200, Yiwu Crazy【2/3】

Yi Yun was about to leave the city, but suddenly these people ran back and shouted, "There is no need to leave the city, so I stopped and planned to watch the fun. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple, Piaotian, a registered literary member, recommended this work. The villagers at the Yiwu city gate shouted loudly, and countless people ran towards various places in the city, shouting as they ran: "Shi Wenliu is here, bringing more than 5,000 people. Our brothers guarding the hillside have been beaten. Come quickly..."

The entire Yiwu County was shocked, and countless people came out of the house, including men and women, old and young. Men held wooden sticks, hoes, hatchets and other items in their hands, while women held kitchen knives, cutting boards, pot lids and other utensils.

After a while, the county magistrate Chen Dacheng also ran to the city gate. He actually carried a Park knife in his hand, and it seemed that he would also participate in the battle.

Yi Yun stood aside with interest and watched, Chen Dacheng shouted: "Friends, Babao Yinshan is the lifeblood of our Yiwu. The salt merchant Shi Wenliu relies on his wealth and power to take us seriously. Let's let him see today. The lifeblood of Yiwu people cannot be violated. If you dare to extend a thief's hand to Yinshan, you will definitely chop it up!"

Yi Yun caught a villager next to him and asked with a smile: "What is the origin of the salt merchant Shi Wenliu? He can mobilize five thousand people at once. This is simply exaggerated. It is even more powerful than the government's dispatch of troops."

The villager sighed, "You don't know that Shi Wenliu is a sold private salt. In the big country, selling private salt is an illegal beheading, so private salt merchants have to organize an army to fight against the officers and soldiers. Usually, the army sells private salt, and fights when encountering officers and soldiers. In the Jiangnan area, the largest private salt dealer is Shi Wenliu. His private salt regiment has tens of thousands of people, spread all over the country. With an emergency response, thousands of people can be recruited. His private salt caravan is famous for his cruelty and fighting, and even officers and soldiers cannot defeat the desperate people under his command, so he turns a blind eye to his existence and let him run rampant in the Jiangnan area."

After hearing this, Yi Yun thought in his heart that more than 10,000 people under his command could be tangled with 5,000 private salt dealers at any time. This is really a headache. If such a private salt dealer goes to the Jiashan Oasis he manages to sell private salt, will he be arrested or not? If arrested, what army should be used to deal with his five thousand soldiers?

At this time, Chen Dacheng had already begun to dispatch villagers to form a team: "The villagers of combat professions are out of the list!"

With a "coaxing" sound, about 4,000 people stood up. Yi Yun glanced at him and found that about 2,000 people had a second-level profession, and more than 2,000 people were first-level militias. Shengtang Piaotian, a registered literary member, recommended this work. Hey, there are quite a lot of villagers with combat power in Yiwu. I originally thought that at most 40,000 families could only give out 2,000 people with professions, but I didn't expect that there were more than 4,000, which was twice my expectations.

Chen Dacheng simply assigned a few words. The second-level "guards" took the pot lid, chopping board and other armors to stand in front. The "soldiers" stood in the second row with bamboo spears, hoes and other weapons, and then a large number of "militia" stood in the third row, and the "bow soldiers" stood in the last with homemade hunting bows.

"The government does not care about Shi Wenliu, we Yiwu people will take care of it ourselves." Chen Dacheng said seriously: "You must remember that what you want to protect is not only a Yinshan, but also all the people in the entire Yiwu County, your parents and wives, and your relatives and friends. If Shi Wenliu occupys Yinshan, all Yiwu people will starve to death."

"Yes! Protect Yiwu!"

Yi Yun couldn't help but complain: "Hey, Chen Dacheng, aren't you the official? Since you are in charge of this, it means the official is in charge of this."

Chen Dacheng said angrily: "I once wrote to the court, asking them to send troops to wipe out Shi Wenliu, but guess how the court replied to me? The Japanese pirates in Jiangnan are suffering and are exhausted and have no time to come to manage Yiwu and let us play with it by ourselves."

Yi Yun: "..."

Chen Dacheng had just completed his queue. The smoke and dust rolled on the edge of the mountain in the distance. A group of bandits appeared. The momentum was indeed huge. People were surging on the narrow mountain road. Five thousand people came over in a row. The weapons and equipment of these bandits were not very good. They were not very armor-piercing, and they were wearing various leather clothes, cloth clothes, and zip clothes... Although the materials were messy, they were not ragged. It can be seen that the salt bandits were still relatively rich. They looked much tidy than the ragged clothes of the people from the Yiwu people. "Piaotian Literary Registration Member Recommended This Work" Piaotian Literary Registration Member Recommended This Work.

The salt bandits' weapons and equipment are much more serious. Many of them carry serious Park knives and steel guns, and most of them hold decent spears and axes, and like the Yiwu people, they have hoes and pots on the battlefield. There is really no one.

