There were not many people on Wang Buxu's side. Li Yi and a dozen other veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles, plus more than 20 government officials brought by Yu Qing.

More than thirty people reluctantly formed a circle, surrounding Wang Buxing, Yu Qing and others.

Even so, the opponent can only rely on clods of earth to attack. Stones and the like are in short supply here.

However, it did not last long. Zhang Buyi personally led the five hundred cavalry to quickly form a formation and rushed towards the two to three hundred Koreans.

This distance is just enough for the war horses to charge. With professional equipment and huge impact, with just one charge, two to three hundred people were scattered to pieces, leaving many dead and injured.

The situation was quickly brought under control without any disturbance at all.

Wang Buxu adjusted his clothes. Although Li Yi and Yu Qing tried their best to protect themselves, they were still hit twice by clods of earth.

The cavalry charged in groups and avoided Wang Buxeng and others, but Han Ju was not so lucky.

Although he was not directly hit head-on, he was scraped by the side of the war horse. He spun around a few times and then fell to the ground. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have been a ball of minced meat by now.

Han Ju has lost his previous toughness, and his whole person is so decadent that people doubt his life.

In fact, he regretted it as early as the moment he took action.

That was a large group of cavalry. How could the few retainers under his command be their opponents?

Of course, Han Ju's previous idea was to control Yu Qing and others before the cavalry arrived, so as to threaten the cavalry and prevent them from attacking, thereby buying himself time.

When all the powerful people in Xingyang gather together, Yu Qing will have to consider whether he can make a move.

But he miscalculated. Han Ju overestimated the combat effectiveness of his retainer.

"What? Are you still waiting for your reinforcements?" Wang Buxian stood in front of Han Ju with a calm expression.

"Bah!" Han Ju spat at Wang Buxuan.

But before he could spit it out, Zhang Buyi, seeing something was wrong, punched Han Ju hard on the back of the head, and Han Ju's spit happened to hit his lower body.

"I forgot to tell you earlier that history is written by the victors." Wang Buxu continued.

"Do you think you will win? There are so many powerful people in the world. From today on, powerful people from all over the world will fight against you and want to take over the whole world? Just dream!" Han Ju said fiercely.

"Really? Master Han Zhuang thinks too highly of himself, doesn't he? The real nobles of the six countries are all in Xianyang. How can you people be considered powerful?" Wang Buxu said with a smile.

The nobles were the real big landowners.

Qin Shihuang had already expected this, so he moved these nobles to Xianyang during the unification.

And those that are left behind are very strong overall.

But if you look at it separately, it’s just that.

Han Ju only controlled several thousand acres of land in Hanjiazhuang, making him the largest landowner in the entire Xingyang area.

The Qin Dynasty did not allow new nobles to appear, so they were destined to be small landowners, unable to influence the existence of a township or even half a county by themselves.

Han Ju could only influence one Hanjiazhuang, and then secretly contacted the surrounding small landowners to secretly form an alliance.

But then again, what kind of alliances are these?

Compared with those nobles, they are like a mountain without tigers and a monkey called the king.

"I lost! I am willing to give up all the cultivated land..." Han Ju suddenly relented.

He has no choice but to give in. He is not a fool and naturally knows that his life is not in his hands now.

If you are soft and won't listen, if you are tough and you can't handle it, and if you still don't accept softness after all this time, you must feel that you have lived too long.

"The assassination of my master cannot be solved by just saying that you lose!" Wang Buxu smiled.

No reform is bloodless, as long as the direction is right and the group that benefits is larger than the group that suffers.

If there is no success, or the resistance does not decrease, it must be because not enough people have been killed.

"Execution on the spot, the people involved are the Yi tribe!" Wang Buxu took a few steps back and said coldly.

"What?" Han Ju suddenly looked at Wang Buxung in fear, his face full of shock.

Violent resistance to the law is not something that has never happened before; on the contrary, it happens very often.

But when was there not a big deal turned into a trivial matter?

How did he know that the person he was scolding turned out to be Wang Buxu himself?

Just as Han Ju was about to beg for mercy, he was pushed to the ground by two soldiers. One of them drew a knife and slashed at his neck.

The generation of Hanjiazhuang overlord who ruled the entire Hanjiazhuang and whose name could make the entire Hanjiazhuang tremble was killed.

Following closely behind were several members of Han Ju's tribe.

Heads fell to the ground one after another, and the scene was extremely shocking. The people who were originally confused were even more confused now, and they didn't know how to speak at all.

There are not many people from the Han family here, so Zhang Buyi sent a hundred people to Hanzhai to capture the Han family members.

At the scene, it was the turn of the Han family's guests.

There were many casualties during the previous charge, but now only less than fifty people were still standing, and they all looked at Wang Buhung in fear.

The three Yi tribes...

Although Wang Buxu is kind, he also has to divide people.

When facing the people and his subordinates, Wang Buxeng is certainly kind. These are his true people.

But facing the enemy, not everyone can gain the respect of Wang Buxu like Li You, and not everyone can receive that kind of treatment.

Han Ju?

He doesn't deserve it!

In his opinion, the concept of diners is not a good thing. A group of rich people are well fed and support a group of idle people, and they all show off their power.

In future generations, they will be punished one by one for leading the Black Society.

Wang Buxu pointed to a pile of corpses on the ground and said solemnly: "Name these people's names, birthplaces, and addresses. There are only five people from the Yi tribe!"

That's right, these retainer kings want the Yi tribe even if they are not hungry, and they will not be spared even if they die.

If you don't give these people some color, I'm afraid they don't know how awesome they are.

The labor force is in such short supply, and everyone does not want to go home to farm and produce, but is too lazy to work and fights against the government. You are used to it.

Hearing that there were only five people who could be of the three tribes, the fifty or so guests started fighting over each other, pointing to the people on the ground who they knew and knew their names and place of origin, and quickly confessed.

It doesn't matter if he dies. If he implicates the three clans, the sin will be really big.

After dealing with these people, Wang Buxu put on a smile when he looked at the still confused people.

"Okay, now the people who want to take the property that belongs to you have been dealt with. Now please go home and invite the person in charge. If we don't understand, just ask. When everyone understands, we will

Start measuring and dividing the fields!”
Chapter completed!