The dozen or so little bosses all looked at the Sweeping King, wanting to see what the big boss meant.
The Sweeping King didn't speak, he just touched the handle of the knife and thought deeply.
One of the tall leaders saw that the Sweeper King had been silent and couldn't help but said: "Master, I see that all their cavalry have dismounted. When we approach the gate of the village and suddenly rise up, we will definitely catch this group of people off guard." , then the hundred tall horses will be ours, as well as the food in the village, women, and warm blankets."
The tall boss's words were very tempting, which made the somewhat wavering Sweeping King's heart move.
"We'll wait and see what happens." The sweeping king couldn't resist the temptation in the end, because the tall horse opposite him really made him greedy.
The dozen or so leaders around him all showed joy when they heard this.
At this time, wheelbarrows were rolled out one after another from the village, with four or five sacks on each wheelbarrow.
Each of these sacks is equivalent to about one stone of grain.
Seeing the food being pushed out, a short leader rolled his eyes, walked up to the Sweeping King and whispered a few words in his ear.
After hearing what the little leader said, the Sweeping King patted his shoulder with a smile, then stood up and walked to the gate of the village and said, "We have to inspect all these grains!"
When Han Xi, who was standing at the gate of the village, heard this, he stopped the wheelbarrow and let these people inspect the goods.
Afterwards, bags of food were opened, and the stray thieves who were staying in the distance slowly gathered together.
These people carried bags of grain from wheelbarrows.
Seventy kilograms of food, including hundreds of bags, were placed on the ground in just a moment.
At this time, another group of thieves approached, seeming to be watching the fun.
In this way, more than 200 bandits gathered at the entrance of the village, and some bandits got stuck at the entrance of the village intentionally or unintentionally.
"Is it okay?" Han Xi asked.
The Sweeping King was smiling all over his face. He motioned to the two men around him with his eyes. He then approached Han Xi and said with a smile, "It's no problem. I don't know my brother's name yet..."
When the sweeping king who spoke came within two feet of Han Xi, he suddenly took a step forward and appeared in front of Han Xi in an instant.
I saw the sweeping king with a ferocious smile on his face. He raised his short knife high and slashed at Han Xi's head. It seemed that he was going to kill Han Xi with one knife.
When the dozen or so bosses around saw the Sweeper King taking action, they all became violent.
"Kill!"
"Bang~~"
"Bang bang bang~~"
Suddenly a burst of white mist rose outside the village gate.
The Sweeping King slashed the air with his sword, and at the same time he felt a stinging pain in his chest. When he looked down, he saw that his chest was bright red.
Damn it, Han Xi was not clear about the virtues of thieves. Most of them were smugglers and gangsters from various places before. They were not innocent people. The refugees who have no food to eat are just dependent.
So when the Sweeping King ran over, Han Xi jumped back to distance himself, then pulled out the short flintlock gun from his waist and shot.
This sweeping king was also unlucky. The flintlock gun did not misfire this time and hit him directly in the chest.
Firearms produced by the Empire will sometimes misfire. About three out of ten guns will misfire.
Just like a 50-cent lighter, it can't light every time.
This burst of gunshots shocked everyone.
The old man who owned the village in Anning Village was the first to come to his senses, and then shouted loudly: "Close the gate of the village quickly!"
But it was too late. A dozen bandits were already stuck at the entrance of the village, fighting with the villagers inside the village.
As for the Sweeping King, looking at the wound on his chest, he broke out in a cold sweat. He covered his bleeding chest with his hands and retreated into the group of thieves.
But after taking a few steps, he felt a pain in his back. Looking back, he saw Han Xi, who was catching up from behind, slashing with his second knife.
This frightened the Sweeping King and rolled forward to hide, then he ran on all fours into the crowd of thieves.
When Han Xi saw the thieves rushing up in front of him, he did not choose to chase them. Although he had some skills, he was not a brave warrior.
Han Xi retreated, and the bandit caught up with him, but he was quickly forced back by a row of spikes.
This is the bayonet blade on the matchlock gun. The gun plus the bayonet blade is a short spear.
"General, they are about to break into the village." Suddenly the old man, the village leader, shouted.
Han Xi looked over and saw that the twenty or so local warriors were no match for a few thieves armed with daggers. Many of them were injured.
"Ten people passed by." Han Xi shouted loudly, and then rushed into the group of thieves with more than 20 people.
There were hundreds of thieves in the group, but the only ones who could really fight were a dozen old thieves on horseback, and sixty or seventy men with fierce faces.
The rest of the people, like the pioneers in the village, were even worse off because they didn't have enough to eat.
More than 20 people from Han Xi rushed in, chasing and killing a group of thieves like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep.
It only took a moment to chop down a piece of it, and the bandits were so frightened that they did not dare to get closer than a foot away from Han Xi and his party.
Those old thieves had just been killed by a round of musket fire. At this time, except for a few old thieves at the village gate, the rest were hiding in the crowd and did not dare to show their faces.
At this time, more than sixty imperial cavalry were already on their horses, surrounding them from the sides, squeezing the space for the bandits to move.
There were ten knights guarding Han Xi and his party.
The sweeping king, who was huddled in the crowd, looked pale due to blood loss. Looking at the messy situation on the field, he knew that this time he had hit an iron plate.
The Sweeping King didn't dare to stay longer, so he got on a horse and rushed out. It looked like he wanted to escape. Seeing that the boss had run away, the remaining old thieves dared not stay. They all grabbed their horses and ran away, and those without horses also followed behind.
At this time, hundreds of bandits had finished running away, and the remaining bandits dropped their weapons and surrendered.
When Han Xi saw that the overall situation was decided, he shouted loudly: "Thirty cavalry chase after me and bring the horse back to me."
As Han Xi gave the order, thirty cavalry quickly chased him.
Han Xi saw that his body was stained with a lot of blood due to the killing just now, and he suddenly felt unlucky. He only had this set of clothes now.
As for asking someone in the village to get one?
Han Xi would rather wear the bloody clothes because the smell of those clothes was too strong. There is no washing powder or soap when washing clothes in these valleys, not even saponin. I don't feel the odor on my body at all.
Is it someone else’s? I can’t stand it!
After a while, the cavalry who went out recovered ten horses and more than twenty people who escaped.
These people and the bandits who had just surrendered were escorted to the wall of the house.
"Have you counted how many people there are?" Han Xi asked the old village leader beside him, complaining in his heart that it would take so long to count several people.
The old man, the leader of the village, wiped the sweat from his forehead and then replied: "There are six hundred and seventy-six people in total, twenty-three dead and forty-six injured. I heard from them that there is a group of old people five miles away. Weak family members.”
Hearing this, Han Xi fell into deep thought, thinking about how to deal with these people.
Kill them all?
Although Han Xi is still killing people with a blink of an eye, he has not yet reached such a ruthless level.
Soon, Han Xi made a decision. He needed people to dig canals, build blacksmith shops, textile mills, and cultivate terraces. He killed all the leaders of these people and left the rest for reconstruction.
"Go ten people and bring back those old and weak people, and take away all the food." Han Xi ordered.
