Chapter 8 Dealing with Calm (2)
Fang Ling smiled slightly and said: "Lord Han Zhai, this king is sitting here, that represents the sincerity of this king." And not only in the past, you can enjoy the same treatment as the people in the county, whether it is business, farming, fishing and raising horses, as long as you meet the requirements of the county's regulations, you can get additional rewards, and you will still be exempt from paying taxes for three years. β
Although the bandit did not speak, it was obvious that some people were already a little tempted, if they could live in the county and have such a generous treatment, who would want to continue to be a bandit?
Shen Huantian obviously also saw the impact of this remark on everyone, and couldn't help but snort heavily: "Your Highness, don't think that this is Feng County, this is in my Tianzhai Village, you want to deceive us with these rhetoric, we are not naΓ―ve enough to be fooled for a few words!"
Shen Huantian said this, which made the thieves hesitate again, although Fang Ling is the identity of the prince, however, God knows if he deceived everyone?
Fang Ling slowly stood up, smiled at Shen Huantian and said, "Lord Shen Zhai, I think you are also mistaken, Misty Mountain is also the fief of this king, since this king dares to come here, then you can't help but believe my words." β
Shen Huantian's expression froze, and he shouted with murderous intent: "Your Highness, don't forget, you are alone now, if you anger the owner of this village, your life will not be guaranteed!"
Fang Ling's face did not change, but he laughed out loud, and said playfully after laughing: "Lord Shen Zhai, don't you think that this king is only one person, right?"
Shen Huantian sneered and said, "What's the matter, didn't you bring two more?"
Saying this, Zhu Mo and the others couldn't help laughing wildly, and their waists were straight, and they didn't take the young man in their eyes.
Fang Ling smiled slightly, and said word by word: "There are not many people brought by this king, three hundred on the mountain and three hundred under the mountain." β
Everyone's hearts trembled when they heard this, and almost subconsciously looked towards Shen Huantian, Shen Huantian said disdainfully: "Brothers, everyone understands now, the so-called His Royal Highness is nothing more than that, he keeps saying that he is golden, but he tells a big lie, three hundred soldiers, you take out these three hundred soldiers and show us it!"
Shen Huantian was full of confidence in the defense of the cottage, although Fang Ling somehow sneaked in, but the number of three hundred soldiers was absolutely impossible, and everyone's faces also showed disdainful expressions, feeling that this Shicheng King was really a man of words.
Fang Ling smiled, slapped his palm three times, and after three sounds, suddenly a thief shouted below: "There is someone on the roof!"
Everyone was taken aback, and hurriedly looked towards the roof, it didn't matter what they looked at, they suddenly gasped, only to see that on the roof of the main hall, there were soldiers squatting densely, there were as many as two or three hundred people, everyone was holding a bow and arrow, and the bright arrows were aimed at the people inside and outside the hall, as long as Fang Ling gave an order, I don't know how many dead and wounded.
Shen Huantian's pupils dilated suddenly, his face changed color suddenly, his hands couldn't help but tremble, he almost couldn't believe his eyes, and he was even a little stunned for a while.