Chapter 343: The Enemy of an Enemy is a Friend

"There is a Peasant Army outside the city?"

Bai Wei could not help but feel a stir in her heart, and she turned her head to look at Xiao Moting.

Xiao Moting was also looking at her, and their gazes collided.

Having spent a long time together, Bai Wei immediately understood Xiao Moting's thoughts.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend.

The commoners of Yannan are being severely oppressed; this Peasant Army has been resisting the Yuan Clan and opposing the Fusang People, so perhaps they can be put to use.

Bai Wei pondered for a moment and said in a low voice.

"We only have ten people who came to Yannan, our manpower is too scarce. If we send a message by carrier pigeon to dispatch people temporarily, firstly, there won't be enough time, and secondly, it is not easy to enter Yannan City."

"Since there is a Peasant Army here that opposes the Yuan Clan, perhaps we can seek their help."

Xiao Moting nodded, "That is what I was thinking as well."

As he spoke, he glanced outside.

"However, this matter requires caution; we do not know the background of this Peasant Army."

"Hmm, these beggars know news about the Peasant Army; I will go and inquire about it first."

As Bai Wei said this, she was about to walk out.

Suddenly, a clamor came from the street not far away.

The sound was unmistakably the gibberish of the Fusang language!

Xiao Moting immediately gave the order, "Fusang Ronin are here! Everyone, keep quiet!"

Instantly, all the Northern Frontier Army soldiers stood still, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Beside the street, a group of Fusang People were escorting a dozen or so ragged men, walking over while cursing.

These men all had their hands tied behind their backs, strung together in a line with hemp rope, and almost all of them were covered in wounds.

The few beggars outside the inn also saw this scene, and someone lowered their voice.

"Oh no, it's the Fusang Ronin."

"They've caught more of the Peasant Army."

Only then did Bai Wei realize that these ragged men were actually the Peasant Army.

At this moment, a Fusang person, likely annoyed that the Peasant Army member in front was walking too slowly, roared sternly and lifted his foot to kick the other person heavily.

The Peasant Army member with his hands tied behind his back, who looked to be about forty or fifty years old—a thin, gaunt middle-aged man—was sent stumbling to the ground by this kick and could not get back up for a long time.

Two Fusang Samurai nearby rushed up and began punching and kicking the middle-aged peasant, even drawing their swords and making a show of hacking down at him.

The middle-aged peasant was already wounded, and now, beaten until he was covered in blood, he cried out incessantly.

However, the sound he let out was not a plea for mercy, but a series of gnashing, angry curses.

"Fusang People, you oppress our Yannan commoners; one day, we will drive you out of the Daliang Kingdom."

He cursed loudly, and the Fusang Ronin nearby seemed to understand, beating him even more viciously, striking with lethal intent.

Soon, the middle-aged peasant was beaten to the point of being on the verge of death, his blood staining his tattered clothes red.

Seeing the Fusang People beating this middle-aged peasant to death, the dozen or so Peasant Army members tied nearby all became indignant and began to curse one after another.

"A bunch of Fusang dogs, daring to be so arrogant in our Daliang Kingdom; sooner or later, we will kill you all."

"If you have the guts, kill us all! This is the Daliang Kingdom, not your territory."

"Don't think that just because you caught us, no one will dare to oppose you. We have many more brothers and sisters; everyone has suffered enough from the oppression of the government and you, and we have long wanted to slaughter you."

Their cursing completely enraged the Fusang Ronin.

A group of Fusang Ronin let out gibberish shouts, rushed up, swung wooden clubs, and began to beat these Peasant Army members frantically.

In the wind, waves of screams could be heard.

The few beggars huddled outside the inn were also terrified to the point of numbness.

Seeing the Fusang Ronin beating people, the beggars felt grief and indignation in their hearts, but they dared not step forward to intervene.

"These heartless Fusang Ronin, daring to beat people like this in our Yannan City; it's too hateful."

"With the government protecting them, it would be strange if they weren't arrogant."

"Damn it, they're hitting them so hard, they're beating them to death! If it weren't for the fact that the Yuan Family Army issued a bounty where capturing one Peasant Army member alive is worth fifty taels of silver, the Fusang People would definitely have killed all these Peasant Army members."

Bai Wei, Xiao Moting, and their group stood on the second floor of the inn, watching the tragic scene on the street with heavy expressions, all of them feeling an inexplicable sense of hatred.

The Northern Frontier and Yannan are in a state of hostility, and both sides are still at war, but no matter what, they are compatriots of the same lineage.

Yet now, foreigners are wantonly oppressing their own people on the territory of the Daliang Kingdom, burning, killing, and looting, committing every evil; who could watch this and endure it?

Moreover, those being bullied are the lowest-ranking peasants.

Xiao Lujing's eyes were cold; he picked up his sword and was about to step downstairs.

"Stop!" Xiao Moting immediately shouted to stop him, "Lujing, what are you doing?"

Xiao Lujing said coldly, "Going to kill them."

"You cannot go," Xiao Moting blocked him, "If these Fusang People die, the other Fusang People will immediately receive the news."

Xiao Lujing gave Xiao Moting a cold look and squeezed the hilt of his sword hard; clearly, he was not convinced in his heart.

"Lujing, you cannot go now," Bai Wei hurriedly walked up and said softly, "Killing these Fusang People now would indeed save these dozen or so peasants, but with so many Fusang People bleeding on the street, it would certainly alert the whole city. By then, the Fusang People and the Yuan Clan would conduct a massive search for the culprits, and our plan would not be able to be implemented."

Xiao Moting's orders could not suppress Xiao Lujing, but he still had to listen to Bai Wei's words.

Xiao Lujing stood still and lowered his head like a wronged little puppy.

"Are we just going to watch helplessly as the Fusang People kill these peasants?"

"We won't," Bai Wei said immediately.

She understood Xiao Lujing's feelings very well.

Xiao Lujing also came from a peasant background; seeing the Fusang People beating peasants, he naturally could not endure it.

But now, no matter what, one cannot be impulsive.

"Lu Jing, these Peasant Army soldiers won't die for the time being," Bai Wei said. "Didn't we hear from the beggar just now that the Yuan Family Army issued a wanted notice, and capturing one Peasant Army soldier alive can be exchanged for fifty taels of silver? These Fusang People must have captured these dozen or so Peasant Army soldiers because they also want to exchange them for silver."

"Dead people cannot be exchanged for silver; since the Fusang People want to exchange them for silver, they certainly won't kill them."

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Wei finished speaking, the Fusang People stopped the beating, cursing and shouting as they ordered the peasants to stand up, driving them to continue walking forward.

Seeing this, the coldness in Xiao Lujing's eyes subsided quite a bit, but the murderous intent remained.

"Rest assured, endure it for two more days," Xiao Moting reached out, placed his hand on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Not a single one of this group of Fusang People will be able to escape."

He had never intended to let these Fusang People leave Yannan City alive.

The surrounding Beijiang soldiers also suppressed the anger in their chests one after another.

"Right, let's endure for two more days, and when the time comes, we'll kill them until not a single piece of armor remains."

"Let this bunch of Fusang Ronin jump around for a while; they will die even more miserably when the time comes."

"Daring to oppress us, do they really think there is no one left in our Daliang?"

The cold wind howled, and the heavy snow fell in thick, swirling flakes, burying the entire world in a vast, desolate white.