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

Hearing this, Xia Mingyuan smiled without saying anything, and immediately opened the system panel.

[Ordinary soldiers: 411.]

[Level 1 Yellow Turban Warrior: 100.]

The space in the village is narrow, so upgrading all of them to Yellow Turban warriors is not the best option.

So, Xia Mingyuan upgraded fifty first-level border archers, fifty first-level rattan shield soldiers, and one hundred first-level Yellow Turban strongmen.

Two hundred soldiers, facing less than two hundred bandits, had the advantage in numbers.

The soldiers wore light armor and had certain defensive capabilities, while the bandits were all wearing coarse linen shirts, which could draw blood with just one cut from the sword, and they also had an advantage in equipment!

However, Xia Mingyuan's greatest advantage lies in the fact that his troops can cooperate with each other to exert a combat effectiveness that is greater than the sum of one and one!

[Ordinary soldiers: 11.]

[Level 1 Edge Archer: 50.]

[Level 1 Vine Shield Soldier: 50.]

[Level 1 Yellow Turban Warrior: 200.]

"Why aren't you talking? Have you finally accepted your fate? If you have, then go and die! Do it!" Zhao Jinrong said fiercely.

"Damn it! Don't move! I'm going to kill him with my own hands!" The scarred man shouted, stopping the people around him from moving forward.

The credit that I got for free is right in front of me, there is no reason to give it to others!

The scarred man pulled out his machete and chopped at Xia Mingyuan's head fiercely, "Boy, your death has come!"

Keng!

Just when everyone thought that Xia Mingyuan's head was going to be chopped in half, a rattan shield blocked the machete.

Immediately afterwards, fifty border archers, fifty rattan shield soldiers, and a hundred Yellow Turban strongmen appeared out of thin air in the village.

In an instant, it seemed as if time stopped and the world stood still.

Everyone's face showed deep shock and fear, and their expressions were more exaggerated than if they had seen a ghost!

"What...what's going on? I seem to be hallucinating!"

"Did I just black out? When did these soldiers break in?"

"Boss, did you see that? Why are there two hundred soldiers in the village?"

Many small bandit leaders turned their heads to look at the scarred man.

The scarred man was also confused. The knife he had just swung hit the rattan shield so hard that his palm was still numb.

This is definitely not an illusion!

But how did these two hundred soldiers appear out of nowhere?

It was obvious that only Zhao Jinrong and Xia Mingyuan came in just now!

"Master Zhao, what...what's going on?" The scarred man turned around and looked at Zhao Jinrong.

At this time, Zhao Jinrong was already frightened silly, his eyes were as big as copper bells.

The arrogance and confidence just now disappeared, replaced by endless fear.

A hundred soldiers appeared out of thin air at the foot of the mountain, and now two hundred soldiers appeared out of thin air!

Is this something an ordinary person can do?

It's a ghost!

It must be a ghost!

Zhao Jinrong had heard from people in the palace that Xia Mingyuan was kicked into the ice pool by Xia Lingfeng and caught a cold.

In such a cold day, living in such a shabby house with drafts on all sides, how could you survive if you caught a cold?

Thinking of this, Zhao Jinrong was so scared that he pissed and shit all over his body and collapsed on the tiger-skin chair.

"Useless coward!" Seeing Zhao Jinrong's expression, the scarred man cursed him inwardly, then looked at Xia Mingyuan with a smile, "Little brother, what happened just now was a misunderstanding. I just wanted to test your courage. Let's..."

Xia Mingyuan had a clear purpose and didn't bother to waste time talking to them. He calmly ordered, "Kill! Leave no one alive!"

"Yes!" Two hundred soldiers answered in unison and took action immediately.

Two hundred against a dozen, there is no suspense at all.

The archers fired a volley and pinned them all to the ground.

Afterwards, Xia Mingyuan ordered the elimination of the bandits outside.

Soon, shouts and screams were heard outside. Xia Mingyuan picked up the machete on the ground and walked up to Zhao Jinrong.

"Don't... don't kill me... I..."

puff!

As soon as Zhao Jinrong finished speaking, Xia Mingyuan chopped off his head with a knife. Then he looked at the scarred man who was dying from several arrows and asked, "Where are all the money and resources that Crow Mountain has plundered over the years hidden?"

"Boy, do you know who is behind Crow Mountain? If you were to..."

puff!

Xia Mingyuan struck again, killing the scarred man cleanly and efficiently.

He even planned to kill Xia Lingfeng and Su Zhiwei, so what was the big deal about destroying a small Crow Mountain?

More than an hour later, night fell and all the bandits in Crow Mountain were wiped out.

There were no casualties among the soldiers, with only a few infantrymen suffering minor injuries.

Xia Mingyuan sent people to bring up the hundred Yellow Turban warriors from the foot of the mountain, and at the same time ordered them to clean up the battlefield and search for financial resources.

With the joint efforts of hundreds of people, the warehouse location was finally found.

The moment he pushed open the warehouse door, piles of grain and boxes of gold, silver and treasures appeared in front of Xia Mingyuan.

"Hahaha! We're rich! We're rich!" Xia Mingyuan couldn't stop laughing and immediately ordered a count of the resources.

You don’t know until you count it clearly, and you’ll be shocked when you do.

There were more than 40,000 kilograms of grain alone, enough to feed 100 adults for a whole year. There were also thousands of kilograms of pickled meat, bacon and wine stored.

In addition, there were ten full boxes of gold, silver, treasures, silks and satins.

If these things were converted into grain, it would be at least 100,000 kilograms!

Xia Mingyuan was originally worried about resources and didn't know how to support this group of soldiers.

Now all the problems are solved!

Judging from the progress of producing more than 1,400 soldiers a day, these resources are enough to support half a month!

This is also based on the premise that all the soldiers produced are summoned. If they are not summoned, they are just numbers and will not consume resources, so they can last longer!

"Although the urgent problem has been solved, how to transport these resources has become a new problem." After his excitement faded, Xia Mingyuan frowned again.

If the capital city fails to receive tribute from Crow Mountain, they will definitely send someone to inquire about it.

It is impossible to hide it. Once the capital knows that Crow Mountain has been occupied by others, they will definitely send troops to "suppress the bandits" and take back the interests that originally belonged to them!

By that time, there will be no chance to leave!

But there are problems with leaving now!

First, the soldiers who have been summoned cannot be recalled, and hundreds of soldiers walking on the road are likely to attract attention.

Secondly, carrying so much gold, silver and food on the road would easily attract covetousness and cause unnecessary trouble.

"It seems I have to go back to the capital tomorrow, at least to deal with these gold, silver and grain first, and then I can take the rest of the things one step at a time." Xia Mingyuan muttered to himself.

……

The next morning.

Xia Mingyuan changed his clothes and rode down the mountain alone towards the capital.

The city gate was crowded with civilians, and there were many soldiers maintaining order.

The streets were cleared cleanly, as if waiting for some important person to appear.

Xia Mingyuan lowered the brim of his hat, dismounted silently and stood aside, not daring to act rashly.

After a long time, a large group of people walked out of the city.

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded the sedan chair in the middle. In addition to the guards, there were also many maids and more than a dozen carts carrying items of unknown origin.

Someone in the team held up a flag with the words "Hanyang" written on it.

"Princess Hanyang?! Is she going to become a vassal?!" Xia Mingyuan was slightly surprised, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.