After the killing, the valley slowly returned to peace. Meng Kang found a few straw mats to wrap eight corpses, including the Sky Eagle, and ordered people to bury them in a ravine seven or eight miles away from the old camp.

Under Meng Kang's order, all the horse thieves concentrated on a flat grass in front of the earthen house. Zhai Zhe wanted to appease the hearts of these horse thieves as soon as possible. No matter what their feelings these people have for the Sky Eagle, at least he would make them feel that they have a more promising future after him.

"The Sky Eagle is dead, I know you have your own ideas," Zhai Zhe waved his hands, "but I want to ask everyone, why are you wandering in this grassland?"

"In order to eat and wear warmth, instead of dying on this grassland at will, the corpse turns into food for beasts!"

"I can only give you the ones that cannot be brought by these Sky Eagle!" Zhai Zhe's voice echoed in the valley. "If anyone among you think of Sky Eagle and wants to avenge him, I can let you go now and wait for you to come back to take revenge here at any time. If you want to gallop along the grassland with me, then stay!"

"Stay!" Meng Kang yelled with his fist. His image of fighting is always fierce and fearless in death makes him have some prestige among this horse thief.

Zhai Zhe took out a golden mask and put it on his face, shouting: "Follow me! Oh!" That was what he had prepared long ago. As the second young master of Wangshun Pavilion, he still needs to hide his identity for the time being. The situation in Zhangjiakou is in chaos, and if he is not careful, he will keep someone to take care of it.

"Oh!" the horse thieves raised their arms and shouted, whether they were willing or pretending to deal with it.

Counting one hundred and eight in the valley

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341 Two horse thieves, Zhai Zhe did not dare to make any major moves for the time being, and ordered Meng Kang to guard the valley entrance and prepare to spend his first night in the old horse thieves camp.

The style outside the evening was big, and the whistling sounded in the mountains and forests. Zhai Zhe, Xiao Zhiyan and others almost didn't sleep well all night. The weapons were carried close to each other, and the four guards couldn't untied their clothes. It was not until the morning light came through the window that Zhai Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

The life of horse thieves is as usual. When Zhai Zhe goes out, most people are still asleep, and a few elderly and weak are preparing breakfast. The lit firewood is burning, and steam is shrouded in the iron pot.

Meng Kang also returned from the valley entrance, walked along the way and yawned. It was obvious that he didn't sleep well last night.

"The dogs haven't gotten up yet! Are the guys in the valley still used to it?" Meng Kang greeted Zhai with a big mouth. Maybe he didn't think Zhai would stay here forever.

Zhai Zhe shrank his body and said, "It's a bit cold. After breakfast, we'll gather everyone!"

"OK!"

The valley is indeed very cold, and you can avoid the cold north wind here, but it also allows the sun to be completely shining until half a morning.

After using breakfast, the horse thieves gathered in groups of three or three on the grassland in front of the earthen house. After a night of relief, the shock brought by the death of the Sky Eagle slowly dissipated. Some people looked at Zhai Zhe and others with a look of something strange. They were not willing to be led by an outsider.

"Did you see that wooden board?" Zhai Zhe stood in the middle of the horse thief and pointed at a log sign about seventy steps away from him. It was about the size of a small bowl, which was the target he prepared.

"Whoever can stand here and shoot that wooden sign will belong to whom!" He opened the wooden box beside him, took out a silver ingot from it and threw it in his hand. It was twenty-five taels of silver ingot, which was almost the income of an ordinary family in the Ming Dynasty for two years.

The horse thieves whispered, but no one stood up for a long time.

"Two silver ingots!" Zhai Zhe's amplified voice, "Two silver ingots in the first one!"

The noise among the horse thieves became even louder.

A young man wearing a blue robe, a national face and a little brown hair jumped out of the crowd and asked, "If I win, can I take these two silver ingots away from the village?"

Meng Kang was furious and stood up and said, "Che Feng, you are too much!"

Zhai Zhe reached out to signal Meng Kang to calm down, and looked at the young man in front of him and said, "This competition was only for the people in the mountain village. If you think you have this ability, you can try it. Two silver ingots are nothing in my eyes. If you insist on leaving, I won't force you to stay."

Che Feng took off the bow on his back and pulled it first, tried the string, walked ten steps away from Zhai Zhe, slowly set off his bow and arrow, hitting the wooden sign eighty steps away with one arrow.

"Okay!" Cheers were heard everywhere.

