Mr. Bai felt a little guilty when he saw the villagers' enthusiastic behavior. Combined with the performance of the third master just now, he immediately understood it - a cult.
This is obviously the work of a cult.
This girl should be a saint from a cult, just like the White Lotus Saint, and the deity they talk about is essentially the same as the "Innocent Old Mother".
The Ming Dynasty has been cracking down on the White Lotus Sect for hundreds of years and has never stopped.
As a gentleman, Mr. Bai has mastered the Six Arts of the Gentleman, so of course he will not like cults.
He grabbed Thirty-Two and whispered: "Is there a cult in this village? You actually hang out with these people?"
Thirty-two: "Those who respect evil gods are cults. If they are good gods, they cannot be called cults."
Mr. Bai: "Listen to what they are shouting. I am afraid they will give you a hammer. With such slogans, what is this if it is not a cult?"
Thirty-two: "Ahem, that's because Tianzun is [eclectic]."
Mr. Bai: "Crazy...all crazy..."
Thirty-two chuckled: "Mr. Bai, actually I understand you. When I first came to this village, I had the same idea as you, until I saw Tianzun casting a spell with my own eyes."
Mr. Bai squinted: "This is what cults do to deceive people. There will always be a saint or a goddess who can see the evil god casting spells, but others can't, tsk."
Thirty-Two: "But you also saw Tianzun cast a spell just now."
A huge question mark slowly popped up above Mr. Bai's head: "When will I see it?"
Thirty-two pointed outside the city: "There was a sudden sandstorm outside the city just now, helping your servants and tenants to escape into Gaojia Village, but did you feel the strong wind blowing against your face?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Mr. Bai was stunned.
Just now I ran for my life in embarrassment without thinking about it. Now that I think about it, I realize something strange. There is a strong sandstorm outside the city, but I stand hundreds of meters away and can't feel the wind hitting my face. This thing is really weird. The spirit.
Thirty-two: "That wind is the Heavenly Lord casting a spell."
Mr. Bai didn't know whether to believe it or not.
At this time, the group of bandits outside the village temporarily stood still. When they heard the people of Gaojia Village shouting in unison, they knew that the village had decided to resist. In this case, they broke up and sent two errands back to inform the boss. , preparing to attack Gaojiacun, the remaining people were sitting outside, looking coldly at the high wall in front of them.
The villagers in the city began to get nervous.
These villagers had little combat experience and had no idea what to do when this happened. They looked at Thirty-Two, who also didn't know how and could only shake their heads. The group of people had no choice but to look at Gao Yiye.
Gao Yiye spread his hands and said: "Tianzun asked us to prepare ourselves first. He has other things to do for a while."
Everyone: "..."
Thirty-Two grabbed Mr. Bai's arm: "Mr. Bai, it seems that I have to rely on you to take command. You are the team training coach of Baijiabao. You can fight."
Mr. Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I lost the battle and was driven here!"
Thirty-two: "As the saying goes, one learns from every experience, and you must be better than us."
Mr. Bai thought carefully: "That's all, I'll do it."
The bandits are now sending people to move reinforcements, and the opponent's main force is looting their property in Baijiapu. It will take at least four hours to come back and forth. The bandits will not arrive until evening at the earliest, and there is still time.
Mr. Bai first counted the number of people. There were about 150 people in Gaojia Village. After deducting the old and weak women who had no fighting ability, there were still 70 people. There were still more than a dozen servants and tenants who had just followed him into Gaojia Village. There are more than sixty people, and all the servants are capable of fighting. After deducting the old, weak and women, among the tenants, there are only twenty-four people who can fight.
Adding all those who can fight together, there will be more than a hundred people.
More than a hundred people, relying on the two-foot-high city wall of Gaojiacun, have a chance to survive!
Mr. Bai perked up, waved his hand and commanded: "Men who are strong, start moving the stones. Move all the big and small stones in the village to the city wall. The bigger stones will be used to push against the back of the city gate to block it." The city gate hole. Even if the bandits destroy the wooden gate, they will not be able to rush into the city."
"Use small and medium-sized stones to hit the enemies who climb the city, especially above the city gate. Pile more medium-sized stones. If the opponent wants to forcefully attack the city gate, throw the stones down and kill them."
"If there are not enough stones, demolish the stone house..."
He glanced around the village. The whole village was full of dilapidated thatched houses. Only one building was made of stone. After a closer look, he saw that the building was the most conspicuous building in the village, "Daoxuan Tianzun Cave", and it was brand new.
He was about to say: "You can dismantle this."
Thirty-two next to him spoke first: "This can't be demolished. If you want to demolish it, you will die without a burial place."
Mr. Bai was stunned and thought to himself: It seems that all the cultists in the village have to protect this temple. I, an outsider, should stop making trouble and become a hero by understanding the current situation.
He asked loudly: "Is there any oil in the village? If there is oil, you can boil it. When the thieves climb the city, pour the boiling oil on their heads..."
As soon as I said this, I felt a little regretful.
Just by looking at the houses in this village, you can tell that the village is extremely poor, with shabby thatched houses and ragged villagers. There are also several shacks set up along the inside of the city wall. Many people even don’t even have shacks, but sleep on the ground. Hay, sleeping on the ground.
Where can I find oil in such a poor village? It seems that boiling water can only be used instead, but the effect of boiling water is far less than that of oil.
Just when I thought of this, I heard Thirty-Two shouting: "You, you, you... and you, a dozen of you, go to the warehouse quickly, take out the large basin of oil, prepare pots and pans, and let The women boiled the oil.”
The few villagers whose names were called responded, ran into a broken house, and soon brought out a large basin of oil.
This basin is actually a mineral water bottle cap, but after being placed in the box, it turned into a huge basin nearly one foot in diameter.
At this time, the oil inside was less than half, otherwise a dozen villagers would not be able to move it.
This huge pot of oil was placed in front of Mr. Bai with a clang, which made him stunned: "So much oil? It smells so good. This is all good rapeseed oil, right? This... this During the drought... was Gaojiacun so wealthy?"
Thirty-Two chuckled: "The divine object gifted by the Heavenly Lord is enough to surprise you. Don't be in a daze. If you have any other means of defending the city, bring them out quickly."
Mr. Bai hurriedly woke up. Now he had to race against time. It was really not the time to be shocked. He quickly led the more than a hundred people who could fight up to the city wall, one team at a time, and designated a defense area for them step by step. He also explained the bandits for a while. What if we attack from here, what if we attack from that side, what if the bandits attack the city...
A lot of countermeasures were drawn up to deal with the chaos.
At the same time, Li Daoxuan had already gone downstairs and was standing in a children's toy store, sifting through the rows of small toys on the counter...
