Everyone's eyes were also looking at Lin Si and Yin Jiu, but this time they became dull.
Lin Si and Yin Jiu looked at each other and replied: "Mother (aunt), this is not a gift, but a real copper coin."
Oh my God, my God, everyone present couldn't help but exclaimed.
This is simply unimaginable. Three copper coins have already purchased a load of rice.
One load of rice is basically enough to feed a family for a month, which means that one month's salary can feed a family.
The key is snow-white rice, not the hard-to-swallow sorghum rice.
Suddenly the women and aunts lost their composure and recommended their own ladies.
"Lin Si, my little lady is beautiful." A good-looking aunt said.
"That little lady of yours is almost as beautiful as her ugly father." Another aunt who also looked good came over and said to Lin Si, "Lin Si, my little lady looks like me, you should think about it. .”
For other women, Yin Jiu's parents kept selling their little ladies to them.
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"Catch them, the three of them have become the work of the barbarians!" The man named Zhong Jian led ten villagers, holding swords and guns in their hands, and rushed towards Lin Si menacingly.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked. When did these three people turn into barbarians?
Could it be that they were really bribed by the barbarians? Otherwise, where would they have gotten the flower fairy pollen and so many copper coins?
Just when everyone was thinking, things changed again, and the big man with a beard took action.
"The officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty are here." Wang Yunhua shouted while pulling out a slender scimitar from under the chicken bus.
After hearing this, the vendors also drew their machetes from the chicken bus and came towards Lin Si.
"They are not Song Dynasty official troops, they are Hu people, pretending to be traders to attack the village." There were constant shouts from the Bajiao Pavilion.
"They are barbarians, and the barbarians want to massacre the city." Other voices were also shouting.
"The officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty don't wear this kind of clothes at all. They are Hu people." Bajiaoting's voice confused the people. Could it be that these people were not traders but actually Hu people.
The people were stunned at first, what should they do now?
The people in the city were relieved when they heard the call from the Bajiao Pavilion. There were actually barbarians outside. Fortunately, we were in the city and safe.
Monster taro is a trivial matter, but life is a big matter. Fortunately, this village is built very tightly.
Hundreds of people outside the stockade saw both sides using knives and guns. Some of them, including Lin Changfu, Lin's wife, Lin Si, etc., were so frightened that they screamed and ran around.
A young vendor suddenly held up a strange-shaped object and shouted to everyone: "The Song Dynasty officers and soldiers are here. The people in the village should get down quickly, get down."
Before he finished speaking, arrows from the city wall were already shot at them.
Wang Yunhua was about to swing the scimitar in his hand, but was hugged tightly by Lin Changfu, who was extremely frightened, and was unable to use his hands or feet.
Fighting, one arrow hit Wang Yunhua's shoulder, and the other hit Lin Changfu's back.
Wang Yunhua endured the huge pain from his left shoulder, still hugging Lin Changfu with his left hand, unfolding the knife in his right hand, and slashed at the arrow.
Yin Meifu and her father were also hit by arrows. When they heard the shouts, they endured the pain and lay on the ground.
Seeing arrows constantly being shot from the city wall, Zhong Jian, an aide to the village, shouted: "Retreat and close the city gate."
They originally wanted to capture three villagers, but they didn't expect to encounter senior officers and soldiers dressed as traders. They must not be allowed to close the city gate. This stronghold is so tight that it is like a turtle shell and is difficult to break.
Mrs. Lin's wife reacted in time. When she heard the shouting, she pushed Lin Jiulinba to the ground, trembling all over.
Seeing Lin Si still stunned, she shouted loudly: "Silang, get down."
Duduo, an arrow has been shot at him.
Wang Yunhua couldn't help being furious. These villagers were indeed inhumane at all, and they even wanted to kill them even in their own village.
But at this time, he was hugged by Lin Changfu and it was too late to chop the arrow.
Ding-ding-ding, the sound echoed around Wang Yunhua.
It turned out that Liu Xianhong ran over. He kicked Lin Si to the ground and slashed at the arrow with his sword.
Huang Zhizhao saw the traders suddenly turned into officers and soldiers at the Bajiao Pavilion, and knew that it would be difficult to be kind today.
He looked around and saw that most of the people were still in the village, and couldn't help but smile coldly.
If you want to attack a stronghold, you must consider the people. Otherwise, what difference will you make to the barbarians?
He made a prompt decision and ordered the village guards to close the door immediately.
As long as the village gate is closed, with this dangerous terrain and the people in hand as hostages, it is completely possible to negotiate terms with the government.
Anyway, I can say that I didn’t go down the mountain. I didn’t know that Chengdu Prefecture had been captured by the Song Dynasty.
And I built this cottage just to protect the people, and I did protect the people.
Hehe, with these thousands of people in the village, no matter how powerful your officers and soldiers are, can you still do anything to the village owner?
Seeing the man holding a strange-shaped object, he expected it to be a microphone.
The sound of this microphone was so loud that it overshadowed him.
Thinking of this, he drew a big bow and shot at the man holding the microphone.
It's best to hit people. If you can't hit people, shoot the microphone to pieces.
