Chapter 347: The Leader of the Peasant Army

She raised her head, her gaze passing through the window Xiao Moting had kicked open, to see a tall man with a burly build and a full beard standing in the corridor.

The man was in his thirties, with a heroic appearance, thick brows, and large eyes; a deep scar on his left eyebrow extended all the way to his left cheek, looking fierce and terrifying.

On the ground lay a Northern Frontier Army soldier who had been knocked unconscious.

Xiao Moting leaped out of the window, immediately slashed his Long Sword over, held it against the man's neck, and shouted sternly.

"Who are you? Why were you eavesdropping?"

With the sharp blade pressed against his neck, the tall man was not the least bit anxious; instead, he smiled calmly.

"I heard the Prince of Northern Suppression was exceptionally brave and invincible in battle, and it turns out that is indeed true."

Xiao Moting's expression changed slightly.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and asked coldly.

"So you recognize me; you are certainly no ordinary person."

Just then, a figure suddenly flashed out from behind the tall man.

The figure rushed forward in a panic.

"Prince of Northern Suppression, Bai, please put down your sword. Leader Zhang Yu came to find you to cooperate, he has no ill intent."

Bai Wei looked up and was startled to discover that this figure was none other than that middle-aged beggar.

"Is this someone you brought?"

The middle-aged beggar looked anxious and bowed to Bai Wei.

"Bai, I had eyes but failed to recognize a superior person just now and was very disrespectful to you. I know I was wrong; please accept my bow."

Having said that, he plopped down onto his knees.

"My mother's heart condition flared up earlier and the situation was critical, but thanks to the medicine you gave me, I took it out and had her take it, which is how her condition was relieved."

"It was I who wronged you; your medical skills are truly peerless. Please forgive my disrespect from earlier."

After speaking, the middle-aged beggar looked at Bai Wei with gratitude and knocked his head against the floor three times with a thudding sound.

Bai Wei looked up at the tall man.

"Did he bring you here?"

The middle-aged beggar hurriedly stood up and explained, "Bai, didn't you ask me about the whereabouts of the Peasant Army? I was afraid you had other motives before, so I didn't say anything."

Having said that, he pointed to the tall man.

"This is the Leader of the Peasant Army, his name is Zhang Yu, and he is my fellow townsman."

"Zhang Yu knows you saved my mother's life and is also very interested in you. Since you happen to be looking for the Peasant Army, I brought him over."

Xiao Moting narrowed his eyes, lowered his sword, and stared intently at the tall man.

"You are the Leader of the Peasant Army?"

The tall man smiled slightly and bowed to Xiao Moting.

"Commoner Zhang Yu greets the Prince of Northern Suppression."

Bai Wei stepped forward and looked at Zhang Yu, "You recognize Xiao Moting?"

Zhang Yu smiled, "The Prince of Northern Suppression is exceptionally brave, has guarded the Beijiang for decades, defeated the barbarian army of one hundred thousand, and repelled the strong forces of Great Ye. The Prince of Northern Suppression is a hero of the Daliang Kingdom; everyone in the country knows him. I am fortunate to have seen the Prince of Northern Suppression once while traveling in the Beijiang. Please forgive me for coming uninvited today."

His words revealed admiration between the lines.

But Xiao Moting remained unmoved and asked coldly, "You injured my man and were eavesdropping outside the window; what exactly is your intention?"

"I came this time to cooperate with you." After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he bowed again, "Eavesdropping outside the window just now was not my intention; I was discovered by the Northern Frontier Army when I arrived, and in my haste, I knocked him out."

"Cooperate?" Xiao Moting sneered, "You didn't use the front door, you didn't report in advance, and instead you came uninvited, climbed over the wall, and injured my man. This is not the attitude of someone wishing to cooperate sincerely."

"The situation was urgent; I hope the Prince of Northern Suppression will forgive me." Zhang Yu's tone was very sincere, "The Prince of Northern Suppression must know that our Peasant Army opposes the Yuan Clan and also deals with the Fusang People, so we have already been viewed as a thorn in the side by Yuan Canghai, who wishes to eliminate us quickly. That is why I risked entering the city and had to hide my tracks; I did not report to you in advance, please forgive me."

Xiao Moting's expression softened slightly, and he demanded.

"Speak, how do you want to cooperate?"

Zhang Yu also breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Bai Wei.

"Just now, I unintentionally heard you and this young lady discussing dealing with the Fusang People and poisoning them, is that right?"

"That is indeed the case." Bai Wei did not hide it either; since these words had been overheard by the other party, there was no need to cover it up, "I also heard you say just now that you would send people to administer the poison?"

"Yes." Zhang Yu admitted readily without any hesitation, "During the days the Fusang People have lived in Yannan City, they have burned, killed, and looted, committing all kinds of evil. Many of our people have died at the hands of these foreigners. It is hateful that the Yuan Clan does not value the lives of ordinary people and only blindly panders to the Fusang People, so if you want to kill the Fusang People, I am willing to provide my full support."

"Oh? The Fusang People have tight security; how do you intend to administer the poison?"

Zhang Yu smiled faintly, his expression revealing a touch of pride.

"Bai, our Peasant Army is composed of the poor commoners in the city. Although we have no power or influence, snakes have their paths and rats have their holes; we have our own ways."

"The Fusang People live in the Dye House and usually bully the commoners, but these hundreds of people also need to eat and drink."

"They have forcibly conscripted many commoners to work for them in the Dye House as slaves and servants, and among those who cook, there are our people."

Bai Wei's eyes lit up, "Really?"

If there were their own people among the Fusang People's cooks, then administering the poison would be much easier.

Zhang Yu changed the subject, "The Fusang People are our common enemy. If we reach a cooperation, I will naturally help you. But before we cooperate, I also have two conditions."

Bai Wei was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to have conditions, so she said.

"Speak."

"First, the Fusang People captured over a dozen of our brothers and locked them in the dungeon, preparing to hand them over to the Yuan Clan. The Yuan Clan has a deep hatred for our Peasant Army; if our people fall into the hands of the Yuan Clan, they will surely lose their lives. So I want you to help rescue these dozen or so brothers."

Xiao Moting nodded immediately, "No problem. As long as our cooperation is successful, I would save them even without you asking."

"It seems the Prince of Northern Suppression is also a man of sentiment who cares for the common people." Zhang Yu smiled, "No wonder the people of the Beijiang support you so much."

Xiao Moting interrupted, "Enough nonsense, what is the second condition?"

"This second condition concerns you, Bai." Zhang Yu said, turning to look at Bai Wei, "Bai, I see that your medical skills are extremely remarkable; you saved A Mao's mother's heart condition with just a few pills. So my second condition is that I hope you will treat our Peasant Army."

"Treat the Peasant Army?" Bai Wei couldn't help but raise her head and look behind him, "Are your people sick? How many people are sick?"

Zhang Yu's expression dimmed for a moment.

"It is not a few people, but several hundred people."