Chapter 215

The effect of the soft-muscle powder only lasted for an hour, and with Wei Ming's mediocre martial arts, he definitely couldn't beat Yang Dian Feng.

Du Ruo simply let Wei Ming tie up Yang Dian Feng, gag his mouth, and stuff him in the corner of the carriage.

In this way, even if Yang Dian Feng regained his strength, he wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

And at this time outside, the wind and rain had stopped.

The carriage soon drove out of that wilderness and dense forest and ran toward Yugui Shan.

Along the way, they met several batches of refugees, all staring at the carriage with eager eyes, swallowing their saliva desperately, not knowing if they were coveting the horse or trying to get ideas about the people inside the carriage.

Whenever this happened, Wei Ming would go out and show his face.

Although he looked quite thin, the skin on his body with the words "Constable" printed on it had a lot of deterrent power, plus the horizontal sword confiscated from Yang Dian Feng's hands, as long as he stood there, the wolf-like light in the eyes of those refugees would be extinguished unwillingly.

Hurrying and rushing, they finally arrived at Yugui Shan after dark.

In the thick night, the huge mountain range was shadowy, like a giant python eating people.

A few soldiers wearing armor stopped them and shouted, "Who goes there?"

"Our own people, our own people." Wei Ming hurriedly jumped off the carriage, handed the token he had fished from Yang Dian Feng forward, and smiled with a bit of fawning, "Brothers, I am a constable from Wutou Xian, here to find our Lord Li, I have something important to report, please pass the word."

The leading soldier took the token, checked it carefully, and nodded after confirming it was correct, "Wait."

After saying this, he turned and walked toward the camp not far away.

In the tent in the middle of the camp, the candles were bright, and Xianling Li was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

His expression was filled with anxiety.

"Lord Li, things have reached this point, just wait for news with peace of mind, worrying is useless." The thin-faced young man sat on the discussion couch, drinking wine leisurely.

Xianling Li stood still and endured his anger, "This official cannot compare to you, General Shen; the people you brought are dead or injured, and you can still drink wine; this official only has this one constable, if Jiang Li has any accidents, how can this official face his wife and children?"

Hearing this, Shen Jing Bin disagreed, "What's so hard to face? Since he eats the office's food, he must be prepared to die at any time; this is called being loyal to the country."

As he spoke, he raised his neck and drank a big gulp, smacked his lips, "He's just a constable, if this one dies, just lift another one, are you afraid no one will want to be one?"

"You, hmph." Xianling Li flicked his sleeves; half a sentence was too much to say to someone who didn't agree.

He really couldn't understand; the Prefect was clearly not a muddled person, why did he send such a reckless guy to suppress bandits this time?

Was it just because Shen Jing Bin was his own nephew?

Now it was good, not a single bandit was suppressed, and nearly six hundred well-trained local soldiers were involved; they weren't his soldiers, but he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and this guy surnamed Shen was still indifferent.

What a piece of work!

"Lord Li, I know you are unhappy, thinking I sent Jiang Li to die."

Shen Jing Bin sighed, and excused himself with a bitter face, "I have no choice either; those bandits are cunning, with traps and poison; the people I brought have already died or been injured, and they can't hold on at all. For the current plan, we can only choose to sneak attack, and here, Jiang Li's martial arts are the best, if he doesn't go, who will?"

Speaking of this, Shen Jing Bin was also very depressed.

He thought it was a good errand, just go through the motions and take the credit, and then ask his mother to beg his uncle, and give himself a real position.

He had had enough of being this nominal General Renyong.

Who knew he would run into a hard nut to crack.

Ten days ago, he led one thousand well-trained soldiers, full of confidence, up Yugui Shan, preparing to give those bandits a precise strike.

After all, in terms of numbers, combat power, and equipment, his side was a complete victory.

He thought he could get it easily, but never expected that one thousand people went up, many died, and they didn't even touch a hair of the other side.

Who would believe it if he said it!

But the fact was just like that.

And the reason for this situation was because he underestimated the enemy too much; Yugui Shan was full of traps, and if you weren't careful, you would fall into a deep pit full of bamboo spikes and be poked into meat skewers.

There were also those smashed to death by giant rocks, poisoned to death by poisonous needles, and shot to death by sudden bows and arrows, countless.

The scene at that time was tragic, tsk tsk tsk, thinking back now, he was still in a cold sweat.

He finally managed to escape back.

Thinking about it, no, no more people could die, otherwise even if the bandits were suppressed, it wouldn't be easy to report back to his uncle.

So he came up with an idea, using the name of Prefect Su to force Xianling Li and Xianling Lin to bring most of the constables from their offices, let them take the lead, and he would pick up the bargain in the back.

However, those two old guys refused to do it, and even said he had bad intentions, deliberately sending those constables to die.

Truly using a villain's heart to measure a gentleman's belly; was he that kind of person?

He was just putting the overall situation first.

The two sides argued, and there was no way, so he pushed Jiang Li out.

Didn't he save the Thirteenth Prince? Oh no, now he should be called Prince Yu. Being able to save his Prince Yu cousin from a group of killers, his martial arts must be first-class; such a master was naturally most suitable for sneak attacks.

Let Jiang Li sneak up the mountain first to destroy those traps, and then he would lead the main force to kill them, face-to-face, would he still be afraid of those few hundred small fries?

As a result, Xianling Li refused again, saying that Jiang Li's family of old and young were all waiting for him to support them, and he couldn't take such a big risk.

To hell with that, whose family didn't have old and young? Was Jiang Li the only precious one?

Pretentious!

Then he threatened, saying if this didn't work and that didn't work, then just cut off the food supply, or use fire.

Sure enough, as soon as this was said, those two old guys jumped up on the spot.

"No, there are dozens of hostages on the mountain, including eight or nine young children, and several pregnant women; these are all innocent people, how can we let them be buried with the bandits?"

Look, he knew it.

Woman's benevolence.

"Then what do the two lords say?" He took the opportunity to throw the pot away.

The two old guys didn't speak anymore.

Jiang Li stood out at this time, volunteering to be the vanguard and go up the mountain to explore.

He was willing himself, so Xianling Li naturally couldn't stop him.

So it was decided.

However, there were two more people, one was Wang Bujiu, and the other was Lingbi Xian's constable Lin Ruonan.

Wang Bujiu was said to be good brothers with Jiang Li; he requested to go with Jiang Li to take care of each other; as for Lin Ruonan, it was said that he had been to Yugui Shan several times, was familiar with the path, and had good martial arts, so having him lead the way would have a better chance of winning.

Half an hour ago, the three of them changed into night clothes and sneaked into Yugui Shan under the cover of night; he didn't know what the situation was now.

Anyway, he had already made up his mind.

If Jiang Li succeeded, the credit would be his; if he failed, the two old guys would have nothing to say, and he would attack by force and burn the mountain.

As for those hostages, let them die if they want, he couldn't care that much...

Shen Jing Bin drank wine while secretly calculating.

He glanced at Xianling Lin from the corner of his eye; Xianling Lin hadn't said a word since Jiang Li and the others left, sitting there blankly, as if he had lost his soul.

Pfft, they were all pedantic heads; wasn't it just a subordinate? Was it necessary to be so concerned?

Shen Jing Bin let out a wine burp.

Just at this moment, the soldiers guarding the mountain gate reported outside the tent: "Lord Li, someone from Wutou Xian office has come, saying they have something to ask to see you."

Oh? Xianling Li was a little surprised, "Let him in."