Your Majesty said that my life is worthless, so why are you crying when I increase my troops?

"The dead don't need to know too much, kill them!" Xia Mingyuan gave an order and the Yellow Turban warriors immediately took action.

Puff puff!

Puff puff!

The agile retainers could not even exert one tenth of their original strength in such a crowded encirclement.

After just one round of stabbing, most of them fell.

The boiling blood melted the snow on the ground. The fear on Zhao Jinrong's face became even more intense. His heart was in his throat and he hid back in the carriage trembling.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that divine soldiers would descend from the sky!

puff!

thump!

The sounds of a spear piercing the body, blood splattering, and the corpse falling to the ground rang out one after another. Zhao Jinrong was so scared that his face turned pale and he didn't even notice that his pants were wet with urine.

After a moment, everything returned to calm.

Xia Mingyuan cautiously used his spear to lift the carriage curtain and looked at Zhao Jinrong with a smile. "Tell me, who are you? Who ordered you to do this?"

"I... my name is Zhao Jinrong, and I'm the mayor of the capital. I absolutely have no intention of killing you. It was Queen Su Zhiwei who forced me to do this!" Zhao Jinrong fell to his knees on the ground, so frightened that he stuttered.

"It's these two mothers again!" Xia Mingyuan's expression condensed, revealing endless murderous intent.

He wrote down all these accounts one by one.

One day, I will get it all back!

Xia Mingyuan turned his gaze and looked at the frightened Zhao Jinrong. "Beijing's prefect, a fourth-rank official, you should be very rich, right?"

"Money? I have plenty of money! As long as you let me go! I am willing to give you all my wealth!" Zhao Jinrong looked excited, as if he saw a chance to survive.

"How to send it?" Xia Mingyuan asked.

"Will you come back to the capital with me to get it? Or will you go to Crow Mountain with me, and all the gold, silver, treasures, grain, oil, rice and flour in it will belong to you!" Zhao Jinrong vowed.

"Crow Mountain? Isn't that a bandit's den?" Xia Mingyuan raised his eyebrows.

"It's a den of bandits, but if we hadn't backed them up, they would have been wiped out by the soldiers long ago." In order to survive, Zhao Jinrong spilled everything.

Xia Mingyuan suddenly realized that it was true that there were demons everywhere at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

When he was begging on the streets near the capital, he saw the bandits from Crow Mountain looting villages and killing civilians indiscriminately.

Moreover, Crow Mountain is the only way to enter Beijing. All merchants and common people passing by have to pay a hefty toll if they want to enter or leave the city.

Xia Mingyuan had been wondering how the one or two hundred bandits in the Crow Mountain area dared to be so arrogant.

Now I understand that besides Zhao Jinrong, the mayor of the capital, there may be an even bigger figure backing Crow Mountain!

But then again, Crow Mountain has been plundering for years, so it must be very rich.

Xia Mingyuan was in urgent need of resources, and someone gave him a pillow just when he wanted to sleep!

Moreover, Crow Mountain is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is very difficult to lead troops to attack directly.

Even if we take it down, it will be impossible to resolve the situation because of the huge commotion it caused.

Now with Zhao Jinrong leading the way, we can just send troops up the mountain and take it easily.

So Xia Mingyuan replied: "Okay, then I will accompany you to Crow Mountain!"

"Are you sure?" Zhao Jinrong was stunned on the spot, a little bit unable to believe his ears.

As soon as he said these three words, he regretted it and wanted to slap himself in the face.

What if Xia Mingyuan regrets it?

"Sure, you lead the way." Xia Mingyuan said with a smile.

"You can lead the way, but only the two of us can go up the mountain. If we take them up the mountain, I'm afraid people will misunderstand us." Zhao Jinrong said this tremblingly, fearing that Xia Mingyuan would not agree, and even more afraid that Xia Mingyuan would see through his little plan.

"Okay! Just wait here!" Xia Mingyuan ordered.

"Yes!" One hundred Yellow Turban strongmen answered in unison, standing in the wind and snow like strong pine trees.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Then come with me up the mountain!" Zhao Jinrong excitedly said three words in a row, and the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

The fear I had just felt disappeared, and my heart was filled with joy.

There are more than a hundred ruthless bandits on Crow Mountain. If Xia Mingyuan goes up the mountain alone, he will be like a sheep walking into the tiger's mouth!

When the time comes, Xia Mingyuan must be severely tortured!

Gouge out his eyes, cut out his tongue, chop off his limbs, pull out his tendons and peel off his skin!

When he dies, his body will be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs!

At this moment, Zhao Jinrong was walking briskly, wishing he could teleport to Crow Mountain, but he was still making empty promises, fearing that Xia Mingyuan would go down the mountain halfway. "Don't worry, the bandit leader of Crow Mountain knows me. If I tell him to go east, he won't dare to go west!"

"As long as you go up the mountain, all the valuable things on the mountain will belong to you, including the women!"

Xia Mingyuan just smiled and said nothing. Zhao Jinrong's abacus beads were about to fall on his face. "Why are you walking so fast? Crow Mountain is still a few hours away from here. We still have time if we walk slowly."

"Yes, yes, let's walk slowly then." Zhao Jinrong was afraid of being exposed, so he slowed down his pace with a flattering look on his face.

About three hours later, Zhao Jinrong, with the help of a special badge, had a smooth journey and soon brought Xia Mingyuan to the village on the top of the mountain.

Outside the village, nearly two hundred bandits were joking around, looking like a mob.

More than a dozen bandit leaders gathered in the village, each with a ferocious face and a bandit-like demeanor.

Those who can sit here are all core figures of Crow Mountain.

Directly above, a middle-aged man with a scarred face sat on a tiger-skin throne. Upon seeing Zhao Jinrong appear, a fawning smile immediately broke out across his fleshy face. "Master Zhao, why did you come up the mountain in such cold weather? Don't worry, this month's accounts have been settled and will be sent to the capital soon."

"You bunch of tactless guys, what are you still standing there for? Give Lord Zhao a seat!" The scarred man shouted at his men.

"Get up. I'll sit here to keep warm." Zhao Jinrong strode up to the scarred man.

"Please sit down, please sit down." The scarred man did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. He stood up quickly and wiped the dust off the tiger skin with his clothes, being extremely flattering.

"Zhao Jinrong, isn't it time to fulfill your promise?" Xia Mingyuan interrupted.

"How dare you! Where did this lunatic come from? How dare you call Lord Zhao by his name!" The scarred man shouted harshly.

Zhao Jinrong was full of confidence. He lazily reclined on the tiger-skin throne and sneered, "Xia Mingyuan, I've lived for most of my life, and I've never met anyone as stupid as you! You actually followed me up to Crow Mountain!"

"Open your eyes and take a closer look. All of Crow Mountain is my people. What can you use to fight me now?"

Swish swish!

Everyone in the village heard the hostility in Zhao Jinrong's tone, so they all drew their swords.

As long as they receive the order from Zhao Jinrong, they will chop Xia Mingyuan into pieces without hesitation.

"I didn't expect you to keep your promise. I just wanted you to take me up the mountain." Xia Mingyuan didn't get angry but smiled. He found a place to sit down with a relaxed look on his face.

"So what if you went up the mountain alone? Can you conjure up an army out of thin air?" Zhao Jinrong sneered.