"The boss."

When Qin Chuan was looking at Fan Yongdou affectionately, Li Dingliang, not far away, suddenly called him.

Qin Chuan turned his head and looked at it, frowned and hurriedly rode his horse over.

Under a grain truck that was ripped with holes by a javelin, there was a fine black sand flowing down along the wooden boards of the truck, and piled into small black sand piles below.

Qin Chuan dismounted, leaned over and took a handful of black fine sand, took it in front of him, then raised his head and sneered at Fan Yongdou on the lion beam.

"Master Fan, you are so brave. You dare to sell this thing to Jiannu."

Fan Yongdou didn't say a word, just stared at him with a gray face, and his body shivered slightly from time to time.

"snort!"

Qin Chuan snorted coldly, threw the fine black sand on his hand to the side, and shouted: "Fan Yongdou, your Fan family is finished!"

Fan Yongdou still said nothing and stared at him.

Qin Chuan turned around and explained to the side: "Call Liu Youzhu and Zhao Wu back, let them lead 300 people, and follow me to get the round formation at the end of the convoy. Li Dingliang, you will take 300 people to guard here, let the prisoners pick out all the gunpowder, sew the grain bags, and reload the grain with the truck."

"yes."

Li Dingliang took the order and went there.

Those black fine sand are gunpowder.

It is still granulated black gunpowder, wrapped with a layer of tung oil brushed with tung oil, then put it in a sack, and sandwiched it in the middle of the grain truck.

Li Dingliang asked the more than 200 captured prisoners to check all the 280 intercepted grain trucks, and brought out a total of 60 bags of gunpowder, weighing about 3,000 kilograms.

Fan Yongdou was too brave. He not only sold grain and iron, but also sold gunpowder, and the amount was so large.

In Qin Chuan's opinion, this kind of traitor must be cleaned up.

The circular formation at the rear of the convoy was quickly taken down, and the Sanbai Guard hid behind the food truck formed the circular formation. Qin Chuan had no choice but to deal with them, but the javelin and bows could not do anything to them. If he rushed in, he would suffer considerable damage.

Later, Qin Chuan thought of a great way, used the newly seized black gunpowder to make several crude gunpowder bags, then used cloth strips and gunpowder to make several fuses temporarily, inserted them into the gunpowder bag, and let more than ten Guandi soldiers hold large shields, hold the gunpowder bags, and walk ten steps away with the other party's bow and arrow, ignite the fuse, throw the gunpowder bags into the food truck, and then retreat quickly.

He was right, there were also many grain trucks loaded with gunpowder in the circular formation at the end of the convoy.

As soon as the first round of gunpowder pack was thrown, the flames that exploded detonated the gunpowder on a grain truck.

Although the black gunpowder in this era is not very powerful, dozens or even hundreds of kilograms of black gunpowder can be fried in a large sack, and the power of the explosion cannot be underestimated.

After a loud bang, several nearby grain trucks were overturned and the nearby guardhouse was in trouble. The closest ones were blown away several feet away, and the grain particles shot out from the air were riddled with holes.

The farther away were also splattered with grains and blood, and screamed endlessly.

Even though several Guandi soldiers were blocked by a large wooden shield, they were still overturned by the air waves. One of them was unlucky and was covered with half of their body by splashing grains.

As soon as the gap was opened, Qin Chuan took the opportunity to lead the elite troops and rushed in through the gap. Anyone with weapons on his body would be killed.

Soon, the people inside surrendered.

Qin Chuan got most of the grain trucks in the Fan family's convoy. Apart from the blown up or the javelins that were really unusable, there were 420 mule and horse carriages. Except for a small part of gunpowder, they were basically filled with food, which was estimated to be about 4,000 stones.

Many mules and horses who pulled the cart were unfortunately stabbed to death by javelins, leaving only 340 horses, but the total number of riding horses seized was as many as 500, including about 300 war horses that had been strictly trained.

More than 500 prisoners were captured, and they were identifying the coachman and the guards, picking out some bandits, horse bandits, and cutting them off, and all the unhonest gangsters were cut off.

Just as he was identifying the prisoners, a very conscious guard suddenly pointed at a young man with a dusty face and shrouded hair, shouting: "He is the eldest son of the Fan family."

When Qin Chuan heard this, he became interested and personally tidied up the young man's messy hair. A face full of mud but still slightly familiar appeared in front of him.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but laugh: "Young Master Fan, don't be fine."

This young man with a disheveled head is Fan Sanbo Fan Grand Master.

His father was afraid that the food trucks in Shizigou would fall into Qin Chuan's hands, so he sent him to command and supervise the battle. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got to Shizigou, Qin Chuan attacked in with lightning speed.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Fan Sanpang, the eldest son of Fan threw away his mink coat, pulled off his hair, and rolled a few on the ground with his hair disheveled, covering a lot of mud on his face, hoping to use this to hide his identity and find an opportunity to escape.

Unexpectedly, a sharp-eyed guard recognized him at first sight and shouted out loud.

So, Master Fan became a prisoner.

But he was still arrogant, staring at the sharp-eyed and enthusiastic guardian with a ferocious face, and said in a slight manner: "I will peel your skin from the dog if you are scattered inside and outside one day!"

The guard was so scared that his neck shrank and he hid behind the crowd.

Then, Young Master Fan raised his chest again and said coldly to Qin Chuan: "If you dare to kill me, my Fan family will destroy Mengjiazhuang without leaving any chickens and dogs!"

