Quick Wear: The Wronged One Becomes Rebellious

There are about ten tables in the spacious hall on the first floor. Qi Dashan's podium is located at the innermost position, with a screen with a galloping horse standing behind it.

Although the guests who often come to Mengji Tavern to drink and chat are curious about the abrupt screens and low tables that appeared in the lobby today, no one asks much.

When they saw someone sitting down behind a low table with crutches, everyone stopped their conversations and looked at the screen out of curiosity.

Qi Dashan smiled, picked up the wake-up stick and hit it hard, and the show began.

"My dear gentlemen, old and young, please do not think that I am clumsy, my ears are filled with nonsense, and my pronunciation is not true. Everyone, please sit down and take your place. If you like to listen to literature, you like to listen to martial arts. If you like to listen to loyalty, you like to listen to treachery. If you like to listen to crying, you like to listen to laughter. If you like to listen to tradition, you like to listen to bitterness. Today, let's talk about the border defense battle that took place not long ago in Taiyin Mountain.

Among them are scholars and warriors, kind and treacherous, weeping and laughing, and let the storyteller tell them all next."

Storyteller?

What kind of business is this?

Even those who hadn't paid attention before were shocked by Qi Dashan's loud wake-up call and turned their heads to look at him.

A thin young man, with a crutch beside him and a folding fan in his hand, had a bamboo scroll spread out in front of him, a piece of brown wood next to him, and a pot of muddy wine warmed at the corner of the table.

So, what exactly do storytellers do?

"I think everyone here has heard about the Battle of Taiyin Mountain last year. I am a humble soldier who participated in that battle. If you don't mind, I would like to tell you about it here -"

Qi Dashan didn't want to say this at first, but Gu Li told him that if he still felt nervous after going on stage, he should tell everyone his identity.

She told him that this was called gaining sympathy.

Qi Dashan didn't quite understand, but he still did what Gu Li taught him.

The response was good, and he hadn't finished half of his speech when the response came in.

"You talk, you talk, we are listening."

"Yes, yes, I have only heard it from hearsay. Now someone has experienced it personally, so why not listen to it more?"

Some even asked if his leg was injured on the battlefield.

Qi Dashan smiled bitterly and nodded, and amidst the applause, he finally began to tell the story that happened last winter.

On a snowy afternoon that could not be more ordinary, the city gate at the foot of Taiyin Mountain was knocked on from outside.

"Brother soldiers, please open the door! Our caravan has been robbed by bandits. Please send troops to suppress the bandits!"

As soon as winter came, Taiyin City greatly shortened the time for entering and leaving the city gate. People could only enter and leave the city gate for an hour and a half in the morning and afternoon. The rest of the time, the city gate was closed.

Because Taiyin Mountain is five miles outside Taiyin City, and two miles beyond Taiyin Mountain is the territory of Zhou State.

Winter is a season when wars are frequent. In addition to staying at home during the winter, people try not to go out to avoid sudden wars.

But this cry for help on this day broke the silence of the city.

It was heard that a merchant caravan from the country was intercepted by bandits who suddenly appeared at the foot of Taiyin Mountain. The garrison sent a five-man team to follow the bandits to rescue the remaining members of the merchant caravan.

But until it was dark, the five-man team of the city guards had not returned. The centurion in charge of the patrol that day felt something was wrong, so he personally led fifty people on horseback to Taiyin Mountain again.

Until another centurion came to relieve the guard the next day, the soldiers who left the city last night had not returned yet.

The centurion was more cautious and reported the matter to the captain. The captain sent a scout out of the city to investigate the situation. Not long after, the scout came back and brought back the head of the centurion who was on duty last night.

The scouts said that there had been a fight at the foot of Taiyin Mountain, and there were corpses belonging to the caravan as well as those of their soldiers defending the city.

All the soldiers who went out of the city to rescue last night died there.

The centurion's head was hung high on a big tree on the roadside leading to the city gate.

The captain was furious. Was this bandit trying to provoke the soldiers guarding the city? So he selected 500 soldiers and rode to Taiyin Mountain, vowing to avenge the sacrifice of the soldiers.

Qi Dashan finished his speech in one breath. The tension in his heart had long since subsided as his memory of the battlefield came to him. He put down the folding fan in his hand, picked up the wine cup and took a sip of wine.

The guests at the three tables below were fascinated by what they heard. When they saw Qi Dashan drinking, they also raised their glasses.

"This, this won't be a complete annihilation again."

"Most likely. This was the Battle of Taiyin Mountain, where so many people died."

"It's like a snowball. First there were five people, then fifty, and now there are five hundred people going. I don't know what will happen next."

“It’s like a snowball.”

"Hey, storyteller, please continue. What happened next? Were the bandits caught?"

At Gu Li's instruction, Jiang Zhuo also found a seat downstairs. Seeing the guests' excited reactions, he shouted, "Waiter, bring a pot of wine to the storyteller. I'll pay for it."

The people who were listening to the book below were stunned. Is there such a thing?

Only one of them shouted, "Waiter, bring two plates of dried fruits to the storyteller. It's on my account."

Qi Dashan was delighted in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He bowed to everyone and said, "Thank you very much. I will continue with my story."

The thousand-man commander was more cautious than the centurion commander, and he slowed down his pace as he led 500 soldiers to the foot of Mount Taiyin. But he still fell into a trap and was surrounded by people hiding in the forest.

Relying on years of experience in fighting, the centurion escaped after being injured, but none of the soldiers who followed him survived.

This incident alarmed the garrison of the East Camp outside Taiyin City.

It was not until Captain Meng personally came to question the seriously injured centurion that he learned that the people hiding at the foot of Taiyin Mountain were not bandits but well-trained enemy troops.

No one knew when he had hidden in the forest of Taiyin Mountain, and he almost slipped right under their noses.

According to the captain's estimate, there were probably more than three thousand people in that group.

Without saying a word, Captain Meng led five thousand soldiers to Taiyin Mountain.

Just when everyone had been waiting anxiously for a whole day, Captain Meng came back.

There was only a mess at the foot of Taiyin Mountain. Apart from a few badly damaged carriages, the rest were filled with the bodies of their comrades.

There is no trace of the fake bandits anywhere.

Captain Meng left a team of people to bury the bodies of our soldiers on the spot, and then led people to patrol the nearby woods, and found traces of a large number of people and horses.

Not only did they kill the garrison, but they also took away their horses and weapons.

How could anyone tolerate this? The angry Captain Meng rode back to the East Camp, reported to General Xiao, and volunteered to lead the troops to pursue the thieves who had sneaked into the country.