Chapter 373: Found the Treasure

Bai Wei did not care about anything else; she grabbed Zhou Yanli and ran.

It was chaotic now, and she had to take advantage of the chaos to haul away all the ore the Fusang People had stockpiled.

Otherwise, once the Yuan Family Army arrived, the scene would become even more of a mess.

The sounds of slaughter were everywhere, and both sides were blinded by bloodlust.

Although the men Xiao Moting brought were extremely brave and all wore Bulletproof Vests, the Fusang People had this equipment too; what was even more troublesome was that the Fusang People also had guns and Red Barbarian Cannons, giving them a complete advantage in weaponry.

But fortunately, Bai Wei had put Sleeping Pills in the Fusang People's meals beforehand, which greatly weakened their combat effectiveness.

Many Fusang People were fighting while completely overcome with sleepiness, struggling to keep their eyelids open.

Bai Wei pulled Zhou Yanli along as she ran forward relentlessly; she remembered that the place where the Fusang People stored the ore was in a large courtyard just behind.

Once they crossed this open space ahead, they would reach it!

But as soon as Bai Wei looked up, she immediately furrowed her brows.

In the open space ahead, the Beijiang Army, the Peasant Army, the Fusang Samurai, and the Personal Guard brought by Zhou Yanli were all tangled in a fight; it was simply a scene of total chaos.

Just as she was momentarily stunned, a flash of a blade suddenly appeared before her eyes.

A few Fusang People spotted them and immediately let out strange cries as they raised their blades to hack at them.

Bai Wei was just about to dodge when a cold, arrogant voice suddenly fell from above her head.

"Don't move."

She stood still instinctively, and Zhou Yanli, who was following behind her, immediately flashed his figure, lightning-fast, as he drew his Long Sword from his waist and struck.

"Squelch."

A rain of blood fell before Bai Wei's eyes.

"Thud."

The headless bodies of several Fusang People fell straight to the ground, fresh blood gushing out from their necks.

Zhou Yanli held the Long Sword, thick, fresh blood dripping down along the tip of the blade.

On the ground, several heads of the Fusang People that had just been severed rolled about, still steaming.

Bai Wei was startled for a moment; she instinctively raised her hand to wipe the bloodstains off her face, and when she looked up and saw Zhou Yanli's indifferent, arrogant, handsome face, she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

It was too bloody!

This man clearly possessed a peerless appearance, like a graceful young gentleman, yet his strikes were exceptionally ruthless!

Zhou Yanli turned his head and spoke in a calm voice.

"Follow behind me."

After saying this, his figure flickered, and he charged to the front.

Ahead, a chorus of screams immediately erupted.

Zhou Yanli was like a War God; the Long Sword in his hand was like a knife cutting through melons and vegetables, killing all the Fusang People blocking his path as if he were chopping cabbage. Wherever he passed, not a single piece of armor remained intact; he could truly be called a "human meat grinder."

A bloody scent with a metallic tang permeated the air.

The Zhou Personal Guard had been unable to defeat the Fusang People and were being beaten back step by step, looking utterly wretched, but as soon as they saw Zhou Yanli arrive, they all acted as if they had been injected with stimulants, one after another attacking forward regardless of their lives while shouting frantically.

"National Preceptor Zhou is here! Let's charge!"

When the Peasant Army and the Beijiang Army saw Zhou Yanli, they hurriedly dodged to both sides, fearing that if they weren't careful, they would be accidentally injured by the wind of Zhou Yanli's sword.

Bai Wei also swallowed hard.

She really hadn't expected that even with Zhou Yanli suffering from illness, his combat power would still be this fierce. It was no wonder that when Xiao Moting fought other enemy generals, he could easily decide the outcome, but whenever he and Zhou Yanli went to war, they would fight for a long time without being able to determine a winner!

Seeing Zhou Yanli kill his way through a path, Bai Wei hurriedly followed.

As she ran, she lowered her head to scan the severed limbs and arms on the ground.

Not a single one of the Fusang People killed by Zhou Yanli was intact; they were either decapitated or had their hands and feet severed.

