Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 93: The Final Battle between Fulong Village and Menghu Village

"These guys must be out of their minds. What grudges do they have?"

The seven people and a dog from Fulong Village stared at the challenge letter for a long time and summed it up in one sentence.

Xin Zhuo also didn't expect that Menghu Village would come looking for trouble. The most annoying thing in life is when you don't pay attention, but the other party keeps trying to mess with you.

Cui Ying'er brushed her hair behind her ear and said, "Is it because of what happened at the city gates of Fufeng Mansion last time? When we went to morally blackmail them, the leader of Fulong Village sent them a final letter, which triggered their competitive spirit. It's interesting to see them fall into the same trap."

"That's right!"

Talking about this, the bandits couldn't help but be happy and burst into laughter.

Muran Xiu rubbed his nose and said seriously, "I found out their identities. The new leaders are all outsiders with good backgrounds. That day, they imitated us and charged towards the city gates of Fufeng Mansion, but they didn't know anything about warfare. They ended up standing on the right wing of the auxiliary army and were hacked to death by the Dongyi cavalry.

Later, we ran away, but they didn't. They were left in the city and became rebels. They were praised by the people and were morally blackmailed. In the subsequent battles, they charged faster than anyone else. Out of the over one hundred people, only about thirty survived. Although they died for the country, it wasn't in vain. They died heroically, like true heroes. However..."

Unable to hold it in, he burst into laughter again.

Those dead bandits were indeed fierce and heroic, but the word "hero" might not be what they wanted for themselves. They would probably curse the leaders even in death for being ridiculous.

"It is indeed admirable and makes us look like cowards with insufficient determination!"

Xin Zhuo sighed and concluded, "So, they felt cheated afterwards, became more and more uncomfortable as they thought about it, and with so many of their brothers dead, they are determined to seek revenge against us in a decisive battle?"

The bandits stopped laughing, and Muran Xiu frowned and said, "That should be the case!"

"Let's practice first and see the pros and cons."

Xin Zhuo took out a brush and paper, drew a diagram with proportional figures, and everyone gathered around.

Then, the situation didn't look optimistic!

The intentions of the leaders of Menghu Village were unclear. It was uncertain whether they were just rich young men playing around or if they really wanted to become bandits. However, these people had a high realm. The leader, Shangguan Fanqing, was at the sixth rank or higher, and the other two were at the seventh rank, with five or six at the eighth rank.

In comparison, only Xin Zhuo and Muran Xiu had the ability to fight, while Cui Ying'er and the others had no room to fight back.

Not to mention that even if Menghu Village lost nearly a hundred people, they still had three hundred young and strong men, among whom there were many martial artists.

They really couldn't underestimate them. Underestimating them would result in being played to death.

The atmosphere in the hall became heavy.

After a while, Cui Ying'er asked, "What's the leader's plan?"

The bandits all looked at their leader. Once the main pillar and dependency were established, it would become a habit.

However, Xin Zhuo looked in the direction of the mountain: "Has anyone gone down the mountain to check? Did anyone from Menghu Village come up?"

Bai Jianxi rubbed his nose and smiled, "I went down to check. There are only about ten lackeys guarding the exit of the mountain. I set up a hidden lookout, so we can be alerted if someone comes up.

Those leaders of theirs should have just returned from the mansion, so they probably want to rest for the night! No one knows them better than I do."

Suddenly, Xin Zhuo's face looked strange, and he asked again, "Is there really a lot of public resentment in Ping'an County?"

Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang looked at each other, a little confused. What does this have to do with Ping'an County? But they nodded, "Very big, so big that it's frightening."

"Very well, we still have one day, which is more than enough!"

Xin Zhuo stretched lazily and said, "Seven against three hundred, the advantage is on our side! Let's stabilize Menghu Village first, then set a fire, and finally trap them!"

The bandits looked at each other and finally heard these words again. They were all excited, "Seven against three hundred, the advantage is on our side, haha..."

...

Indeed, there were lackeys from Menghu Village patrolling at the foot of the mountain. There weren't many of them, just over ten, but they were enough to block all the exits from the mountain.

The leaders of Menghu Village were indeed not present because they were hosting a banquet tonight.

In a valley next to the three thousand caves, lights were brightly lit, and white cloth, paper figures, and paper horses were placed in a mess.

Not far away, there were about a hundred graves, but they were unusually neat and orderly.

The elderly, weak, women, and children were saddened, but not many, because the over one hundred people who died were the best martial artists, the most ruthless and merciless, who killed without blinking an eye, and were completely devoid of family. They usually beat and kicked their own people and were under strict control.

It was only when King Xin was in power that things were calm for a while.

Sun Wu was a person with attention to detail. When he led people to the capital, he specifically selected them.

"Damn it! I really can't swallow this anger!"

