The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 157 Meeting an acquaintance is especially troublesome.

Gan Minglan instructed the medical team to stay at the post station and wait.

She took the sacred wooden spear, mounted her horse, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The centurion and musketeers who remained behind reacted only a tiny bit too slowly.

After that, he grabbed his musket, mounted his horse, and galloped towards Beicang Village.

The musket team members: We've long heard that the Jade-Faced Rakshasa kills people as smoothly as slaughtering pigs, and we're about to witness a legendary scene!

Horse, run faster!

"Dede dede"

"Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up!"

The post station in the town was only five miles away from Beicang Village.

From the moment Atu discovered the group and informed his master, to Gan Minglan's arrival at Beicang Village, only a quarter of an hour had passed.

The clattering of hooves grew closer, and the villagers waiting at the village entrance felt their vision go black.

Oh no, the border troops have discovered us!

Despite their fear, they quickly relayed the message to the inner perimeter.

This time, the leader of Longpan Mountain is the fourth leader, who can be called the most capable fighter in the entire mountain stronghold.

This ruthless fourth leader, upon hearing that the border troops left behind had been alerted, spat fiercely on the ground.

He calmly drew out his three-foot-long broadsword, which he always carried with him.

He rallied his two hundred best warriors from Panlong Village and charged out of the south gate.

When viewed from above, the entire Beicang Village is a large complex of buildings with a U-shaped structure.

It covers an area of ​​approximately 400,000 square meters.

The villagers' houses were all built on the outer perimeter of the U-shaped area.

The inner perimeter covers an area of ​​300,000 square meters.

It is separated from the outside by a three-meter-high blue brick wall.

Inside the walled compound, there are more than 300 granaries of various sizes.

If all the granaries were filled, they could store approximately four million bushels.

This massive civilian grain storage complex was built by three generations of Beicang Village, using their hard work and money.

Every year, major grain merchants rent grain warehouses in Beicang Village to store their grain.

During this period, villagers will also be hired to do tasks such as moving things and guarding the warehouse.

Thanks to the golden rooster accumulated by their ancestors, the average annual income of each villager can reach thirty taels of silver.

If it weren't for the embezzlement by the guards in Beicang Village, how could outsiders have successfully broken through the outer perimeter, entered the inner perimeter, and transported away the grain?

As the fourth leader and his men rushed to the outer village entrance with torches in hand, they were met by a man and a horse.

The horse ran very fast, whipping the long hair of the person on its back into the air.

The figure ran up to them.

The fourth leader and the others recognized the newcomer's face.

"hiss!"

"Good heavens, how could it be her?!"

"That shrew is still alive?"

The image of that chipped kitchen knife grazing his scalp in the bat cave seemed like it was just yesterday.

The fourth leader felt pain in his head, arms, stomach, thighs, and buttocks.

A few months ago, these places were badly slashed with cleavers.

That shrew left him with more than twenty scars of varying lengths.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

The old bandits who came with the fourth leader all recognized Gan Minglan.

Their limbs went weak, and their hearts sank.

Be afraid before the battle.

They were completely covered up, with only their eyes showing, so their deathly pale complexions were not visible.

This is why Gan Minglan didn't recognize him.

The tall bandit in the crowd opposite was the same rascal who had punched Luo Shi to the ground, kicked Fatty away, and then been beaten up by her. But even if she recognized him, her killing spree wouldn't stop.

The closer you are to her, the faster you'll die!
A standard one-shot kill for each bandit.

The killing was executed with such fluidity and ease.

The bandits brandished their broadswords and gestured for a long time, but they couldn't even get close to her horse.

In a contest between a long spear and a short sword, the long spear emerged victorious.

"what!"

"hiss!"

Seeing that the shrew was even more murderous and ruthless than she had been in the Bat Cave a few months ago, the fourth brother of the scoundrel had only one thought left: to run away.

Unfortunately, he hadn't even run ten steps.

Several gunshots rang out: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His right arm, which had been stabbed before, was hit by a bullet.

Immediately afterwards, dozens more people fell down in front of and behind him.

The fourth leader, dragging his injured arm, dodged left and right, running away without looking back.

He ran while shouting, "Close the door! Close the door now!"

Following his command, the villagers of Beicang Village, who had been pulled into the water, responded enthusiastically.

"bang bang bang"

The musket bullets struck the thick solid wood door, but after a long time, they only managed to create a small dent.

Hardwood, without a doubt.

After working for a while, the centurion who stayed behind felt his head buzzing.

The other members of the musket team searched a large area around Beicang Village, but still haven't found the 330 people on night duty.

No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death.

This place is both a canal and close to the sea.

Kill a few hundred people and throw them into the water, and no one will even know.

Most importantly, they don't know how much grain has been stolen from the granary, or whether it has already been transported out of the village.

The commander was so anxious that he wanted someone to take a musket and fire at the lock of the gate.

Gan Minglan stopped him:
"The villagers in this village have already been turned by the bandits, and they'll probably only go down this path to the end! With a whole village of able-bodied men plus an unknown number of bandits, if we, with our six hundred or so men, force our way in, we'll just be sending ourselves to our deaths."

"Oh my god! (Interjection) What am I going to do, what am I going to do?"

"Guarding the gate is guarding the food supply; be ready for battle at any time."

Beicang Village has two main gates, one in the north and one in the south, and four side gates, meaning that on average, about one hundred people guard each gate.

This is the only way to arrange it.

Inside a reception room on the perimeter of the granary.

The bandits were arguing loudly and noisily.

"What can we do? They can't get in, and we can't get out! Those villagers will just stand by and watch from the outside."

"They only have a few hundred people now, how come they can't get out?"

"We can't wait any longer! We must leave tonight! I'm afraid that if we wait until dawn, those who went out will come back with tens of thousands of porters!"

"Hiss! I'm mainly afraid of that tigress guarding outside. She's just too ruthless. At least twenty brothers died at her hands tonight."

"Even if you're scared, you have to go! Fourth Master's arm needs to be taken back to the stronghold to be treated by the divine doctor. You all hurry up and gather the grain we packed for tonight to see how much there is."

We only found out after the statistics were completed.

The entire village of Beicang mobilized men, women, and children, but only managed to fill about 10,000 bags.

The grain sacks used in the State of Bei were all standardized, each sack containing exactly one shi (a unit of dry measure).

This is a huge granary that stores 600,000 shi of grain!
After working hard all night, he had even spent 40,000 taels of silver beforehand in order to win over these villagers.

As a result, this is it?
The bandits were very dissatisfied with this output.

The fourth leader's arm was in so much pain that he couldn't lift it.

He asked someone to give him a simple bandage for his wound.

Bian said fiercely, "Ten thousand shi it is! Even if I can't take it all with me, I will never leave these people a single grain of food!"

(End of this chapter)