Thinking of this, he drew his bow and arrow and shot towards the microphone.
Liu Xianhong couldn't help being surprised when a buzzing sound came over.
He looked up and saw that the other party was shooting at his microphone.
The opponent was very close and powerful, so he could only slash at the arrow based on his feeling.
Dangdang, the arrow fell to the ground.
But the opponent shot another arrow, and Liu Xianhong struggled to chop the second arrow.
This time Liu Xianhong barely managed to kill Hu Dao and reach the arrow. The arrow changed its direction slightly and hit the ground after grazing his left arm.
The arrowhead part entered the ground, and it was still shaking, so powerful!
Huang Zhizhao couldn't help but sneered when he saw that the other party had barely avoided the second arrow just now.
He opened his bow and nocked an arrow, and with a buzzing sound, the third arrow shot towards Liu Xianhong.
This time, what he shot was not the microphone, but Liu Xianhong's head.
He had already seen that Liu Xianhong was the leader of this group of people. The key was that they were dressed as traders and did not wear helmets and armor. This was the most favorable opportunity.
Liu Xianhong was shocked when he saw the opponent's arrow pointing at his head.
It was too late to react with the killing knife in his hand, and he subconsciously raised the horn.
With two clanging sounds, the arrow pierced the trumpet.
He was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. When he saw it, many robes were shot by the villagers' arrows because they did not have helmets or armor.
The two sides were too close to each other, less than five feet apart. They were on top of the city wall, and the security team was under the city wall. It was the best time for bows and arrows to use their arrows.
Seeing the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty dressed as traders becoming targets one by one, the villagers on the city wall couldn't help laughing.
The key thing is that they have no bows and arrows and are completely passive in being beaten, which makes Huang Zhizhao happy.
"Cyclone cannon, cyclone cannon, cyclone cannon!" Liu Xianhong shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, black thunderbolts flew out from the cyclone cannon.
Huang Zhizhao and the guards on the city wall took a look and saw that the other party actually used a small catapult, a small thing, to have such a big impact.
While they kept laughing, they drew their bows and arrows and shot at the live targets below.
Boom, boom, boom, with the sound of thunder one after another, between the lightning and thunder, one after another fire flashed around them.
This is really a joy that turns into a tragedy. Just now they were not laughing at others and they became living targets in their hands. In the blink of an eye, they became each other's living targets.
The villagers were stunned now. They saw the opponent's catapults continuously firing this lightning and thundering firearm. They saw Paoze next to them falling down with continuous screams. They saw the pungent black gunpowder smoke constantly rising around them. .
At the beginning, these people were able to fight back fearfully, but later they were petrified and stood on the city wall in shock, not knowing how to escape. Finally, a village soldier shouted "Monster, monster, monster!"
After saying that, he threw down his bow and arrow and ran towards the city!
With him taking the lead, other villagers also dropped their bows and arrows and ran towards the city.
Huang Zhizhao's nose was bleeding from the thunderous thunder, his face was covered with black soot, and his ears were buzzing.
He stood up unsteadily, drew his bow and nocked an arrow again, determined to shoot the man with the microphone to death.
He knew that this person must be the leader, and as long as he died, he could turn defeat into victory.
He set his sights on the target, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to shoot at the officer holding the microphone.
"Boom!" This time the thunderous thunder exploded around him.
Just as Huang Zhizhao shot the arrow, he was hit by ceramic shards and fell down with a groan.
Liu Xianhong finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the shooters in the Bajiao Pavilion falling continuously.
But he never expected that the shooter who wanted to kill him still didn't give up.
With a "buzz" sound, another arrow came. At this time, Liu Xianhong was already prepared and slashed at the arrow with his long knife.
But after all, the two sides were very close to each other, and the other side was a master. In the blink of an eye, the arrow had arrived in front of him.
With a clang, he slashed at the arrow with all his strength.
Even so, the arrow missed his forehead and hit the ground, where it stuck and shook.
so close! Liu Xianhong couldn't help but secretly feel lucky, and he admired his opponent very much.
Seeing Hong Tianlei fall down beside him, he expected that he would not escape this time, so he couldn't help but smile and nod.
This is a powerful enemy. He still hasn't given up in this situation. Could it be that he is the leader of the village or something like that.
Thinking of this, he admired this man's archery skills and courage.
After bowing to the enemy, he shouted loudly and blew open the city gate.
Seeing that the arrows on the city wall had basically disappeared, the soldiers of the security group couldn't help but feel boosted in morale.
Several soldiers quickly came to the chicken bus and took something like folded pants from it.
They quickly ran to the city gate, lit the line of fire, and ran away amidst the roaring sound.
Less than a hundred breaths later, fire and black smoke rose into the sky in front of the city gate, followed by a "rumbling" sound that shook the earth and the mountains.
Huang Zhizhao was already in a coma, but was woken up by the sound of explosions at the city gate.
He felt that the Octagonal Pavilion kept shaking, so he could only hold on to the city wall and see what was going on.
Below is a staff member leading a hundred soldiers to defend the city gate. He is full of confidence in the city gate.
