Shrouded in darkness, the Heifengling Village is so quiet that you can almost hear the chirping of cicadas.

It was dark inside the cottage, only dimly lit with lights, reflecting the tired figures of the people.

At this moment, a strong push pushed open Yang Dazhuang's door, and then, a figure rushed in like lightning.

The door creaked and there were gusts of wind, and even Yang Dazhuang, who was drowsily sleeping, was awakened.

"Who dares to barge in while I'm resting!" Yang Dazhuang rubbed his sleepy eyes and cursed angrily.

However, the man who broke in was unmoved at all and was still breathing rapidly.

The clothes on his body were in tatters and covered with dust. It was obvious that he had arrived in a hurry without any care.

Yang Dazhuang narrowed his eyes, stared at the embarrassed man, and said coldly: "Tell me, why is it so urgent?"

The man stood up straight, panting, trying to calm his breathing, then nodded vigorously, and stammered: "Dang, the boss, something happened!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Dazhuang's expression became extremely gloomy. He waved his hand to signal the man to take a breath. After he recovered a little, he asked eagerly: "Tell me, what happened?"

A quarter of an hour passed, and the Heifengling cottage was lit up again, and the lights reflected a tense atmosphere.

Everyone had already gotten rid of their slumber and gathered together with solemn expressions.

Yang Dazhuang stared at everyone closely, the displeasure on his face difficult to conceal.

A little leader among the crowd rubbed his eyes and said dissatisfied: "What happened in the middle of the night?"

Yang Dazhuang glanced at everyone with cold eyes and said in a stern tone: "Just now, news came from the informants sent out from the bottom of the mountain. The imperial envoy will lead the troops tomorrow to break through Sanqing Mountain in the middle of the night and eradicate all the bandits there."

Everyone couldn't hide their shock and murmured one after another.

A small leader couldn't help but ask: "How could the dangerous Sanqingshan Mountains be breached so quickly? Is this news reliable?"

Yang Dazhuang's face became increasingly gloomy, and he sneered: "The news is true, because I personally asked the informant to confirm it. At present, Jiang Mingyu's liquidation operation has been widely spread around Sanqing Mountain."

"Our Heifeng Ridge is less than a hundred miles away from Sanqing Mountain. I'm afraid Jiang Mingyu will lead a large army to attack us tomorrow. How should we deal with it, all the brothers can tell us?" His tone was full of oppression.

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was still yawning immediately woke up. Discussions started: "Shanggan people, we have only more than 200 brothers in Heifeng Ridge, how should we deal with it?"

"Sanqingshan is not that easy to break. Maybe the news is exaggerated."

"Heifengling and the government have nothing to do with each other. Why does Jiang Mingyu want to cause trouble for us?"

Yang Dazhuang stared at everyone impatiently: "I ask you what to do, what are you doing here and whining?"

A little leader with a pockmarked face stood up and said firmly: "Master, I have some suggestions."

"The situation is not good now. If the news is true, it will be difficult for us to confront Jiang Mingyu head-on with our little wealth."

"Why don't we leave here as soon as possible and find another place to stay."

"Although this will cause us to lose the foundation of Heifeng Ridge, it is better than being suppressed by Jiang Mingyu's army and everyone dying."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately won the approval and echo of everyone.

The scene was silent for a while, as everyone seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this proposal.

"Old Li is right, we are no match for the army." Yang Dazhuang wrinkled his sparse eyebrows and locked his eyes tightly on Old Li.

"That's right, Jiang Mingyu has superiors, how can we fight this battle?" Another brother muttered, rubbing his neck with one hand, looking helpless.

"Master, make up your mind quickly. Jiang Mingyu will be here at dawn." The little bosses all looked at Yang Dazhuang, expecting his decision.

Yang Dazhuang took a deep breath, his expression looked hesitant and heavy.

He bit his lower lip gently, and then said in a firm tone: "Everyone, be quiet and let me think about it."

Silence reigned for a while, and Yang Dazhuang's eyes gradually became firm: "It's windy and snowy right now, where can we go?"

"Don't use your brains. Apart from Shang Mu, the imperial court has no time to care about much." Someone laughed lightly and looked at Yang Dazhuang, seeming to test his thoughts.

"Where can we find a place for us in the entire Great Fengguo? Where should we go, to Xixia?" Another brother frowned, his words full of helplessness and bitterness.

"I'm afraid that if we can't reach the border, we will have to be captured by Jiang Mingyu's men, and we will only die worse." Some people couldn't help but clenched their fists, and their knuckles turned white.

The little bosses present began to fall into deep thought. They knew that the situation was very critical, but they could not find a definite solution.

Just as everyone fell into silence, a young leader named Lao Li's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something: "Master, we can ask for help from the poisonous scorpions in Xiewanggou."

Everyone looked at Lao Li, curiously waiting for his explanation.

Lao Li said with confidence: "The poisonous scorpions in Xiewanggou are very powerful. I heard that they can fight against the army. If we can get their support, we may be able to survive this crisis."

After hearing this, Yang Dazhuang showed a trace of hesitation on his face: "The poisonous scorpions in Xiewanggou? Are you sure they will help us?"

Lao Li nodded and said: "I have heard people say that the poisonous scorpions in Xiewanggou are their own faction and have nothing to do with the court. If we can get their help, we may be able to form a joint resistance force."

Yang Dazhuang thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm not sure whether they will take risks for us. Moreover, the Poisonous Scorpions themselves have their own goals, and they may not simply help us."

