The Government Assigns A Daughter-In-Law, Which Needs To Be Chosen?

Chapter 145: Harvesting Wheat

One mile away from the manor.

The fierce bandit general of the Taxation Department ordered the army to stop.

However, during this process, he ordered 500 elite soldiers to hide in the mountains and carefully conceal themselves.

His plan was clear.

That was to feign defeat and lure the manor's guards into pursuit.

Once they were led to the ambush location, they would unleash a volley of crossbow bolts from the divine crossbows, disrupting the formation of the manor's guards. After completing this, he would lead the large group of soldiers who feigned defeat to counterattack.

The plan had undergone a slight change, from using cavalry as bait to using the entire army as bait.

Because the general felt that when the cavalry was defeated earlier, since the guards of the manor did not pursue, it was obvious that they had their sights set on their main force. He decided to use their own tactics against them, striving to complete the plan.

This situation naturally did not escape Lin Fan's surveillance.

However, he did not pay any attention to it. No matter what the other party did, the result would be the same.

Just a garrison of a county.

If they couldn't handle these people, how could they challenge the entire court?

The opposing general was unaware that he was just a cannon fodder from beginning to end. When the planned operation went smoothly, he even revealed a hint of satisfaction.

"In a real battlefield, it's not just about strength, but also military strategy!"

The general chuckled proudly and glanced at the adjutant beside him.

The adjutant did not respond to this, but watched the army move with seriousness.

In order to achieve an excellent lure effect, this lure operation did not involve any fancy tactics. With the support of the cavalry, a neat army of 4,000 soldiers directly charged towards the manor, looking organized and disciplined.

4,000 soldiers.

It didn't sound like a lot.

But when they were gathered together, it was a vast expanse, just like a school assembly, with heads standing tall as far as the eye could see, creating a huge commotion with every step they took.

The shouts of killing merged together, giving off a momentum that seemed to break through the sky.

In this area.

Apart from Lin Fan's manor, there were also many wealthy households with their own manors.

At this moment, when they heard the deafening shouts of killing, they were all frightened and ordered their own servants to tightly close the gates, not even daring to watch the excitement.

The violent resistance of Lin Fan, the manor owner, against the head tax was no longer a secret in this area. After all, many yamen officials followed along, and after drinking two taels of horse urine, they spilled everything.

Now, with this terrifying sound of killing, it was obvious that the army of the Taxation Department was coming.

"I heard that Lord Lin has considerable strength. I wonder if he can withstand it?"

Although they didn't dare to watch, many people couldn't help but be curious.

"It's difficult. The army of the Taxation Department is an elite force that frequently strikes against major powers. Every time they act, their targets are completely annihilated."

Someone sighed in response.

It wasn't that they were familiar with Lin Fan, but it was rare to see someone who dared to resist the head tax. He would soon be wiped out, naturally causing many people to sigh.

"That's the theory, but until the end, who can really know?"

Someone proposed a different view, and it was an old man with gray hair.

"Oh? Could it be that Master Tie knows some inside information?"

The people discussing turned their gaze towards the old man, their eyes filled with curiosity.

"Let's stop here. I want to clarify once again that the Si River Gang has long been disbanded, and I have long retired and no longer hold any position as a gang leader!"

The old man with gray hair spoke with a serious expression.

The one who proposed the different view was none other than the former leader of the Iron Leg Water Drifters, Tie Lao. His words were extremely resolute.

"Hehe, it's just a title. There's no need to take it too seriously, right?"

Someone replied with a smile.

"No, it's important. I want to reiterate that the Si River Gang has already disbanded, and I am not a gang leader!"

Tie Lao's expression became even more serious, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Outside, he was nothing, but in Tianfeng County, he still had some influence as the Iron Leg Water Drifter. Now that he issued a warning, even if some people had doubts in their hearts, no one mentioned it again.

However, they were still somewhat puzzled. It was just a respectful title. Was it necessary to be so cautious?

Tie Lao did not explain.

Only those who had never experienced it would never understand the pain in his heart.

This title...

He had suffered for it for a long time!

"Now that Master Tie has asked us not to mention it, let's not mention it. Let's return to the previous topic."

Someone stepped forward to mediate.

And the people present naturally had no objections to this situation.

They happened to gather together today because a manor owner had invited them to a banquet. Those who could attend were all respectable people, and naturally, there were no impulsive youngsters among them.

The topic of the old gang leader was put aside.

Soon, they returned to the original topic.

Tie Lao still held his own opinion on this matter.

Regarding this inexplicable optimism, someone made a suggestion or a bet.

"Since Master Tie is so optimistic, why don't a few of us make a bet?"

