Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

He turned to Liu Yueli, his smile faded, and his eyes became as sharp as a knife.

"Manager Liu, the goods have arrived! Talk to the embroiderers in the village and ask them to prepare their needlework when they have time and make a few sets of sturdy security uniforms. The sizes should be based on the standards of our security guys! They need dense stitches and double thickness!" These words were sharp.

The guard clothes refer to leather armor sewn with the "cloth panels" that were transported.

The embroiderers were the backbone team of women organized during this period.

On the one hand, letting women participate was to maintain confidentiality and share the workload; on the other hand, it was also to silently instill a sense of resistance power into the entire village and every family.

Liu Yueli understood and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, General. The embroiderers are waiting for new materials to practice their skills. They all said they want to make it for the 'most capable guard', so it will be sturdy!"

Chang Baishan hummed.

His eyes cast towards the rolling hills outside the village. Deep in the seemingly peaceful ravines and ridges lay the mob he had just trained.

Now, real steel is about to be put into their hands.

The words "attack" and "defend" in the literacy textbook, and the "queue" practiced with bamboo sticks.

The advance, retreat and encirclement calculated by abacus.

All these fragments scattered in school and labor will finally usher in the day when they will be melted into shape.

The calm before the storm was quietly broken by the low sound of iron entering the warehouse.

The clear voices in the literacy class and the chirping sounds on the loom.

The cold collision with the iron collides and blends in the invisible air.

The undercurrent surging beneath this peaceful village is quietly gathering into a surging force that is powerful enough to split the darkness.

"We'll leave first."

Following Chu Ying's farewell, the group quickly left.

Chang Baishan watched the dust raised by Chu Ying's convoy dissipate at the end of the mountain road.

Ten days later, a storm is coming.

Ergou, a mute boy herding sheep, crawled into the village.

There was a hoarse sound in his throat and his fingers were digging into his neck tightly.

There were three purple-red bruises running horizontally across the area. He rushed to the foot of Changbai Mountain, grabbed a stick of charcoal, and scribbled a hideous character for dog on the bluestone slab.

He made another hard cross.

Liu Yueli's pupils shrank.

"It's the Fang Battalion! The Liu family's private army, specializing in suppressing bandits in the mountains. Their armor collars are embroidered with fang patterns, and they're led by a centurion with a scar on his face, nicknamed Mad Dog!"

The information sent back by the secret guards confirmed Ergou's warning.

A group of about 300 armored infantrymen came along the official road, led by 30 light cavalrymen.

Oil-soaked torches and iron hooks hung beside the saddle. Scarface was riding on the horse.

The horse whip pointed at the village where smoke was curling up, and the sinister laughter drifted into the valley with the wind.

"Master Liu said, these scoundrels are colluding with the Sand Bandits. Kill them all and don't leave a single grain of food!"

Chang Baishan stood in the threshing ground at the entrance of the village, with three hundred villagers holding bamboo spears behind him.

The tip of the newly tied javelin on the top of the bamboo pole shone coldly and hard in the morning light. It was the fangs sharpened by the iron ballast.

"Remember the grid on the slate!"

The sound of Changbai Mountain is like an anvil.

"Front team, squat! Insert your bamboo spears diagonally into the soil and use all the strength you used to tamp the ridges! Rear team, raise your spears! Aim at the horses' necks. Just like Manager Liu taught you how to embroider, your hands must be steady and your eyes sharp!"

The dust raised by the cavalry had already spread a hundred steps away.

Scarface looked at the group of farmers in plain clothes in the threshing ground, sneered and waved his whip.

"Step over it!"

Thirty war horses neighed as they charged. The villagers in the front row watched the approaching hooves, their calves trembling, but they held on to their guns with all their might.

Just when the horse's head was about to hit the tip of the spear.

"Get up!" Chang Baishan's thunderous roar tore through the air.

