"Who? Come out. Ma Xiwen screamed nervously.

The natives gathered in a group, back to back, weapons in their hands, nervously staring at the black cavernous jungle.

The sound of rustling came, like a beast driving away its prey, and constantly narrowing the encirclement. The tension grew thicker and thicker, and the air froze to the point where it was impossible to breathe.

Ma Xiwen's forehead began to sweat, and because his hands were too hard, the joints turned white and stiffened.

"Whoosh......"

Out of nowhere, a crossbow bolt was shot right in the cheek of the natives in front of him. The native fell to the ground in response, convulsed a few times, and whimpered for his life.

This crossbow bolt is like a command. A large number of crossbow arrows were fired at the natives from all directions. The natives gathered in a circle became live targets, constantly falling to the ground with arrows, convulsing and wailing.

After a cup of tea, nearly 200 natives were all hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and the natives who had not yet died were still wailing in pain. The smell of blood rose to the sky.

Ma Xichang was shot in the thigh, and the pain made him roll on the ground with his injured leg. The surrounding natives kept being hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and Ma Xichang was so frightened that he hid under the corpses of his compatriots with his injured legs.

The battle ended quickly. Ma Xichang secretly opened his eyes, only to see black-faced ghost-like warriors constantly emerging from the trees and grass. Armed with crossbow arrows and short spears, these warriors wore tattered camouflage suits that closely resembled the colors of their surroundings, like soul seducers.

"Boss, there's a living mouth here."

Ma Xichang saw these ghost-like warriors checking the dead native compatriots one by one, mending their knives from time to time, and trembling with fright.

Seeing that he was discovered, Ma Xichang hurriedly climbed out and shouted in horror: "I surrender, I surrender." I'm the nephew of the owner of Cross Ridge......"

Zhang Pan came to Ma Xichang, with a bright smile on his ghost-like black face, and his white teeth looked like a devouring torture table in Ma Xichang's eyes.

"Alive? It depends on whether there is a reason to live. Know how many people in the stockade are not? Do you know how many soldiers there are? Do you know the topography of the stockade? Do you know the situation of the guards in the wall? ”

"I know, I know, I know," Ma Xichang hurriedly said: "I know, I say, I say, don't kill me......"

………………

On the evening of June 28, the moon was dim and mist shrouded the entire Cross Ridge Village.

To the north of the Cross Ridge Dazhai is the towering Xianpi Peak, which is unusually steep and unusually steep, and it is difficult for ordinary beasts to enter Dazhai from here. Therefore, important facilities such as the house of the owner of the village and the warehouse in the village were built in the north.

At a certain time, most of the natives in the village fell asleep. A small number of couples are still busy, and they can faintly hear the voices of women crying and crying.

The owner of the village is sleepless. What happened during this time was too weird, and the entire Cross Ridge seemed to be targeted by a man-eating beast. From time to time, Maku felt that he was being watched by a lot of eyes, and the danger was approaching step by step.

Mrs. Qiu was dissatisfied: "It's so late, why don't you sleep?" If you don't come, don't you look down on the old lady? Which girl do you like? Look at your virtue. ”

"What nonsense? Don't you think this time is wrong? None of the people who went out came back. ”

"You stinky men haven't been dazzled by Han women." Qiu Shi said disdainfully: "The Han people are getting weaker and weaker, and their women are becoming more and more able to seduce people." Last time, I heard your nephew Xi Chang say that he made a Han woman who was like a flower and jade, so that he couldn't ...... love all the time."

"Listen, what's the sound?" Maku interrupted Qiu's words and listened to the movement outside.

Qiu Shi listened carefully for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's not from Ma Lao's family." Also, your brother is so powerful, a toss is the middle of the night. It's good for you, you can't come once in ten days and a half months, and once it's just a stick of incense. ”

"This ......" Maku smuggled, no longer speaking.

………………

Countless night birds flew from the summit of Xianpi and scared away a large number of wild beasts.

A group of dark shadows gathered at the top of the mountain. After a little discussion, he lowered the long rope from the top of the mountain, and several black shadows slid down the rope, and soon disappeared into the dark night.

