Chapter 240 Zhao Xia's Countermeasures
Chapter 240 Zhao Xia's Countermeasures (Sorry, only this chapter today)
The Yunwu Villa in the east of the city was originally the headquarters of the Dragon Scale Society.
After the Songshan Sect issued a challenge to Qingfeng Village, two groups of people entered the village one after another.
Many people are destined to remain sleepless this night.
The lanterns hanging on the eaves cast a halo of light, stretching the guards' shadows very long, and many of them looked solemn.
The Five Mountains Sword Sect is very famous in the martial arts world, and the Thirteen Protectors are also well-known. It is hard to predict the outcome of the Qingfeng Village, a carp in the pond, versus the giant dragon in the river or the sea.
The hall was brightly lit.
Liu Dachui looked at the plaque, on which were engraved the three characters "Feng Yutang". The handwriting was neat but a little rigid, as if it was written by a beginner. However, it was extremely rare among the people of the underworld who were used to fighting with swordsmen.
"Young Master, I'm afraid that what you are thinking is..."
"The fallen flowers have their intentions, but it is hard to ask the flowing water."
He sighed softly, thoughtfully.
As time went by, the originally bold and unruly Third Village Chief had gray hair and wrinkles on his forehead, revealing a bit of old age. Fortunately, during the rise of Qingfeng Village, a new generation of people gradually emerged.
At this time, four people, Chen Wu, Liao Quan, Yuan Dingjia and Zhao Zhiguo, were sitting in the hall. Under the two deputy leaders, they were the most important leaders in the village.
"I heard that Village Chief Zhang has been promoted to an important position, and his status in the Sun Moon Divine Sect is no longer what it used to be."
Liu Dachui glanced at him and asked, "What do you want to say, kid?"
Liao Quan was an old brother of the Wild Wolf Gang with rich experience. He had personal relationships with Zhao Xia and Liu Dachui. He had outstanding abilities and became the leader of the infantry. He was qualified to say some things that others found difficult to advise.
Liao Quan looked at the empty main seat above and sighed.
"The Five Mountains Sword Sect, headed by Songshan, is a first-rate force in the martial arts world that can rival the Sun and Moon Sect."
"We only sent two guards this time, but they were so powerful that the village chief could only fight them to a draw."
"If we retreat to Yunwu Mountain, we will have no worries. But if we want to defend Pingyang City at the same time, I'm afraid we may not be able to do so."
Liu Dachui said angrily, "Liao Quan, what on earth are you talking about? Are you going to give up Pingyang City just because you are unable to do it? Don't you know what this means? Without a way to make money, thousands of people in the mountains and on the hills will have to rely on cutting your flesh to feed them?"
Liao Quan hurriedly said, "Third Village Leader, what I mean is that we should ask for help from the Sun Moon Divine Sect."
Liu Dachui frowned and said, "We sent someone to Pingding City to report a few days ago."
Liao Quan shook his head and said, "That was to report to Fenglei Hall. Now that things have come to this, we should go directly to Zhang Zhaizhu."
"This……"
Liu Dachui had this idea in mind. The Songshan Sect had returned to Pingyang, and it was obvious that they were well prepared. He wanted to write a letter to the leader of the stronghold, but the young leader disagreed, saying that he didn't want to trouble him with such a small matter.
"But now it seems like it's no longer a small matter."
Chen Wu also said: "Based on the form of today's arena competition, the Songshan Sect and the Jinyiwei have formed an alliance. This is a long-term concern."
He is the surrendered leader of the Black Wind Village. He was born into a military family and is good at using a large bow. Now he has become the leader of the archers. He is meticulous and knowledgeable.
"The most urgent matter is how to deal with the competition in the ring tomorrow?"
"If we win, there is still room for maneuver."
"If we lose, Qingfeng Village's prestige will plummet, and the Songshan Sect will take advantage of the situation to launch an attack. Ji Ling will also be able to participate in it legitimately. With both sides forcing us, I'm afraid we won't be able to give up Pingyang City even if we don't want to."
Yuan Dingjia said: "Jiuqujian is Zuo Lengchan's direct disciple, and he has mastered the true swordsmanship of the Songshan School. If the village chief had not been injured, he could still fight with him, but now..."
After these words were spoken, the five people in the hall couldn't help feeling ashamed.
There are thousands of men in Qingfeng Village, but at the critical moment, they have to let a woman take the lead.
As they were talking, they heard the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the hall. They felt nervous because the village chief was recuperating from his injuries. At this moment, nothing could go wrong.
"Who's making the noise?"
Liu Dachui picked up the iron ring sword, walked out of Feng Yutang and stood on the steps.
About thirty or forty men came into the yard, working in groups of two, carrying wooden boxes.
The boxes were wrapped with a layer of felt, which seemed to be used to prevent moisture and water. There were about twenty such boxes, and no one knew what rare treasures were filled in them. The men were extremely careful and landed the boxes slowly and lightly.
