253 Let's have a group wipe
Ming Wanli asked the people who came last night to take turns to eat and rest in the house, and he did not dare to withdraw everyone at once.
He ate something casually and then took Ping An to check the route.
There is only one small path in the village, and there is no road to the back mountain. If you really want to find a way to get to the main road, it is impossible. In the end, it is just this mountain owned by the Tibetans.
This mountain is also called Xiaoshuangfeng Mountain. It is a flat mountain. Villagers usually collect firewood here. Their land is at the foot of the mountain. It is safe here and no paddy fields can be seen.
It should be true that when you are poor, you will try to change your ways. But you can't harm anyone. From what the village chief said, all the lone people they had robbed were given mute drugs and sold off. From what he said, it's good enough that no one was killed.
Little did Ping An know that after hearing what he said, he really wanted to kill them all. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that now that he had passed the Minglu. He was so angry that he had no place to vent.
It's truly a wicked village.
Ping An made some moves on the mountain path where he was most likely to come from. Ming Wanli just saw him moving here and there, occasionally calculating on the ground, but he finished one in just a quarter of an hour.
He was happy in his heart, because this was his little master. The more powerful the little master was, the better.
But he was secretly envious in his heart. He had lived for more than thirty years, and had spent more than twenty of those years diligently learning various skills. He didn't know how much hardship he had endured to achieve the position of the eldest son's right-hand man.
Young Master Ping An is only one month away from turning twelve. Not only is he skilled in medicine, he also got second place in the imperial examination. Now he also knows formations. Being skilled is different from being proficient. He is clearly proficient in this.
This makes them unable to deal with themselves. People can never be compared with each other.
"Uncle Ming, these two roads are fine. Look, this path leads directly to the mountains. If they are really the Mongols, Gyeongju is still two states away from the border. It will take ten days for a carriage to get there. If we go through the mountains, how long will it take?"
"I don't know about that, and I don't have time to check it now. If there is really a road here that leads directly to the Mongols, it would be a big deal. Let's go over there."
The two of them worked for an hour, and the twenty people here had finished their breakfast. One team went into the house to rest, while the other team continued to ambush.
Ping'an didn't plan to go out and suffer by himself. Ming Wanli was tired after a whole night, and there would be a fierce battle tonight, so he just found a place to sleep. Even if he only slept for an hour, he would feel much better at night.
Ping'an went to the back of the village alone and took a look around. It was indeed impossible for anyone to come from the back mountain. This place was only a mountain away from the official road. It was impossible to cross mountains and ridges just to get to the official road, right?
How conspicuous would it be if we took more than a hundred people with us? We couldn't poison them all and make them mute, which would be even more conspicuous. Besides, a doctor who poisoned and mute people would be worthless. If we took this route, we would only be able to take away the most capable people, and kill the rest.
I guess this is impossible. Doctors are most needed in war, and foreigners will not be willing to kill the doctors they have. So we can only take the small path near the village.
Ping An kept looking around and actually found several cellars. The nine families had hidden a lot of grain, and he even found a lot of silver. These should all be ownerless.
Then he will give some of the rewards to their own people later. As for the yamen runners, forget it. Since they ambushed people this time, the government will reward them.
He found a torn foreskin to put these things in, and then stuffed them under the carriage stool cabinet he brought. These were real silver, and he said that what he found before were just odds and ends.
Ming Wanli didn't know any of this, and even if he did he would just laugh it off. Even when soldiers fight, they have to collect some spoils, right?
It's nothing.
After mid-afternoon, Ming Wanli had arranged the troops in place and even left someone behind to light a fire in the kitchen at dusk, otherwise those people might notice something was wrong and fall into the encirclement.
Ping An was originally the one who started the fire, but after thinking about it he decided to decline Uncle Ming's kindness, because with outsiders present, he could only set up a not-so-powerful formation. Once the people became confused, he still wanted to capture them alive as much as possible, so he had to use medicine.
He is the best at using medicine here. Ruyi is much worse than him. He has to take the terrain and wind speed into consideration, so as not to make his own family members sick before making others sick.
Ming Wanli thought so too, but asked to follow him, while Lin Feng followed his master directly. Erqiang rolled his eyes and had to follow Lin Feng.
Time passed little by little, and everyone became anxious.
Just as dusk was deepening, two people appeared on the path on the southern slope of the mountain, hiding in plain sight. If Ping An hadn't been paying attention, they would never have seen them.
The two men walked as close to the branches beside the path as possible, occasionally squatting down to rest. They found that there was indeed nothing wrong and smoke was still coming out of several chimneys in the village, so one of them ran back.
This is to go back and call people.
really.
A quarter of an hour later, a small group of people came from the trail, about a dozen or so. When these people walked into the encirclement set up by Ping An and his men, Ming Wanli shot the first arrow. As agreed beforehand, they would try not to shoot at vital points. Their arrows had been soaked in anesthetics by Ping An during the day. Once they were hit, their bodies would become numb in a short while until they lost the ability to fight back.
When these people saw several of their companions fell, some of them immediately ran back. The returning route had been blocked by Erqiang and his men. They ran to both sides, but there was no way to get in. They kept turning around in the same place. Soon, everyone was hit by arrows.
Erqiang and his men rushed forward and took away the weapons of these people. These weapons were very good. Ping'an said that if they were not specifically required to be handed over, they could keep them for their own use. Of course, they didn't want the ones with special marks, as taking them would only cause trouble in the future.
But these people’s wallets can be searched.
Ping An also searched a purse that was suspected to be the leader's. The purse was light and when he squeezed it, he actually found some silver bills.
Almost in an instant, all the weapons and wallets on these people were confiscated by Ping'an's men. The ten yamen runners did not say a word. Anesthetics also cost money, not to mention that these people saved their own lives.
If you are lucky enough to survive and have made great contributions behind the eldest son's men, you will have money in the future and maybe even a promotion. That is the real benefit.
These people are not going to the downtown area, how much money can they carry? They can't spend the money they carry. Even if they are given these weapons, they have to hand them over. Weapons are used to beat people. Those who are capable should do more work. If they really carry them with them, they may be in danger in the future.
That's really not worth it.
When the yamen runners thought about it this way, they all smiled with relief.
Erqiang and his men quickly tied up these people. They counted them and found that there were fifteen of them, which was quite a lot.
"Let's go back."
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An hour later, there were more than a dozen people in the backyard of the inn. The innkeeper thought that it would be better for these people to stay safe, so he simply put them in an empty cellar in the backyard. It was okay for them to suffer a little, as long as they were not killed.
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