When the twilight began to rise on September 29, a small ambush occurred in a valley on the east road of Xipo Village, Wangmu Township, Jiangzhou.

"Three consecutive shots, throws, and impacts." A series of orders were spit out from the mouth of Zhufeng. Thirty Northern Han soldiers, led by two special forces, attacked from both sides of the hillside to the Houzhou patrol in the encirclement. Six cavalrymen were shot down by sudden arrows. Half of the ten infantry fell under the wooden javelin shot in the air. The remaining five infantry were all cut in the charge and poured into a pool of blood.

Zhu Feng and two Northern Han soldiers made up for the injured Houzhou soldiers underground one by one, and then shouted loudly: "Cleaning the scene quickly and evacuate."

This is the fourth ambush of their raid team in ten days.

The soldiers of Beihan, who had already been familiar with the fixed procedures for clearing the field, quickly packed the snatched property in the order of war horses, weapons, food, money and clothes, tied them to the horses, and some of them threw the body of Zhou Bing, who had basically become pigs, into a big pit on the side of the road, and broke the branches under the cover. Finally, two soldiers broke a branch and swept up the floating soil to cover the blood on the scene. Then all the personnel quickly left the scene.

"Brother Zhu, it's so good to follow you to ambush. The patrol soldiers nearby have almost been killed by us." A Beihan soldier named Mao An shouted to Zhu Feng while running.

Zhu Feng adjusted Mao An's steel knife on his back, tightened the knot, and then smiled and said, "We, Lord Lin, said that fighting is about studying people. If you study the other party thoroughly, everything will be easy. If you study the rules of the Zhou army patrol team thoroughly, ambushing them will naturally be a trivial matter."

"Wow, you are all so powerful, then the Lord Lin you are talking about is like a god?" Mao An couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes looking at Zhu Feng were full of worship.

"No, we would rather have Lord Lin than any god." Zhu Feng shook his head and sighed.

"Why?" Mao An asked in confusion.

"You are stupid, what can the gods help you? What else can you do besides listening to your nagging quietly? Lord Lin, who chose us, taught us skills, led us to make contributions, let us make great money fairly, treated us as human beings, let us live with dignity, yes, it is called dignity. Such a person is not better than a god, nor is it hundreds of times stronger than a god." Zhu Feng laughed and deliberately raised his voice.

Hao Shi, a special soldier in front and at the end of the team, immediately continued loudly: "That's right, we will follow Lord Dinglin in this life."

Mao An and other Northern Han soldiers had greater respect. Although they kept breathing, their pace was getting faster and faster.

For the past ten days, thirty of them have been following Zhu Feng and the other three according to their division of labor. Although they are as tired as donkeys every day, they always hit a single blow. When they are resting in their spare time, they have always been taken care of by Zhu Feng and the other brothers. They have also heard the three of them talk about their generous treatment as special forces soldiers, and they have heard the three of them talk about Lin Feng's magic. Of course, the telescopes, bicycles and other "divine objects" they constantly mentioned have made them admire Shouzhou and Lin Feng even more intense.

"Stop." The special forces soldier in front stopped and squatted down. The other soldiers immediately scattered and found a place to hide.

As soon as the silence came, the cries of the surrounding insects became clear immediately, and intermittent sobs came from the front, which was the voice of a man.

The winds rose and fell, and circled around the man from a distance, then raised their hands to show that they were safe and sounded. They stood up and walked towards the man.

"Brother, why do you cry at night?" Zhu Feng asked in a harmonious voice.

The man jumped up in shock, wiped his big hand on his face, bleeding and tears, and looked at the sudden appearance of the wind in horror.

At this time, Zhu Feng was still wearing a stolen farm suit, smiling and looking at him with his hands spread out. Except for the steel knife on his waist, the whole person looked harmless.