The bamboo spears in the front row raised their heads like poisonous snakes and stabbed into the horse's neck fiercely!

The warhorses screamed and stood up, throwing the cavalrymen on their backs away. The bamboo spears in the rear row took advantage of the momentum and thrust forward, piercing the fallen soldiers' faces and armpits with precision.

Amidst the screams, Mad Dog was shocked to see his most courageous vanguard captain.

He was stabbed in the throat by a trembling farmer with a bamboo spear!

The man looked at the splattered blood and murmured:

"Attack... Chop diagonally to save effort..."

The cavalry's rout infuriated Scarface, who roared and urged his infantry to advance in formation.

With heavy shields in front and spears like a forest, they looked like a regular army.

The villagers' bamboo spear formation was retreating step by step in front of the torrent of armored soldiers, and the edge of the valley was a steep slope!

Chang Baishan's figure suddenly disappeared.

A moment later, three short bird calls were heard in the dense forest.

This is the signal for the secret guards to take action.

Deep in the jungle, Scarface was wielding his sword to supervise the battle.

"Press on! Burn the granary..."

Before he could finish his words, a poisoned dagger fell from the treetops and pierced the back of his neck accurately.

At the same time, several sergeants waving command flags groaned and fell to the ground one after another.

There was a steel needle for spinning stuck in his throat.

As the shadows of the trees swayed, Liu Yueli's voice was as cold as ice.

"Are the needlework the sisters gave you still useful?"

The command center was paralyzed and the government army's formation was in chaos.

Chang Baishan moved through the forest like a ghost, targeting officers in gorgeous armor.

A sentry leader had just raised his horn when his finger was cut off by a sickle shot from a bamboo bow.

That sickle was the newly sharpened blade from the mill yesterday.

"It's time to close the net!"

Chang Baishan jumped onto a high rock, grabbed a gong and banged it hard.

That was the peddler's gong left behind by the Chu Ying caravan.

The sound of the gong is the clarion call for attack!

Dozens of merchant flags with the word "Chu" on them were suddenly erected on the east and west mountain ridges.

The figures under the flags were looming, and the war drums were beating loudly.

The government troops looked around in terror:

"We've been ambushed! It's the Tongbao Pavilion's merchant protection troops!"

In fact, Shang only has twenty secret guards.

The rest were just villagers banging on empty buckets to bluff.

But how could the defeated soldiers tell the real from the fake?

The surviving officers screamed.

"Retreat north! Into the woods!"

He was running into the death trap set by Changbaishan.

The gentle slope on the north side appears calm, but there are three newly dug shallow trenches at the bottom of the slope.

The moment the fleeing soldiers stepped into the ditch, the ambushing villagers suddenly pulled the hemp rope!

The hidden buckles on the edge of the ditch broke, and the rolling logs covered with spikes collapsed.

Smashing the crowd into pulp.

The young man hiding behind the tree trembled as he loosened the rope. Looking at the beads on the abacus that had been messed up, he muttered, "The retreat route, the beads... must be kept..."

The setting sun was blood-red, illuminating the corpses on the threshing floor.

The seized standard steel knives piled up into a small hill.

The old patriarch Li Laohan leaned on his broken gun, kicked the twisted body of the mad dog away, and spat out blood foam.

"Bah! The government says we are bandits? Open your eyes and see who the man-eating jackals are!"

Chang Baishan tossed a ring-handled sword to Dazhuang and said, "The literacy class ends today. From now on, bamboo spears will be traded for steel swords, and abacus for military drums!"

He kicked the charred flag of the army on the ground, and flames rose up, engulfing the emblem of the Fang Battalion.

Liu Yueli unfolded the blood-stained defense map and pointed her finger outside the mountain.

"Mad Dog is just a pawn. The Liu family's blood debt should be collected in the county town."

In the distance, the newly forged blade shone coldly in the twilight, just like the steel needle in her hand that pierced the enemy's throat.