A middle-aged man with a goatee looked at the others and proposed.

"What kind of bet?"

The others became interested in this sudden proposal.

The goatee laughed and said, "It's very simple. Right now, everyone's opinions are not unified, right? Why don't we each place our bets separately, gambling on whether your views or Iron Lord's views are correct."

"Good idea!"

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, and Iron Lord did not oppose it either.

But compared to the others who didn't have much confidence, he directly placed a bet in favor and even put down half of his fortune, a total of five thousand silver tickets, in front of the goatee.

The goatee, who was in charge of the betting, was startled. The odds for this favorable outcome were 1:2. If he lost to Iron Lord, he would have to pay a total of ten thousand silver tickets.

Fortunately, there were also many people who bet against Iron Lord, and the total amount was about the same.

According to the odds.

Regardless of which side wins or loses, he would make a small profit this time.

After calculating in his mind, the goatee suddenly smiled happily.

Originally, they were all planning to stay in the current manor and not go out to avoid unnecessary trouble. But with this huge bet, they naturally couldn't sit still.

Led by Iron Lord, the group quickly climbed up a hill with a good view. Their speed was so fast that even the young people were amazed.

But as soon as they reached the top,

They saw a scene that would be unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

They saw that the army shouting and killing in front of them, when they were close to Lin Fan Manor, fell down in rows like cutting wheat.

Although the two sides were still dozens of meters apart, these dozens of meters seemed like the realm of death. Anyone, whether cavalry or infantry, who entered this area, all fell down.

Even the resilient warhorses also kept falling down.

It was just a blink of an eye.

The charging army, which seemed to be in a chaotic mass, was swept away in a large area.

Those who couldn't see the situation behind them were still charging forward, but those who saw it in front of them had fear on their faces and desperately tried to squeeze back, colliding fiercely with those who were charging forward.

In order to avoid being pushed forward, some even drew their knives and slashed at their companions who were pushing them, showing no mercy.

They would rather cut their own companions than take a step forward. This strange scene directly confused all the gamblers who happened to witness this scene.

What kind of divine operation was this?

Aren't the direct-controlled troops of the Taxation Department the elite of the court?

Is this the elite?

The elite who attacks their own people?

Everyone present was full of question marks.

And the commanding general who was in control of the situation in the rear was also confused.

He didn't know what was happening that caused a life-restricted area within dozens of meters between the two sides, where anyone who approached would be continuously harvested like wheat.

It wasn't until he used his internal energy to enhance his vision that he saw the culprit.

Those were metal cylinders, currently held in the hands of the Ming Guards. As long as a large army approached within fifty meters, they would be targeted and pressed in order.

Wait and press down.

The densely packed, needle-like projectiles will be scattered like raindrops.

The entire fan-shaped area radiates within a range of one hundred meters, and no one can escape.

Even if only hit in an inconsequential place, the wound will quickly ooze black blood, and a person will be done for after a few kicks.

Strike to the throat, sealing it with blood!

This phrase instantly comes to mind.

Clearly, the small metal cylinder is the embodiment of the reaper!

In such a situation,

How can those who see their comrades fall continue to move forward?

In less than ten minutes,

The entire army has been defeated.

And it is not a planned feigned defeat, but a real defeat, a defeat like a collapsing mountain. No one can command, they only want to flee for their lives towards any gap they can find.

The commanding general has exploded.

Even if the ambush that was drawn out can really act according to plan, there is no way to make this army that is truly fleeing turn around and counterattack!

All of this has shattered their courage!

That absolute realm of death is truly too terrifying.

Even he feels his scalp tingling.

However,

What makes his scalp tingle even more is still to come.

He sees the crossbowmen lying in ambush in the mountains and forests, who, for some reason, have encountered something terrifying. They are shouting and running out of the forest, disregarding the military orders they carry.

The terrified appearance of running and shouting, even losing their crossbows, as if there is some terrifying presence in the mountains and forests, that if they run even a step slower, they may be forever trapped inside.

"What the hell?!"

The commanding general has a bad feeling.

Soon, this feeling is confirmed.

Some of the crossbowmen who are running slowly have their heads flying off while running. That eerie and horrifying scene is even more terrifying than the realm of death just now!

"Hiss! What kind of monster did those useless tax officials bring upon us?"

The commanding general can't help but take a cold breath, and his entire scalp tingles.

There is no way to fight this.

At this moment,

He instantly has the thought of running away. Whoever loves to fight in this place can come and fight.

But just as he is about to turn around and make a run for it, a long-prepared, chilling arrow comes like lightning, breaking through the air.

(End of this chapter)