After a while, the string tied to the bell vibrates, causing the bell to sound crisply, abruptly and clearly in the silent night sky.

"Up, stay safe."

Dozens of ropes were lowered, and the black shadow slid down the hill neatly.

It took less than half an hour for nearly 1,000 people to reach the foot of the mountain and enter the Cross Ridge Village.

Zhang Pan convened hundreds of households to meet and act separately according to the set goals.

The black shadow quickly dispersed, like a demon, and pounced on the sleeping Cross Ridge Village.

"Wang...... Woo......"

"Whoosh...... Bang......"

"Ghosts, there are ghosts ......"

"Oh no, the enemy has entered the stockade......"

Cross Ridge Dazhai was awakened, and the screams of exclamation, the sound of walking away, the barking of dogs, and the screaming of misery were chaotic.

"Who? Ah......h

"It's the Han people, it's the Han people, the Han people have entered the stockade......"

"Don't mess around, take the guy...... Ah......h

In the chaos, there were hidden arrows from time to time, and there were constantly natives who fell to the ground by arrows, and natives who were trampled on and hit by collapsed debris.

The soldiers of the 3,000th household occupied the residence, storehouse, temple and other important facilities of the main house of the village in units of 100 households.

Li Ke was the first to enter the house of the owner of the village.

The Maku house was only guarded by a dozen soldiers. was shot by the guards and killed instantly. Maku didn't have time to react, and Li Ke had already led the team into the inner room.

"Hell......" Qiu screamed in fright: "Don't take me away, I haven't done anything bad...... It's all this man who did it, yes, he did it, take him away. Don't kill me......"

"Hand over the money and materials, Rao Er will not die."

"Han Chinese? Are you Han Chinese? Qiu Shi came back to his senses, and suddenly his tone rose: "The Han people dare to kill the Tu Da Village?" Aren't you afraid that your court will blame you? Still on your knees begging for mercy? Otherwise......"

"Whoosh......"

A crossbow bolt hit the forehead of the Qiu clan, interrupting her chatter. Qiu Shi still couldn't believe it, and with consternation, he fell on his back. How dare the Han people make a move on themselves?

Maku trembled with fright, and trembled, "I...... I am the owner of the village...... I...... There is no anti-...... Rebel against the imperial court ......"

"Whoosh......"

Li Ke mercilessly ordered, and several crossbow arrows were fired at the same time, shooting Maku into a hedgehog.

Looking at Maku's dead appearance, Li Ke said disdainfully: "Being a native is your greatest original sin. ”

The inner room of the maku is full of ornaments made of silver, which gleaming in the light.

"Damn, these natives are really rich, and they don't take silver seriously at all."

"Leave a few people to guard and sort out the booty, and the rest will continue to drive the natives with me, and we can't let the natives take our spoils away......"

According to the established tactical requirements, this time to break into the Turen Village of the Cross Ridge, it is not required to completely annihilate the natives in the Dazhai, but only to expel the natives from the Dazhai and confiscate the property of the natives as trophies.

Sporadic fighting continued until dawn. When the sun rose, the Cross Ridge Dazhai was occupied by the 3,000th households of Zhang Pan.

The natives who resisted or did not have time to flee were annihilated; Most of the natives fled in confusion from the south in the direction of Zhangpan's release, wearing thin shirts barefoot, and there was no time to carry their belongings and food.

The natives who escaped with their lives did not have time to rejoice that their lives were saved, and the subsequent problem of survival became a problem. Without food, property, and utensils, how can the natives survive?

Zhang Pan looked at the silver ornaments and silver ingots in the hall in front of him, revealing a look of disbelief. How can the natives be so rich?

The native village of less than 10,000 people actually has more than 1 million taels of silver jewelry. It's incredible.

It is no wonder that Boss Zhu is so active in the expedition to the southwest, and the strategic goal is to grab the spoils of war, supplemented by the annihilation of the living forces of the natives, and whether to seize the cities occupied by the natives depends on the situation.

That's wise!