The man stared at the knife on Zhu Feng's waist and asked hesitantly: "Are you a Zhou soldier, a Han soldier, or a passerby." In the area west of the Fen River, the Later Zhou soldiers and the Northern Han soldiers were intertwined, and it was not surprising to meet anyone.

"To be honest, it's not. I am a subordinate of Lord Lin Fenglin of Shouzhou." Zhu Feng still smiled and looked quietly.

"Lin Feng, it is Lin Feng who is in Chu, Shouzhou, and is exempt from rent everywhere." The man asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's that Lin Feng." Zhu Feng nodded, took off his waist knife, threw it on the ground, approached the man, sat beside him, and said softly, "Brother, can you tell me if you have any sad things? Maybe my brother and I can help you."

The man wiped his face again, rubbed his big hand on his thigh, and sat down. Hao Shi and the others also showed their figures and sat behind Zhu Feng gently for a temporary rest.

The man looked at Hao Shi and the others, withdrew his eyes and spoke in grief:

His name is Yu Chengfeng, and his family is from Xipo Village here. Some time ago, he and his father and wife returned home from the east bank of the Fen River with the vast number of refugees. They found that their house had collapsed. They were so poor that they had no choice but to temporarily live in the village Lizheng and landlord Wang Fang's family.

Who knew that late last night, Wang Fang and his family all came back, and there were several soldiers from Hou Zhou who drove them out without saying a word. Yu's father was not good at his legs and feet and walked slowly. He was actually thrust hard on the back of his head by a soldier and fell to the ground and died immediately.

Yu Chengfeng turned around and tried his best to find the soldiers. They beat him up. Wang Fang actually said that the wife of the Yu family stole his things and detained her. At this time, other villagers rushed over and heard the sound. Only then did the group stop beating him and drive him out.

During the day today, Yu Chengfeng had been wandering around Wang Fang's house, but the soldiers had not left. He could not find a chance to rush in to save his wife, so he had to hide in a place where no one could cry.

After listening quietly, Zhu Feng pondered for a moment, he asked, "What is the origin of Wang Fang?"

"He is the Li Zheng in the village. I heard that he has a good relationship with a commander of the Zhou army in Jiangzhou. He has been in the village and is rampant in the village." Yu Chengfeng replied with hatred.

"What about you, are you a tenant farmer or have your own land." Zhu Feng asked immediately.

Yu Chengfeng closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down again, and he said in tears: "My family has ten acres of land, which was originally passed down by his ancestors. However, the father of his family had a serious illness two years ago and could only borrow a fortune from Wang Fang's family to treat the disease. Who knew that Wang Fang said that we should pay them ten acres of land with the capital and the profit, and took away the ten acres of land. In order to survive, we had to rent our own land."

When Zhu Feng heard this, he suddenly hit the ground and made a "touch" sound, which scared everyone.

Zhu Feng jumped up and pointed at Yu Chengfeng and asked, "You are still a man, you are snatched away by someone, your father was beaten to death, and your wife was snatched away by someone, you never thought about fighting with them."

Yu Chengfeng was embarrassed and anxious, jumped up and shouted, "I am going to rush into the Wang family and fight them hard now, but I don't even have a kitchen knife, and I will die when I come to the door."

Zhu Feng took two steps forward, kicked the waist knife on the ground, and said angrily: "If I give you a knife, would you dare to pick it up and kill Wang Fang."

"Dare, I dare, I'll give up this bad life. Tell me, what are your conditions?" Yu Chengfeng bit his teeth tightly, lowered his body and grabbed the knife on the ground, hugged it in his arms, and looked up at Zhu Feng.

"There is no conditions. We can also help you with the past, kill this landlord in the fish countryside and return your land to you." Zhu Feng said loudly.

Yu Chengfeng looked at Zhu Feng in disbelief. There would be such a good thing in the world, "You, do you want me to join the Han soldiers? No, join Shouzhou?"

"No, no, we don't have any conditions, let's go." Zhu Feng patted his chest and said loudly.
Chapter completed!