Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The monitoring room was located in a windowless side room on the west side of the county government office.

When Lin Mo pushed the door open, Zhang Tie and Wang Laonian were already there. One of them was squatting in the corner with a knife in his hand, and the other was hunched over the monitor screen with his eyes almost touching the monitor.

The screen displayed a dozen or so black-and-white images, all of which were real-time feeds from the outdoor night vision cameras that Lin Mo had installed over the past few days.

How many people?

Lin Mo walked to the screen and glanced at the images.

Sure enough, there were figures moving about on the street in front of the county government office.

Not only at the main gate, but also from the east wall, west wall, and back wall, people can be seen from every direction.

They moved very carefully in the shadows, staying close to the walls and keeping a low profile, but Lin Mo had installed thirty cameras, providing complete coverage from the wall down, making their movements crystal clear.

"Reporting to you, sir, at least thirty."

Zhang Tie pointed to a picture on the screen, his thick finger poking at the monitor.

"Look, this group of people are lurking in the alley, waiting for the people at the main entrance to make the first move."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his voice lowered slightly.

"Also, I've seen the leader before."

His finger moved to a scene outside the main gate, where a burly man stood with a long knife at his waist, directing his men to disperse into the alleys on both sides of the government office.

"Who?"

"The pirates all call him Third Master, but nobody knows his real name. He was the one who killed the former magistrate last time; he was ruthless and killed him with a single blow."

Lin Mo frowned.

pirate?

I've only been in Lianhai County for a few days and have never had any dealings with the pirates, so there's no question of any enmity between us.

Moreover, according to common sense, when pirates land to plunder, the fattest target should be the wealthy Wang family in the west of the city. That old man has thousands of acres of fertile land and a fortune of thousands of dollars. If we're talking about robbing, the Wang family compound is the fattest sheep.

But instead of taking the mountains of gold and silver, these pirates came to besiege a poor county government office.

"Was Master Wang ever robbed by pirates?"

Lin Mo suddenly asked.

Zhang Tie shook his head:

"It seems not. Over the years, pirates have only robbed fishing boats and coastal villages belonging to ordinary people. Although Master Wang is wealthy, he has many servants and his manor has high walls and thick gates, so they dare not touch him."

The pirates dared not rob the wealthy Wang, who had many servants, but they dared to openly besiege the county government office and kill the magistrate.

The only explanation is that these so-called "pirates" were not ordinary sea bandits at all; they were in cahoots with Master Wang.

The previous magistrates were mostly eliminated by Wang Yuanwai through the pirates because they refused to go along with the corrupt officials. Now it's his turn.

Lin Mo understood the situation, and the coldness in his eyes intensified. As expected, Master Wang couldn't hold back any longer.

When I walked out of the monitoring room, the guards had already assembled in the front yard of the county government office.

About thirty people stood in three rows, all bald, wearing gray training uniforms they had just bought from the main world, and holding newly crafted triangular military daggers in their hands.

Their faces showed a mixture of tension and excitement, their chests heaving like a pack of hunting dogs that had just learned to pounce.

These past few days, Lin Mo has been arranging for Zhang Tie to conduct military training for them every day, from standing at attention and forming ranks to emergency assembly. Even the ranks and titles are copied from the main world.

But the time was too short. After a few days, they barely learned to stand in line and listen to commands. Most of them were still toiling in the fields a few days ago, facing the yellow earth and turning their backs to the sky. Now they were holding bayonets instead of hoes. Their fingers were trembling involuntarily, and their eyes were red. They didn't know whether they were excited or afraid.

Lin Mo stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over each face:

"When the fighting starts, kill them all. For every one you kill, you'll be rewarded with five taels of silver."

Whoever makes the greatest contribution on the battlefield will be promoted directly. If they want to be a squad leader or platoon leader, they have to earn merits in battle.

If you get injured, the county government will treat you and take care of it until the end.

If you are crippled or killed in battle, you and your family will be supported by the county government and will never have to worry about food or drink for the rest of your life.

There was a moment of silence in the queue, then it was as if something had been ignited.

Five taels of silver was enough for their whole family to eat fine grains for more than half a year.

If you're frugal, it could easily take ten years or more.

Moreover, if you are injured, someone will treat you; if you die, someone will take care of your family. What is there to hesitate about?

The young men, who had been trembling just moments before, gripped their knives tightly, their knuckles cracking.

A man who had once been a hunter licked his lips, and the fear in his eyes was slowly replaced by a more primal gleam.

Lin Mo then told everyone to disperse and find cover to hide.

There were hidden sentries at the main gate, the east and west wings, and the backyard.

The lanterns were lit as usual, and everything looked the same as always.

The pirates scaled the west wall with incredible speed, landing almost silently.

One, two, three—people scurried over the wall like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crouching low as they crept into the yard.

The leader was a burly man with a long knife in his hand. A scar ran across his face from the corner of his eye to his chin. His eyes were gloomy and resolute, like a wild dog that had been licking blood for a long time.

The men behind him split into three groups: one group moved towards the main hall, one group surrounded the east wing, and the other group spread out to keep watch.

Their teamwork was excellent, their actions were skillful, and their movements and gestures clearly indicated that they were not ordinary pirates.

Lin Mo crouched in the shadows behind the main hall, peering through the crack in the door at everything, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The cross-cover and flanking maneuvers clearly demonstrate the skills of well-trained soldiers.

The guards were new recruits after all; no matter how well they hid, they couldn't hide their rapid breathing.

Behind the main hall door, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy's hand holding a knife trembled slightly, and the blade lightly tapped against the door frame, producing a very faint metallic clang.

The scarred, burly man suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and all the pirates stopped in their tracks at the same instant.

His gaze shifted to the main hall, a cruel smile slowly spreading across his lips as he pointed his long sword forward.

Two groups of pirates surged in from the flanks simultaneously. The guards hastily engaged in battle, and the clanging of metal swords clashing, mixed with roars and screams, shattered the silence of the night sky over Lianhai County.

The recruits' training in military boxing and bayonet techniques was disrupted before they could even get into position. One tall, thin man was kicked to the ground, his bayonet flying out of his hand and rolling twice on the ground. Before he could even get up, a pirate had already raised his sword to strike him down.

Lin Mo gave Long Qingxue a wink.

Long Qingxue drew her sword, which flashed a cold, clear light in the moonlight. She transformed into a moon-white afterimage, and before the sound of her clothes rustling in the wind could reach her ears, the tip of her sword had already pierced the throat of the pirate who was holding the knife.

The second-rate master unleashed his full power at this moment, his sword flashing through the crowd as if it were empty, each strike precisely piercing the enemy's vital points, so fast that the beginning, development, and transition of the sword moves were almost invisible.

Within a few breaths, the pirates at the forefront had fallen to the ground, blood gushing from the sword wounds in their throats and chests, staining the bluestone pavement red.