These Fusang People were unlucky enough; if they had died under Xiao Moting's blade, they might have at least kept their bodies whole, but having run into this bane Zhou Yanli, they were all dismembered, with not even their corpses left intact.

The nearby Fusang Samurai, seeing Zhou Yanli strike so ruthlessly, were all so frightened that they retreated one after another, none of them daring to step forward and seek death.

Because of this, Bai Wei actually felt much more relaxed and hurriedly followed.

Crossing this open space, behind it was the courtyard where the Fusang People stockpiled supplies, which was the Warehouse where they kept the ore.

The courtyard gate was covered in sheet metal and hung with a large lock on a thick iron chain, guarded by four tall Fusang Samurai, all of whom were experts.

But unfortunately, their opponent was Zhou Yanli.

A flash of sword light passed, and the four Fusang Samurai were separated head from body.

Zhou Yanli flipped his wrist, performed a sword flourish, and his posture as he sheathed the sword was very pleasing to the eye.

He turned around, saw Bai Wei in a daze, and let out an impatient, soft hum.

"What, do you need me to open the door for you too?"

Bai Wei came back to her senses, hurriedly ran forward, bent down, and took the key from the waist of a headless Fusang Samurai.

She used the key to open the lock and then pushed the heavy gate open with force.

"Creak."

The heavy gate opened a crack.

Bai Wei hurriedly slipped inside.

Facing her was a large courtyard, and in the courtyard, Iron Ore was piled up like a small mountain.

"Found it!"

Bai Wei ran over excitedly and immediately began to inspect the surroundings.

When using the Drone for aerial photography, she hadn't dared to get too close for fear of being discovered by the Fusang People, so she could only barely capture a rough estimate.

Now that she saw it, she discovered that the piled-up ore was even more than what the Drone had captured, and her heart was filled with joy.

"With so much ore, how much iron can be smelted."

To the left of the courtyard, there was also a simple granary built of wood, inside which were stacked over a thousand bags of grain, totaling tens of thousands of catties.

On the right, several large wooden sheds had been erected, and under the sheds were stacked over a hundred enormous red-lacquered wooden chests.

"What is packed inside the chests?"

Bai Wei immediately stepped forward and lifted the lid of one red-lacquered wooden chest.

Instantly, a golden light almost blinded her eyes.

Inside the chest, there were actually nothing but bright, golden ingots!

Bai Wei was stunned, "So much gold!"

At this moment, Zhou Yanli also walked over and lifted the lid of another chest.

Inside that chest, it was filled with exquisite jade artifacts.

He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then opened several more chests in succession.

Before the two of them appeared a brilliant sight.

The chests were filled with jewelry and jade, famous porcelain and curios, antiques, calligraphy, and paintings...

The dazzling, jeweled radiance blinded one's eyes.

Bai Wei was so shocked she could not speak for a long time.

Zhou Yanli's gaze turned slightly cold, and he gave a soft huff, "These Fusang People have actually stolen so many of Daliang Kingdom's jewelry and antiques."

"We've actually struck gold! So many treasures, along with antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, just left piled up in an open-air courtyard by the Fusang People; it's truly a waste of good things!" Bai Wei felt heartbroken looking at it; if not for the fact that Zhou Yanli was still there, she would have immediately hauled all these chests away.

If these antiques were in the modern era, they would all be precious collections, carefully preserved by museums.

But these damned Fusang People just let these treasures be exposed to the sun and rain.

As expected, things that are stolen are never cherished.

"This bunch of Fusang People, not only do they steal our ore, but they also steal our antiques in private." The more Bai Wei looked, the more she hated it, and the more she looked, the angrier she became!

Above her head, Zhou Yanli's voice fell.

"Look over there."

Bai Wei raised her head and followed his gaze, only to discover that in the corner of the wall, there were four or five Red Barbarian Cannons stacked up, just like the ones those Fusang People had pushed out earlier.

She was immediately taken aback, "Just how many cannons do these Fusang People have in their hands?"