Qin Chuan laughed in silence: "This... Mr. Fan, I have killed several members of your Fan family, one of you, one of you, and stole so many food and horses from your Fan family. Why don't you see your Fan family sank the Mengjiazhuang?"

"snort!"

Fan Sanbu snorted heavily: "That's because my Fan family disdained to fight with thieves like you, which allowed you to live longer."

"Tsk tsk tsk, so I have to thank the Fan family for their generosity."

Qin Chuan smiled again, turned to the side and said, "Come on, tie Master Fan, but don't strangle Master Fan to death, otherwise their Fan family will pacify our Mengjiazhuang."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A burst of laughter rang out next to him, and then Liu Youzhu walked over with a bundle of ropes and smiled at Fan Sanbao in a slight way. The centipede-like scar on his face looked even more ferocious.

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Fan stubbornly raised his chin, but his hands and feet began to tremble slightly.

"Young Master Fan, don't worry, he should not be as good as Long Yang." Qin Chuan said with a smile beside him.

Liu Youzhu held Fan Sanba and quickly tied the eldest son of the Fan family with a rope.

The bobcat picked up a torn shoe from somewhere. While yelling at bad breath, he squeezed the dirty torn shoe into Mr. Fan's mouth with force.

"Big Manager."

At this time, Zhao Wu walked to Qinchuan and signaled him to look up at the sky.

Qin Chuan raised his head and saw an unknown bird hovering above, as if he wanted to fly down to peck at the corpses all over the Lion Gully.

"That's Haidongqing of Jiannu."

Zhao Wu's face was a little solemn.

Qin Chuan was shocked and frowned.

Liao Sanqin, who was standing beside him, took the speech and said hatefully: "Jiannu is a good player who can tame Haidongqing so as to be used as a whistle detective. Although this beast can't speak, it will circle in places where there are people and guide Jiannu. As long as it is targeted by this beast, it will be difficult to escape. Many of our brothers were killed by this beast."

Qin Chuan frowned and asked, "In other words, Jiannu's spies are nearby, and their army is not far from here?"

Zhao Wu nodded: "It should be not far away. I guess they have discovered the situation nearby, and then stared at us with Haidongqing and waited for their army to arrive."

Qin Chuan turned his head and looked at Lion Liang. He saw the Fan family's guard and the coachman were carrying sacks in the grain truck, probably taking out the gunpowder so that he would not use it to explode the gap.

I looked at the sky again, and the sun was already hanging on the horizon to the west.

Lion beams are not easy to fight, Fan Yongdou has the advantage of the terrain and is blocked by grain trucks. The Fan family's elite guard should be there too.

If one or two hundred people die, I guess they will not be able to be killed.

The main force of the Later Jin Dynasty is not far away. If you spend time fighting the Lion Liang, you may be caught up by Jiannu.

Then, I can't leave.

After thinking about it, after hesitating for a long time, Qin Chuan finally sighed helplessly and asked, "Where are the fifty brothers driving donkey carts?"

"It's probably five miles away."

"Take fifty horses to pick them up, give them one more horse to the donkey cart, and you must arrive here within two quarters of an hour. Let the prisoners and the coachman load the food and gunpowder into the cart, clean the battlefield, pick up some light objects, don't cut the horse, mule meat, when the fifty brothers arrive, we set off immediately and rush back to the Bithead overnight."

"By the way, I don't want the one hundred and fifty donkey carts loaded with fodder on the way, but the donkey needs it. I'll send another fifty-four horses to bring them back, and wait for another quarter of an hour."

"The boss, will the Lion Liang be beaten?"

"No more fight, let Fan Yongdou's old lackey live longer. Anyway, his son is already in our hands."

"Then... won't we use his son to knock a thousand or two stones of grain back?"

"Of course, you have to knock it. One or two thousand stones are considered cheaper, and at least three thousand stones are required. But if you knock it now, we have to transport it back. Why don't we better let him transport the food to Loufan after going back?"

"Hehe, it's still thoughtful."

"Okay, go and work, give me Mr. Fan."

As he said that, Qin Chuan blocked Fan Sanbo's shoulders and led him toward Lion Liang.

Fan Sanbao bit his broken shoes and struggled hard, but the bobcat pricked his butt with a short knife from behind. He screamed in pain, and then he followed Qin Chuan obediently.

When there were two hundred steps away from the lion beam, Qin Chuan stopped and shouted "Master Fan" to the top.

Fan Yongdou has been paying attention to Qin Chuan and has long recognized that the young man tied up as his son. Now he is trembling with his hands and shouting to Qin Chuan hatefully: "Men surnamed Qin, let me go quickly. If you dare to hurt him, I, Fan Yongdou, even if I disperse the wealth of the Fan family, I will flatten your Mengjiazhuang, peel you and get cramps, and crush your bones and ashes!"

Qin Chuan responded with a smile: "Okay, as long as Mr. Fan transports 3,000 stones of grain to Loufan, Qin will definitely release the noble son."

"You...you are kidnapping!"

"That's right, I'm just kidnapping. I've tied up all the eldest son of the Zhang family and the fourth son of the Wu family. What if I tied you Fan Yongdou's son? Can you bite me?"

"You..." Fan Yongdou's face turned pale with anger.

"Master Fan, let's not talk nonsense. Three thousand stones of grain will be limited to three months, otherwise I'll wait to collect your son's body."

After saying that, Qin Chuan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him anymore, dragged Fan Sanbu and walked back.
To be continued...