Chapter 110 This Woman Looks Weirder the More I Look at Her

Boss Lu climbed out of the water, still dripping with water, and grinned at He Chunhua: "Are you all right?"

He Chunhua nodded slowly: "All right."

Since they had fallen out, they simply stopped pretending. The two used the axis formed by the line from the boat station to the village chief's house as the boundary, with the east side assigned to the officers and soldiers, the west side assigned to the bandits, and the threshing ground and the granary divided equally.

Within a quarter of an hour, everyone had to return to their positions according to the boundary.

From this point on, as long as the two sides did not cross the boundary, they could coexist peacefully before tomorrow morning.

The bandits went into the water again and carried the big fish. Boss Lu asked them to move the fish to the east boundary and said to He Chunhua: "This fish is fierce and delicious, so I'll give it to Lord He to calm him down!" After saying that, he called out, and the bandits retreated.

In an instant, the bandits on the open space at the head of the village left cleanly.

He Chunhua watched them go with a serious expression: "These bandits are not like ordinary bandits."

He Yue said ashamedly: "I was reckless and forced Deputy General Zeng to act."

"You are young and frivolous! You dare to take action without even knowing the details of the surname Lu?" He Chunhua glared at him, a little disappointed, "This has alerted the enemy, and he is already prepared. It is best that the bandits' proposal to coexist peacefully is true, otherwise there will be bloody storms tonight!"

He Yue pursed his lips and lowered his head.

This child, a large piece of his clothes was missing in the chaos. Mrs. Ying raised her hand to wipe the blood from his forehead, and she was very reluctant: "Master, Yue'er just wants to help..." The husband rarely spoke so harshly to his son.

"That's enough!" He Chunhua raised his hand to interrupt her, "Go back first, and then we'll discuss it."

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He Lingchuan pointed at Zhu and said to the fat man on the ground: "You two really don't have any tacit understanding. She said that the Shuiling tablet was broken, and you were not surprised at all."

The villagers went out to work during the day and returned home in the evening. How could the people of Xianling Village, who rely on water for their livelihood, take such a big event as the Shuiling tablet being broken calmly? Even if Zhu didn't spoil it for He Lingchuan in advance, he could see that Fatty Wang had a problem just based on this.

He Lingchuan then waved to Zhu: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhu lowered her voice and said hurriedly: "These bandits came to massacre the village this evening, but you suddenly came. They stayed and pretended to be villagers, and took away everyone's children, threatening us to cooperate."

He Lingchuan sighed.

To be honest, before seeing Zhu's blood letter, he just thought he had entered a black village. The villagers had committed too many murders, so they had a strong bloody aura on their bodies.

Where there are black shops, there are black villages. They do the same business. Taking in travelers is fake, but killing people and robbing money is real. But this situation mostly happens in remote mountain villages. As the saying goes, poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people.

Of course, Xianling Village is surrounded by mountains, and caravans and pedestrians are seldom visited, which also meets this geographical condition.

But he never expected that his opponent would be a group of bandits!

This is strange.

On the Hongya Commercial Road, he has been dealing with the sand bandits for more than a year or two. He knows that these guys are extremely cruel to civilians and merchants, but they are as obedient as lambs in front of the regular army. They are well aware of the essence of the people not fighting against the officials.

Are these fierce bandits who are slaughtering the village in front of them crazy? I heard that when the officers and soldiers enter the mountains, they will not only not flee, but also stay and pretend to be villagers!

"What are they going to do?" This is the purpose of his risky visit to Zhu.

Zhu shook her head: "No."

"Have bandits always been rampant in your area?"

Zhu nodded: "In the past three years, bandits have entered the village at least nine times, but they just robbed property and left. Last time, they injured two people. Unlike today's group of people, they killed more than a hundred villagers and even the owner of this house."

He Lingchuan was slightly surprised: "Is your husband dead too?"

She looked too calm, not like the family had lost the pillar. For ordinary peasant women, the death of their husbands is like the sky falling.

"Well, he stole a small boat and wanted to row to the lake, but the boat capsized after only more than ten feet. It seems that something dragged him to the bottom of the lake." Zhu's tone was flat, as if she was talking about someone else's disaster, someone else's husband.

"My condolences." She was not very sad, so He Lingchuan did not need to comfort her. "Do you know where they hid the children?"

Zhu shook her head: "The children are not in the village, but they are safe. You might as well think about how to fight back first. These bandits are not easy to deal with."

He Lingchuan looked at her carefully and couldn't help saying: "You came to me to tell me, aren't you afraid that the bandits will kill your children?"

This woman is getting weirder and weirder.

Zhu didn't even blink: "After these murderers kill the officers and soldiers, they will not let us go. If I don't tell you, everyone will die; if I tell you, there may be a glimmer of hope."

This is indeed the truth, but it is rare that she can still analyze calmly in the clutches of the enemy.

You have to know that people are born with a fluke mentality. Once they become prisoners, the promise of catching the kidnappers is like grasping the last straw, imagining that they will really let themselves go.

After all, for the desperate, the cruel reality is even more difficult to accept.

What's more, it involves children, and it is difficult for a mother to think calmly.

He Lingchuan slowly sat back, and his right hand unconsciously pressed the handle of the broken knife.

He had already smelled the scent of danger, and the coolness of the broken sword seemed to help him clear his mind and think calmly.

Then again, the last time he fought for two hours in his dream, he felt that the broken sword was more familiar after waking up.

In other words, the two of them were more compatible.

The only way now was to get more information from the enemy.

He Lingchuan thought for a moment, turned the fat man on the ground over to face up, and pulled out a dagger to hold it against his neck: "I have something to ask you. If you dare to shout, you will die. Do you understand?"

The fat man nodded hurriedly.

He Lingchuan took away the bread that was blocking his mouth, and then asked him: "How many people are there?"

"Two hundred...more than." The fat man really didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Be more specific."

"Two hundred..." The fat man seemed to be counting, "Thirty-five people!"

He said quickly: "We have no ill will towards the officers and soldiers. We just hope that we can live in peace tonight and go our separate ways tomorrow morning without any connection with each other!"

He Lingchuan looked at him sideways: "Did you say that, or did your boss Lu say that?"

"Boss Lu!" The fat man hurriedly said, "I heard him say it himself, it's absolutely true!"

Zhu suddenly said: "Are you sure you didn't count the number wrong?"

Fatty Wang looked at her: "We always have this group of people coming and going, how could we have counted wrong?"

Zhu sneered: "But I was imprisoned in the Shuiling Temple before, and I heard your companions talking by the temple, as if you had taken over the nearby town."

Even the town was taken down? The expression on He Lingchuan's face turned solemn.

Generally, bandits go down the mountain and rob people of goods, and at most rob them of sex, and rarely even kill people. Even an old-fashioned person knows that leeks can grow again after being cut. Killing all the villagers is equivalent to cutting off the roots of the leeks. Who will be left to harvest next time?