Furong Village is more than 100 miles north of Xinghua City. The mountains are surrounded by steep mountains and steep cliffs on all sides. The top of the mountain is flat like a blooming hibiscus flower, and there are clear springs and streams. The geographical location is unique, and it can be said that one man is at the pass and ten thousand men cannot bloom.

With the superior geographical environment, Furong Village naturally becomes an excellent place for the people. With this place as the base camp, the surrounding several official roads and waterways are all under my control. I planted this tree and opened this road. If you want to pass this road, you will leave it to buy wealth.

In order to prevent outsiders from attacking, Furong Village built a city wall on the west side without a cliff. Although it was only a few miles long, it took a lot of manpower from the village to finally be built. This is even more solid. Unless there are good siege equipment, you will definitely not be able to get it with brute force alone.

As the leader of Furong Village, the first thing that one-eyed Cui Minggui does when he wakes up every morning is to patrol the city wall for a week.

Cui Minggui's eyes were shot by an arrow in a robbery, becoming one-eyed deaf. He pulled out the arrow, his face was bloody, and he rode his horse to chase him for several hours, and chopped off one of the escorts who shot him to death. From then on, he became one-eyed, and from then on he got the nickname of a death-seeking ghost. As long as someone dared to be detrimental to him, his big knife that was as sharp as iron as mud would definitely wave it without hesitation.

The second leader of the living king of Hell followed him without leaving any steps.

The two of them are childhood friends, growing up in the same village, studying together, practicing martial arts together, killing people and robbing people together, and they came to Furong Village together, killing the master here, and occupying the village.

The boss is extremely brave, but he is irritable by nature. The second boss is brave and resourceful, but he is lustful. As long as the boss wants, all the women he stole from the village will be occupied by the second boss. After having enough fun, he will be rewarded to the servants.

The two walked forward on the bluestone above the city wall.

Suddenly, the boss stopped and five feet ahead, a minion was sleeping with a spear.

The second leader took two steps forward, raised his whip and whipped it hard.

"Ah..." With a miserable scream, the minion woke up completely, and a blood-red mark passed by the back.

"Good boss, please spare me! Good boss, please spare me!" The minion immediately knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.

"You know the rules in the village. What punishment should you punish if you don't perform your duties and sit on guard and sleep?"

“It’s time to put the oil pan.”

When the little guy heard this, he was so scared that he was scattered: "The boss is willing to spare his life, but the young man is afraid again. The boss is willing to spare his life!"

"Drag on!" The second head of the army spoke.

Two people immediately walked behind him and dragged the minions down.

The other minions standing guard all turned pale.

"Everyone has heard it clearly. It is all our contribution to everyone's contribution to our copycat. But we are doing inexpensive business. There are many enemies and we can't tell when they will be touched. Although the copycat is dangerous and easy to defend and difficult to attack, we must not relax. Everyone is below and can't be happy, but when standing guard here, you must always open your eyes wide. I will never give up on this kind of thing." The boss said calmly.

"Yes, the boss." The minions standing guard replied loudly.

The Death-Gui nodded with satisfaction and turned around to walk down the city tower.

"Boss, big things are wrong!" A small minion ran out of the city wall and shouted out in panting.

"Shake a bird! Come in!" The desperate ghost recognized that this was Liu San, who he sent to open a teahouse at the foot of the mountain. He usually used the cover of selling tea to inquire about the fat sheep around him.

After putting down the hanging basket, several people pulled Liu San up.

The city gate is relatively thick, and it can only be opened with six or seven people working together. It is usually opened only when you go out to rob the fat sheep. It is always closed, which is also a means to prevent surprise attacks.

"What's wrong?" asked the Living Hell.

"Report to the master, the second master, the county master in Xinghua City, we sent troops to encircle and suppress us!" Liu San said anxiously.

Although the little guys who were watching around did not move their faces, their ears had already stood up.

"You're so panicked! Even if Gaoyou Mansion sends troops, we are not afraid. When has our village suffered a loss since its establishment?" The Living Hell whipped the floor beside him, "Go down to speak, it's windy here."

When he arrived at a corner of the city wall, the Living Hell kicked Liu San: "You stupid pig, I thought you were smart enough to send you to the teahouse. Why are you so unintentional? You disturbed the morale of the army in front of so many people!"

"I know I'm wrong!" Liu San said tremblingly.

"Forget it." The death-seeking ghost said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"The tea shed at the foot of the mountain has been occupied by the officers and soldiers. They said they were waiting for the follow-up personnel to gather together and come up to attack our Furong Village."

"How many people do they have? Who are they?" asked the Living Hell. It would be better not to have Mongolians, because killing Mongolians is a serious crime. Although the terrain of the mountain village is dangerous, it is absolutely impossible to fight against the Yuan Dynasty. The mountain village has been robbing everywhere over the years, and it is also a passing Han people. Occasionally killing one or two lonely Mongolians to fight against the Mongolian army? Don't even think about it.

"I didn't see the Mongolians, they were all ordinary Southern officers and soldiers, and some were servants of wealthy families."

Even the servants of the big family participated? The Living Hell was a little confused: "Why did they come to attack us?"

The main business of the copycat is to rob passers-by merchants. As for the local big-name households, the copycat has a secret agreement with them. They pay grain and pay protection fees for the copycat every year, while the copycat protects their safety. They have always abide by this agreement. Why are these big-name households gradually getting bolder and dare to touch the tiger's butt?

"I heard from them that our Furong Village robbed the food from the family of Mr. Liu Ziren, a wealthy man from Dingxi, and killed seven or eight of them, making Mr. Liu so angry that he vomited blood. Therefore, he gathered his troops and came to attack us."

"Don't... stinky fart! We have been in the camp these days. When did we steal his food?" said the death-hunting ghost angrily.

"Brother, maybe we'll be blamed!" The Living Hell King was smart and considered half a military advisor. He analyzed that there must be some conspiracy in the middle, and the copycat was used.

"No matter how he is chasing or not, what happens when the officers and soldiers come? Are we still afraid that he will not succeed?" said the deadly ghost: "With my big sword in my hand, more than a hundred brothers under my command, and such a tall city wall, are you afraid that he will be afraid of his officers and soldiers!"

"Brother! Why are you so angry? We have to discuss a complete solution." The Living Hell advised.

"Tell me the order, everyone will go to the city wall immediately, fuck you guys, kill one, and reward five taels of silver." said the Death-seeking ghost and the guards behind him.
Chapter completed!