People in later generations were used to watching martial arts movies and thought that equipment was not important. Picking the leaves and flying flowers could hurt people anyway. Equipment was useless. In fact, this idea was extremely wrong. In ancient times, good equipment would definitely make you more powerful on the battlefield. For example, during the Ming Dynasty, Japanese pirates invaded Jiangnan, and dozens of Japanese pirates could fight thousands of Ming troops. Why? They were wearing excellent armor, but the Ming army was wearing tattered cloth clothes... When the two fought, you finally hit the other side with a knife, but were blocked by the armor. You got it and finished playing. How did you think this battle?

Yi Yun saw the weapons and equipment of both sides and knew that Yiwu was going to be bad. How could he win? Besides, in terms of training, Yiwu was full of people who were temporarily gathered, but the other side was full of bandits, who were licking blood on the blade all year round. If you don’t fight, you will know the result.

"I'm dizzy, I'm in trouble now." Yi Yunhan said: "Do I want to find a place to hide?"

Chen Yuanyuan was also thinking in her heart: If Yiwu was defeated, we would definitely be involved. At that time, we would have to knock Yi Yun out and then break out of the siege with him on his back. He can't die yet.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but there was no fear on Chen Dacheng's face. He actually gave up the advantage of the city gate and wall and shouted: "Kaicheng, let's go out to drive away the salt bandits and defend the Yinshan."

It turned out that Yiwu City was small, but it was located at the foot of Babao Yinshan Mountain. If they did not go out of the city to meet the enemy, Shi Wenliu's salt bandits could completely bypass the city and go directly to Yinshan Mountain. At that time, the precious Yinshan Mountain would fall into the hands of the enemy.

"Gagaha..." The old city gate slowly opened. At this moment, a cold wind suddenly swept through the sky, and the snow fell down...

"Huh? It's snowing!" Yi Yun Daqi, although it's winter now, he didn't expect it to snow. Jiangnan is already warm and snowy, and Dameng Country is full of deserts. It's a bit weird when it snows in this desert.

On the small hillside outside the city, a middle-aged man who was dressed in five or six people and looked like a bad guy laughed and said, "Chen Dacheng, I told you to hand over the silver mountain obediently, but you refused to hand over. Today I brought soldiers to level your broken city. All the women in the city were brought to my brothers for fun, hahahaha."

Well, bad guys always have such lines, lacking novelty!

Chen Dacheng ignored him, raised the Park knife in his hand, and shouted: "Friends, rush!"

With a strange cry, more than 4,000 Yiwu villagers with combat professions rushed out of the city, waving various farm tools, like a dense forest in the heavy snow.

The battle was extremely tragic at the beginning, yes, it can only be described as tragic!

Although the Yiwu people lack weapons and lack training, their innate fighting spirit is really terrifying. The Yiwu soldiers rushing in the front row can be described as looking at death as if they were back. Facing the weapons of the salt bandits, they rushed up without hesitation and fought with the other party with the farm tools in their hands.

Blood flew everywhere, and the Yiwu people in the front row were killed and injured. The difference between not having good equipment and having good equipment was instantly reflected. The lid of the pot could not block the opponent's steel gun, and the cutting board was irresistible. It didn't hurt to hit the enemy, but the enemy's steel knife flew up with blood.

Yi Yun couldn't help but close his eyes. The scene was too miserable.

But when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the Yiwu people were not frightened by the initial casualties, but instead killed them bravely. On the contrary, the salt bandits were a little shaken, because they found that the Yiwu people in front of them were not humans at all, and they all looked like monsters than monsters. Who is so unafraid of death?

A Yiwu man fell down, and the second Yiwu man rushed up. The lid of the pot could not block the enemy's weapons, so he blocked it with his chest. The feces would not hurt the enemy. He hit it with his elbow, push it with his knees, bumped his head, and bite it with his teeth...

It doesn’t matter if you break your hand, you can still kick your feet, you can still bite your teeth. If you fall down with your whole body, you can still stare at the enemy with your eyes...

This is simply a terrifying will!

After more than 4,000 Yiwu soldiers with professions rushed up, more Yiwu people without professions rushed up. Most of these people were women and children, and some of them even had no weapons.

When the man of his family died, the woman picked up the hoe that he fell to the ground, swung forward and hit the salt bandit. If the woman died, her son picked up the hoe and continued to attack. If the son was dead, he would still have a daughter, pick up the hoe and continue to fight.

The Yiwu people's fierce fighting style swept across the hillside in an instant!

Yi Yun rubbed his eyes and looked at the Shura scene in disbelief. He saw the legion of villagers and women rushing forward like the waves of the sea. Shi Wenliu and his salt bandits were stunned. In just one cup of tea, they collapsed so much that they could no longer gather in a team.

Then, the scattered salt bandits were crushed by the Yiwu army, and the red flesh spread out on the hillside, dyed with rocks, and the bright beauty that could not be concealed by heavy snow... The government was incredibly troubled, and Shi Wenliu, a big salt merchant who was spread all over the country, was so scattered that he could not find his bones.
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