In the heavy snow, there were more than ten tables filled with food and drinks, including chicken, fish, meat, eggs, fruits, snacks, and alcohol. These supplies, including paper figures and paper horses, were definitely not available in Menghuo Village. However, when they returned, they raided Ping'an County again.

Even the trumpet band and the craftsmen who made paper figures also brought a batch. Because they were rebels, it was a moral kidnapping, a counter-moral kidnapping, and another moral kidnapping. It was really hard to explain.

The one speaking was Sun Wu. His arms and legs were wrapped in bandages, and he wore a mourning hat that looked out of place on his head. His face was covered in blood and dust, giving him a fierce and desolate look. He slapped his thigh, wincing in pain.

Not only him, but also Jiang Hezhu and other young gentlemen at the same table had lost their former elegance. They were all ragged, with messy beards and numerous injuries, looking more like bandits than actual bandits.

Shangguan Fanqing was slightly better, but only to a limited extent. He was dirty all over, and his hair was in disarray. "So, we must exterminate Fulong Village?"

"Definitely!" Jiang Hezhu gulped down a large mouthful of wine, squinting his eyes. His originally handsome face twisted and darkened. "Xin Zhuo, this treacherous thief, talks about justice all the time, but he's actually a petty person. He deceived us and slipped away with his men. Is he even human? He's not worthy of being called a son of man! If we don't kill him, I won't be able to calm down!"

"That's right!"

Everyone agreed, especially Jin Gou Gambling House's former owner, Sun Dalu, who extended his right hand with two broken fingers, looking fierce. "Don't forget, he also bankrupted us. This anger is stuck in our chests and won't go away! Sending him a challenge letter is actually giving him face!"

"But..." Hai Tang, the maid covered in dirt, hesitated and said softly, "From beginning to end, he didn't actually harm us. We gambled and lost money on our own, and we went to the battlefield on our own."

The table fell silent for a moment.

Jiang Hezhu's eyes turned red. "Hai Tang, you're confused. Don't you understand the principle that the leader of the evil must be killed? Haven't you heard of the term 'ringleader'? Tens of thousands of taels of silver, over a hundred lives!"

"Oh." Hai Tang stammered, unable to speak. She didn't know who was right or wrong for a while.

"The innocent suffer for the guilty, and the guilty suffer for their crimes. Holding hands with you, growing old with you. In the dream, pear blossoms press against the sea of red. In short, Xin Zhuo is not without guilt, but it is said that he has gone to Qiugong Pavilion."

Shangguan Fanqing's eyes flickered. He raised his leg, full of banditry. "Let's first besiege Fulong Village, kill all his subordinates, subdue him, and ask him if he submits or not. Then we can take him to Qiugong Pavilion. This way, we can crush Xin Zhuo's arrogance, punish his heart, and not offend Qiugong Pavilion. It's simply... using borrowed power!"

Originally, he had no ill intentions towards Xin Zhuo, he just found him interesting. But for some reason, he was provoked by the other party, went to the battlefield, and fought desperately for half a month. Resentment grew, and right and wrong were no longer worth mentioning.

"Wonderful! With the phrase '大当家' (the leader), we've got this under control!" The crowd couldn't help but applaud and cheer, full of confidence.

"Attention!"

Just then, two lackeys of the bandits rushed through the snow, carrying a pair of couplets, and hurriedly ran up. "The broken couplets sent by the Fulong Gang!"

The crowd exchanged glances and quickly gathered around, only to see:

Upper couplet: The sound, appearance, and laughter still remain today.

Lower couplet: Riding on a crane, heading west and never returning.

Horizontal scroll: The heroes of the Menghu Gang will be remembered forever.

Postscript: Respectfully presented by the Fulong Gang.

It rhymes quite well.

There was a moment of silence among the crowd. They hadn't expected these couplets, after all, the bandits were like ghosts, and probably couldn't understand them.

However, how ironic is this? Are they implying that they are sending us off to our deaths?

Sun Wu hesitated for a moment and cursed, "Who are they mocking? Everyone is dead, where is the sound, appearance, and laughter? Who in our Menghu Gang can ride a crane? They would fall to their death! This Xin Zhuo is a vicious person!"

Jiang Hezhu took a deep breath and said coldly, "A cat crying over a dead mouse with false compassion. Tomorrow at noon, we will hold a flag-raising ceremony, and when night falls, we will launch an attack. Kill without mercy!"

Shangguan Fanqing nodded, "Agreed!"

Turning around, he shouted, "Start playing the suona, and let the little play begin."

...

At dawn the next day, the first hint of twilight appeared on the eastern horizon. In the snow in front of the east gate of Ping'an County, seven figures in tattered clothes appeared.

"If we don't want to be played to death by those guys, we must take it seriously and follow the plan. The success rate should be about seventy percent."

"Understood, leader!"

(End of this chapter)