Zhai Zhe also clapped and signaled the guards beside him to take out two ingots of silver, and shouted to Che Feng: "It's yours!"

Che Feng came over and took out a leather bag and put it on his waist. All kinds of envy and jealous eyes were concentrated on him, but the scene suddenly became quiet. The Sky Eagle had never given such a great reward to his subordinates.

Zhai Zhe looked down at the wooden box, then shouted: "There are eight silver ingots left, who will win another one! Until the prize is played."

With the car in front of everyone, everyone became more and more courageous. More and more horse thieves were eager to try, and people kept trying, some were hitting the target and taking the silver ingot, and some were missing and leaving the audience with everyone's ridicule. The atmosphere gradually became relaxed amid the laughter and scolding.

After taking the silver, the car wind retreated to the sunny hillside not far away and quietly watched.

The horse thief who wandered in the grassland competed with the Mongols all year round. His archery skills were indeed good. Eight silver ingots were taken away by someone in less than an hour.

Seeing that no one came up to try again, Zhai Zhe winked at Xiao Zhiyan.

Xiao Zhiyan walked into the valley with a long bow in his hand, and the crowd immediately became quiet. Zhang Er died at the hands of this person. Judging from his posture, he knew that Xiao Zhiyan wanted to show his skills to everyone.

Xiao Zhiyan turned his back to the wooden sign and slowly moved his steps, as if measuring the distance. The distance from the wooden sign was getting farther and farther away, about thirty steps away from Zhai Zhe. Xiao Zhiyan stopped, took the arrow and turned his head to put on the bow in one go. An arrow hit the moon like a meteor rushing to the moon. \u977

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The valley was silent, and everyone stood there staring with their eyes stunned.

Someone muttered in a low voice: "Hundred steps to penetrate the poplar!"

"Hundred steps to penetrate the willows!" There was a loud roar.

The car Feng on the hillside reached out and scratched his scorched hair, his face full of disbelief.

Of course, it is not considered a ponytail. After all, the wooden target is much larger than the poplar leaves, but Xiao Zhiyan's archery technique is also called a magical skill.

Zhai Zhe took the opportunity to stand up and shouted: "We have a lot of talents in the parody, so why worry about not having a good future!" The atmosphere among the horse thieves was boiling again.

First, use his abilities to lure Shuxin, and then use his skills to suppress the whole audience. There is no better time than this. Zhai Zhe immediately ordered to take out the prepared lot and order each horse thief to take out one. The people in the mountain village were divided into ten teams, eighteen teams, and the six silver ingots that had just been taken with great archery skills were the team leader. The rest of the team was screened through strength and martial arts, and only those who could do it were.

Che Feng watched the excitement in front of him on the hillside, and squeezed into the crowd and took a lot and returned to the original place. Zhai Zhe saw him from afar, walked to him and said with a smile: "If you want to leave, you don't have to draw lots. Come out of the mountain now, I will never make things difficult for you!"

Che Feng knelt down on the ground and said, "The villain no longer wants to leave!"

Zhai Zhe hurriedly stepped forward, reached out to help him up, and said, "Everyone in the village is brother! If you want to stay, I will beg for it!"

"Are you a Mongol?" Zhai Zhe was curious about the color of his hair and couldn't help asking.

Che Feng was a little sad and said, "My father is a Han Chinese and his mother is a Tumote! They are all dead and have been under the Iron Cavalry of Chahar!"

The Tumotes have been in the Chinese for a long time, and many Han girls have married many Mongolians to the frontier, but it is not common for Mongolian girls to marry Han people. It can be seen that Che Feng's father is also a capable person.

Zhai Zhe patted his shoulder and said, "You just stay by my side!" From the performance of everyone when Che Feng got on the battlefield, it can be seen that his status in this team is not high, and he is about to promote such a capable person.

After three consecutive days, the horse thieves in the valley competed for the remaining team's position. There was rice and meat in the valley, and occasionally some wine could drink. Everyone's emotions gradually calmed down. Even if there were a few people with ulterior motives, they could only hide their thoughts first.

Seeing that the situation in the village was settled, Zhai Zhe ordered the four guards he accompanied to go back to the Zhangjiakou market first. These people were all Zhai's confidants, so they could not be a horse thief. After returning to Zhangjiakou, they still have the important task to pass on the message to him. Besides, those were just his elder brother Zhai Tang's confidants, and he didn't want to stay by his side forever.
Chapter completed!