Chapter 117 Crazy Demon

"Although cannibalism is not uncommon, he is the only one who is proud of it and is self-satisfied with it. Half of the bad reputation of the rebels is due to his sins."

Zhao Qinghe continued He Yue's words and said: "Hong Xiangqian was defeated and killed, and Lu Yao gathered the remnants and fled south. They came to Xianling Village not to pass by as they claimed, but to meet with two other rebel generals at the Xianling Lake."

"These two people are General Wu Shaoyi of the Right Account and General Pei Xinyong of Hunshui."

He Yue was surprised and asked: "When will they meet, and how many people will there be in total?"

"Appointed tomorrow afternoon, Shuangyue Bay. The three armies together will have at least four to five thousand people."

He Lingchuan felt that he and his son were really unlucky. They clearly checked the almanac before going out!

Is that almanac fake? The product of some black-hearted workshop?

Whether it is officers and soldiers or bandits, the defeated army often has weapons and no discipline, burning, killing, looting and robbing along the way, which is more terrible than robbers.

In the next few days, Xianling Village will be full of rebels.

Originally, they heard that the villagers here were all fake bandits, so the He family father and son still looked down on them. After all, since ancient times, thieves have never fought against officials, not to mention that their own people are numerous and powerful, and the soldiers are elite and the generals are fierce.

He Lingchuan was even more confident because of several life-and-death adventures before and after, thinking that all the storms and waves had passed, so what was this little trouble?

But now I know that the other party is a rebel leader, a notorious cannibal general!

The other party has 1,400 men, and there will be three times that number of rebels coming tomorrow.

It's like a fisherman who wants to catch eels in the river, and he also jumps into the water and pulls wildly, and stabs it with a fishing fork a few times, and then finds that the thing is not an eel at all, but a section of the tail tip of a giant anaconda!

Is it too late to shrink back now?

He Lingchuan also saw the expressions of the staff around his father, and they were pale.

If you escape overnight, how high is the success rate?

He Lingchuan believed that his father's fighting spirit had also died down, and now was the time to start thinking about how to get out.

The staff said: "If we go down the mountain now, we may be able to get there before the reinforcements of the bandits in Desheng Town arrive."

Zhao Qinghe shook his head: "The fat man confessed that the bandits in Desheng Town have already arrived, about 700 people, and are resting at Shaozi Rock at the moment, only five miles away from here!"

Everyone was shocked.

The 200 bandits plus 700 reinforcements were twice as many as the officers and soldiers.

The number of the guards was more than 400, but there were only over 300 soldiers who could really fight, and the rest were women, children and logistics, with basically no combat power. If they really fought with the rebels, the officers and soldiers would have to distract themselves to protect them, which could be said to be a huge disadvantage.

Madam Ying and Zhu Xiu'er also knew that it was not good, and their faces were as white as paper.

If the officers and soldiers were defeated, the fate of these women... might as well be suicide.

Hearing these numbers, He Chunhua calmed down: "If Lu Yao has the advantage, why doesn't he start the war? He was attacked by Deputy General Zeng by the lake, but he was not angry, but asked for peace with me."

When he said this, He Yue immediately said: "He also wants to save his troops!"

"Since we will meet tomorrow, even if these defeated army leaders want to sit down and drink tea and discuss in harmony, I guess they will have to decide their positions according to their strength. In this situation, Lu Yao will suffer losses in the battle with our army, which may affect tomorrow's plan, so we have to compromise."

In other words, He Chunhua's official army and Lu Yao's rebels are now in a very subtle state of mind.

Both sides want to avoid losses.

He Lingchuan glanced at his younger brother. This second child is still very smart.

"Then there is still room for maneuver here, and it is not a dead end." The staff member Mo Zhe Jingxuan said, "But Lu Yao's so-called peaceful coexistence may only last a few hours."

"Negotiating peace with him is like seeking the skin of a tiger." He Chunhua pondered, "He doesn't want to take action tonight because he doesn't want to damage his strength; but when the three armies gather tomorrow, I'm afraid they will unite to hunt us down!"

Is there any action that can inspire the hearts of thieves more than killing a group of officers and soldiers?

These defeated troops may even think that they need a big victory to lay the foundation for the successful meeting.

He Lingchuan felt heavy in his heart, and felt as if he had returned to the battlefield in his dream. Will the despair of being surrounded by enemies and having no bright future be repeated in reality this time?

In this small ravine with no support, three hundred warriors have to fight against four or five thousand people and win. Even novels dare not write like this.

If that happens, He Chunhua and his three hundred people will be sacrificed by the rebels.

Mrs. Ying couldn't help but interrupt: "We can't leave now, and we can't leave tomorrow, so what should we do?" Should we just sit there and wait for death?

There was a moment of silence in the dining room.

If we don't leave, we will die. If we leave, we will die. More than three or four hundred people have unknowingly fallen into a desperate situation.

If it is said that there is always a way out, then where is the ray of hope?

He Lingchuan thought of the battlefield in his dream. When the last line of carriages was about to be broken, he didn't feel hopeless, but rather died with honor!

They persisted to the end and finally waited for the inspiring horn.

It's the same now. It's too early to admit defeat. There are still a few hours before dawn.

Time is money. They still have a chance to make a comeback.

Seeing everyone sitting in the hall in a daze, He Lingchuan coughed lightly and said to He Chunhua: "The strength is so different that it may not work to make a fuss about ourselves. Dad, have you considered seeking help from outside forces?"

"The nearest Desheng Town has been controlled by the rebels. If you want to borrow troops, you have to go further out to Qianteng Town. I remember there is the Zhechong Mansion of Hebei, but after the battle of Woling Pass, I don't know how many soldiers are still there." He Chunhua took a deep breath, "I'll write a letter for help and send someone down the mountain. If we can hold on until tomorrow afternoon, maybe... there is still hope."

"No... Dad, what I mean is that the rebels are not a monolithic group. Are the two generals surnamed Wu and Pei convinced by Lu Yao? Instead of relying on the unreliable soldiers down the mountain, why don't we try to borrow strength to fight against strength?" Seeing everyone staring at him eagerly, He Lingchuan laughed dryly, "That's all I can think of, and I'll add more."

"Chuan'er, what you said..." He Chunhua's mind flashed, and after thinking carefully, his eyes became brighter and brighter, "It makes sense! Yes, it makes a lot of sense!"

He was also confused for a while, frightened by the number of rebels Wu Yangyang, but forgot that two-thirds of them were not Lu Yao's men! Although they are all rebels, the difference is huge.

He Lingchuan brought up this point, just like poking a hole in the window paper. It's worthless to say it out, but it's very useful. Mo Zhe Jingxuan followed his thoughts and figured out the key point: "Lu Yao gathered an army of 1,400 people, but only brought more than 200 to Xianling Village and left the rest in the town. Why? Because this village can't afford so many people!"