is in good order, clearly well-trained. Black-legged Tiger's is in disarray, seemingly just a bunch of insignificant thieves."

Cui Weihua was delighted: "If we let County Magistrate Wu train the local militia with archers, how long will it take to defeat these two gangs of bandits?"

Wu Jialiang: "The Black-legged Tiger can be defeated in a month. As for King Gong..."

At this point, he hesitated and said, "We'll have to wait and see after they fight."

As soon as Wu Jialiang finished speaking, the war began.

The first to take action was Zhang Dashu.

Who said his wolf-whip was long enough? With a whoosh, he swept the fork of the wolf-whip towards the minion in front.

The minions were startled and retreated in embarrassment. The minions next to them slashed with their machetes, and the blades made a tinkling sound when they hit the wolf-whip.

Zhang Dashu spun the wolf-whip in his hand, and the metal branch caught the opponent's broadsword. Then he pulled it hard, and a huge force surged out, actually dragging the two broadswords out of his hands.

Zhang Dashu couldn't help but grin: "It feels so good to use a real wolf whisk."

(End of this chapter)