"Brother Liu, it's me." A burly man came out of the darkness, holding an iron rod in his hand. He was the fourth village leader Fan Zhutian who was supposed to stay in Yunwu Mountain. He walked up the steps and saw that everyone was looking at him with puzzled eyes. He smiled and said, "Everyone, let's go in and talk."
Several people sat down in Feng Yutang. Liu Dachui looked at Fan Zhutian opposite him and asked impatiently.
"Brother Fan, aren't you staying in Yunwu Mountain? Did something happen in Qingfeng Village?"
Fan Zhutian shook his head and said, "No, I was ordered by the village chief to take over a batch of southern goods. It was really far away, almost reaching the border of Hubei. I hurried as fast as I could and finally got back on time without missing anything."
Liu Dachui and others were confused and were about to continue asking when they saw Zhao Xia coming out from the back hall.
Following behind her was an old man, who was the head craftsman of the mountain stronghold, Kuai Qiao. He had brought a group of apprentices to Pingyang City before, but he had not been seen in the past few days. Unexpectedly, he showed up at this moment.
"Meet the village chief."
Everyone stood up and bowed.
Zhao Xia was wearing a moon-colored robe and cloud-patterned brocade boots. She was tall and slender. She sat down on the armchair under the plaque of "Feng Yutang", glanced at the six people with respectful expressions, and laughed softly.
"Everyone, please take a seat."
"Thank you, village chief."
Leader Zhao was a man of few words, but he always led the troops in tough battles, was fair in rewarding and punishing, and had a magnanimous demeanor.
Over the years, her prestige in Qingfeng Village has surpassed that of Zhang Yu. Even the disciples and leaders who joined the village later have hardly heard of the missing leader Zhang.
"Brother Fan, have you retrieved the items?"
"Village leader, you have fulfilled your mission."
Fan Zhutian clapped his hands and asked two disciples to carry in a wooden box.
turn on.
The box was padded with straw, three layers above and below, and was filled with fire bombs, which were tightly stuffed with straw. Each wooden shell fire bomb was the size of a child's head, with a fuse inserted. They looked like black-faced boys with pigtails, and were filled with black gunpowder.
Liu Dachui and others were all shocked that the leader of the Zhao village actually ordered such a large batch of gunpowder. Then they became excited. It seemed that she already had a plan. To deal with such a dangerous situation, no matter what they did, it was better than doing nothing and being led by the opponent.
Zhao Xia asked, "How many fire bombs are there? Have you counted them?"
Fan Zhutian said: "There are 500 in total. We paid 400 taels of gold to Jiangnan Pili Hall."
Although the Jiangnan Pili Hall is a gang, it has always been mysterious. It specializes in selling weapons and gunpowder and has accumulated enormous wealth. Some people speculate that the person behind the Pili Hall is Mr. Ning, who is rich enough to rival a country, and can make local governments turn a deaf ear to it.
Liu Dachui asked with a smile: "Brother Fan, so the village chief asked you to do such a big thing, but I don't know where to use these fire bombs?"
Fan Zhutian shook his head and said, "I am also following orders. I am in this mountain and I don't know the true face of Mount Lu. I'd better listen to the orders of the village chief."
Zhao Xia chuckled and said, "Mr. Kuai, tell me what I asked you to do these days."
The old man responded and said slowly, "Eight days ago, the village chief asked me to find a residence in the south of the city and lead people to secretly dig a tunnel leading to the bottom of the arena at the crossroads. We succeeded last night."
"... dig a cave under the arena, put these fire bombs in, and detonate them in batches..."
Zhao Xia stood up, glanced at the plaque of 'Feng Yu Tang' behind him, and said to everyone in the hall.
"My Lord once said that in the martial arts world, if you want to be feared, you don't just have to follow the rules!"
"Ever since the Songshan Sect set up a fighting arena in Pingyang City, I already knew that they had colluded with Ji Ling, and the other party was the first to break the rules of the martial arts world."
"If we win tomorrow, that's fine. If we lose, after our brothers have evacuated, we will immediately ignite the fire bombs and send the Jinyiwei and the Songshan Sect to the west together."
Not everyone agreed with this plan, but there seemed to be no better way.
That night, Yunwu Villa tripled its guard and was on high alert.
Sorry, I couldn't sleep last night. After a day of work today, I came home and took a cold shower, drank cold tea, and slapped myself twice. I tried everything, but I'm still groggy and not in the right state. I can force myself to write, but I just can't make up the word count. I'm sorry to my fellow readers and myself.
There is only this one update today, I will try to adjust it tomorrow. I would like to bow to the boss of 'I Have a Love Letter'. It was too wasteful and made me feel guilty. Thank you very much.
[Alas, I can’t write a book. The writer said that it seems like I have endless things to say.]
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(End of this chapter)