Volume 1 The Battle of Luchuan Chapter 35 No Tiger in the Mountains (Part II)

"I... I didn't run. Xi'er turned around tremblingly, and more than a dozen Luchuan soldiers looked at her with unkind faces.

Except for the first time when Nansang Village fought with the Luchuan soldiers, she had never seen so many Luchuan soldiers. As soon as his legs were weak, he actually sat down directly on the ground.

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Chuanbing was a little curious, he didn't know why a child was so afraid of them. In Nansangzhai, they will only deal with suspicious guys and disobedient people, and a small child often does not enter their eyes.

Although some children starved to death because they couldn't eat because of their wanton harvesting, they didn't think they had done anything to the children, after all, these people were not a threat, and the children were afraid to see them, but they were not as afraid of being like the little girl in front of them.

"I... I—" Xi'er was too frightened to say anything at this point.

The Luchuan soldier simply stepped forward, stared at Xi'er's eyes and asked, "Little doll, what did you do wrong?" How can you see us and run, and you're afraid of being like this. ā€

But Xi'er just lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him.

The Luchuan soldiers were also anxious, and they dragged the bamboo basket on Xi'er's back with their hands, and when they opened the cover, they were also shocked, it was actually full of prey!

The best hunter he had ever seen didn't have the ability to hunt so much prey in one morning, so where did this kid get so much fresh prey?

The other Luchuan soldiers also gathered around, looking at the wild things and Xi'er in the bamboo basket with great curiosity, they are all people who grow up in this mountain forest, and they are the most sensitive to wild catches, and these prey cannot come from the hands of a small child.

"Where did these prey come from?" Lu Chuanbing asked.

ā€œā€¦ Uncle Yu, hit. Xi'er can only tell the truth at this time.

"Who is it?" These Luchuan soldiers naturally don't know who "Uncle Yugang" is, if Xi'er knows Jiang Yugang's true identity and says that he is one of the hundred households of the Ming Army in Manggu Mountain, maybe there are still people in these Luchuan soldiers who know.

"There's something wrong with this kid, let's take his prey first." Luchuan Bing didn't bother to talk to Xi'er, so he simply began to put away the prey in Xi'er's bamboo basket.

Xi'er saw that the Luchuan soldiers began to take the prey in the bamboo basket, and immediately thought of the hunting knife hidden under the prey, and hurriedly moved to hug the bamboo basket.

"Little doll, are you crazy?" A Luchuan soldier pulled the bamboo basket with one hand and Xi'er with the other, directly lifting Xi'er off the ground, and the bamboo basket was also knocked to the ground.

To everyone's surprise except Xi'er, the bamboo basket fell to the ground, and it actually made a crisp sound.

The Luchuan soldiers curiously picked up the bamboo basket to observe, and several brand-new hunting knives appeared in front of everyone, emitting a terrifying glittering cold light.

Everyone was stunned, and the Luchuan soldiers understood one by one - this little kid used the prey as a cover and secretly sent weapons to the cottage. Nansangzhai looks obedient on the surface, but secretly doing this kind of thing?

If I hadn't been lucky enough to find out today, wouldn't I have been surrounded by villagers in the cottage one day and cut down and didn't know how to die?

The Luchuan soldiers were really angry, they didn't expect that this little kid was secretly doing something that killed them: "Who asked you to secretly transport the knife to the village?" Say! ā€

"It's... Uncle Yu'an...", Xi'er didn't dare to hide it at all, and quickly answered Luchuan Bing's question.

But Lu Chuanbing didn't appreciate it: "Don't fool us with a name we don't know, where is he now?" ā€

"Him?" Xi'er looked around with teary eyes, but she didn't see Jiang Yugang's figure: "He took me hunting in the morning, and now I don't know where he is." ā€

"Don't know? Are you fooling us? Lu Chuanbing's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "Where is his home?" You don't know, let's go find his family! ā€

Xi'er cringed and said, "He... Not from the stockade, he is a merchant from Mengyang City. ā€

"Another merchant from Mengyang City." Luchuan Bing nodded resentfully: "I see that the people in your village are just not honest and want to fool us." You don't know where Uncle Yu is, you always know where your home is, I'm going to ask you how Daddy raised you! ā€

"Tell me, where is your home!"

Xi'er finally hesitated, bit her lip, and stopped talking. She knew her father's identity, the first warrior of Nansang Village, the most trusted guard of the old village owner, he killed many Luchuan soldiers, once discovered, Luchuan soldiers would not let him go.

"This little child is so dishonest, it's in vain to talk to her." A Luchuan soldier shook his head, no longer cared about Xi'er, walked to the crowd of onlookers, pulled out a villager casually, pulled out a long knife and put it on the man's neck, and threatened angrily: "Tell me honestly, where is this child's home, who are the people in the family, how can she bring a hunting knife into the cottage?" There's a lie, and it's scraping you alive right here! ā€

Almost immediately, the villager knelt down: "This little child is the daughter of Aouma, the old master's personal guard!" Her dad has been handing out weapons in the stockade, I really don't know what they're going to do, and I don't have any weapons from Aumma! I'm listening to Lu Chuanguo! ā€

"The daughter of Auma in Nansangzhai!" A Luchuan soldier who looked a little old immediately had bloodshot eyes after hearing the words of the villagers: "My three sons all died at his hands, I thought he was dead, it turned out that he was still hiding in the village!" ā€

Lao Luchuan Bing dragged Xi'er to the ground like crazy, dragged him to the ground and strode on the ground: "Awuma, you killed my child, and today I will also kill your child to avenge my child!" ā€

Some of the other Luchuan soldiers spoke out to stop him: "Bulu, finding Auma is the first thing now, we have to find out how many weapons this person has issued and what he is planning, if you kill his daughter now, he will run away without worry, this will be a big mistake." ā€

But the old Luchuan soldier didn't listen to persuasion at all, and took Xi'er to the original most lively place in the village, the open space in front of the bamboo building of the village owner's house. Since the old village owner's family was openly killed here, this place has become extremely deserted. It's just that today, because of the Luchuan soldiers, Xi'er, and a group of onlookers, it has become overcrowded.

The young village master and several of his subordinates also mixed in the crowd, looking at the Luchuan soldiers and Xi'er who was tied to the original totem stake in the village.

"Young master, what now? Just let them hurt Xi'er? Auma would never have left his daughter to run alone, he would definitely come and fight these Luchuan soldiers. One of his men whispered.

"Young village master, let's fight with the Luchuan soldiers." Another subordinate said.

The young village master was silent for a long time: "You go to find Aouma, stop him, tie him up for me, and take him to the mountains to calm down for a month.

"Young village master!" His men apparently couldn't accept this solution, and shouted angrily.

"Go!" The young village master also lowered his voice and rebuked angrily.

The subordinate lowered his gaze helplessly, and replied weakly: "Yes." ā€

He then led the two of them through the crowd and left.

"Mangge, are you really not going to make a move?" Beside the young village master, an old man asked softly.

"Ever since my whole family was killed after that fight, I've only known one thing." The young village master clenched his fists with all his might, as if he was suppressing something, his nails pierced the skin, and the blood slowly dripped down: "Nansangzhai, you can't die anymore because of the battle." ā€