Another brother interjected: "Also, once we enter the Scorpion King Valley, they may take the opportunity to seize our territory."

Everyone gradually fell into helpless silence, and the situation seemed unsolvable.

.However, Yang Dazhuang's eyes became firm again: "The situation is indeed not good at the moment, but we cannot just sit back and wait for death."

He looked at everyone and said firmly: "Although the situation is difficult, we cannot surrender. I decided that we will have a real sword fight with Jiang Mingyu to teach him a lesson and let him know how powerful we are in Black Wind Ridge.

"

"Even if we are not his opponent, we must leave a deep impression in this battle so that he will not dare to underestimate us easily."

"Once we can make Jiang Mingyu feel threatened, he may reconsider the terms of negotiation with us."

At the critical moment, Yang Dazhuang's voice sounded, full of confidence and determination: "Of course, this is just a stop-gap measure. When the limelight passes, we brothers will start playing drums again and start another business. We will still be a group of good guys."

Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Old Li sighed, the wrinkles on his face deepened a little, with a hint of helplessness and worry: "But Jiang Mingyu has superiors, and we only have two hundred people, how are we going to fight?

"

Yang Dazhuang's smile was slightly sinister, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen an interesting situation: "It depends on you and Lao Yu, and only you can complete this task."

Lao Li's eyes were wide open, full of curiosity and expectation. He couldn't wait to know what Yang Dazhuang planned to do: "Master, what do you mean..."

Yang Dazhuang nodded, a firm determination revealed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was already imagining some future scene: "That's what I mean."

"As long as our plan comes true, even if Jiang Mingyu has thousands of troops, it will be nothing more than a bunch of decorations." Yang Dazhuang's tone was full of confidence that he would win.

Lao Li's eyes were shining with sharp light, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his expression revealed a touch of confidence, as if he had foreseen the victory: "Master, just watch it."

Turning around, the sky in Sanqing Mountain was still cold. Jiang Mingyu stood in the village, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, his eyes revealing a sense of perseverance and determination. His words were full of determination and determination: "Listen to the order,

Head to Black Wind Ridge immediately."

"On this trip, we not only have to reassert our official banner, but also have to swagger through the busy city." There was a firmness in his tone, as if he had already made up his mind.

Tuxlow narrowed his eyes in confusion, his brows furrowed slightly, and his whole person looked alert and doubtful: "My lord, what does this mean?"

Jiang Mingyu smiled and explained: "We have to win the support of the people, so that the end of the bandits will come."

His smile revealed a well-thought-out strategy, as if an elaborate plan was brewing.

Tuxlo nodded after hearing this. His expression gradually became clearer, and he seemed to gradually understand Jiang Mingyu's intention. There was a hint of approval and trust in his eyes.

And his deeper idea is to establish the image of a good official who loves the people like a son as soon as possible in the hearts of the people.

Only in this way can he accumulate the necessary popularity as soon as possible to deal with the overt and covert attacks of King Qi in the future.

But he didn't know that Dong Chengan's letter of complaint had been intercepted by Wang Zhe. All his worries were in vain.

Following Tuxlow's order, the two sergeants were ready to go. Their footsteps were sonorous and powerful, and they were in unison, reflecting their training and military dignity. Their eyes revealed determination and confidence, as if they had already

Be ready for any challenge.

On the way to Heifeng Ridge, Jiang Mingyu's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes stared forward, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing his inner pride and determination.

He is leading everyone towards the upcoming battle, not afraid of hardships and dangers, and determined to move forward.

In the towns not far up and down Sanqing Mountain, Jiang Mingyu's team marched majestically, and the sound of horse hooves resounded in the sky.

The people gathered around, pointing and pointing, with faces full of curiosity and comments.

Someone asked in confusion: "Why are so many people here? What happened? Who is the young man in the lead?"

Another person who understood the situation explained: "You don't know yet, it was our Lord from Shangmu County who brought people to suppress the bandits."

"No, my lord led people to kill the bandits on Sanqing Mountain yesterday. Last night, their heads were hanging out."

Hearing this news, the people showed joy and praised Jiang Mingyu's might and bravery: "This is great. Those damned ones are dead. Our Lord is such a good official. Come on, we all kneel down."

Kowtow."

Amid the excited cheers of the crowd, Jiang Mingyu's army gradually moved away, leaving behind the people kneeling on the ground, as if paying tribute to their savior.

In the cold wind, Jiang Mingyu's face was calm, and his eyes shone with thoughtful light.

He took the horse's reins and slightly raised his hands towards the kneeling people: "Fellow fellows, my officer is Jiang Mingyu."

His voice was firm and distant, spreading to every corner around him: "Today, I hereby promise that I will not retreat until all the bandits in Shangmu territory are wiped out."

Amidst the cheers, Jiang Mingyu and his army disappeared into the cold wind with confidence and a sense of mission.

He knew in his heart that this mighty performance had caused ripples in Shangmu territory, and their victory would soon become a hot topic in the entire county.

At noon, the cold wind gradually weakened, and Jiang Mingyu came galloping and finally arrived at the foot of Heifeng Ridge.

He cast his gaze towards the looming mountain village in the distance, the expression on his face was solemn and thoughtful.

He looked at the cottage in front of him, with countless thoughts in his mind. With careful thoughts intertwined, his understanding of the situation became clearer and clearer. The smile in the wind seemed to hide more strategies: "How will we fight this battle?"
Chapter completed!