"Do you know me?" An Xin saw the bandit leader's eyes flickering, obviously something was wrong, so he asked.
“I don’t know him.”
"Do you think I believe it?" An Xin raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the bandit leader's bleeding arm. "Do you want me to give you another blow?"
When the bandit leader saw An Xin still smiling in this situation, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
To be able to show such an expression in such a situation, anyone with a little bit of common sense, regardless of whether they are knowledgeable or not, can feel that the woman in front of them is a ruthless person.
"There are portraits of your escaped exiles on the city walls."
"I'll give you one more chance," An Xin still had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Think about it and tell the truth."
The bandit leader didn't understand how An Xin knew he was not telling the truth.
And on the city wall there were indeed portraits of the heads of a group of escaped exiled prisoners including An Xin.
"ah."
When the bandit leader saw the sword light falling, he subconsciously dodged to the side.
He looked down in horror and saw a second wound on the same spot on his arm, which was even bloodier.
Only then did he realize how terrifying the woman in front of him was and how precise her swordsmanship was.
"I...I said."
"That's all." An Xin shook the blood beads on the sword, his eyes indifferent.
The bandit leader took a step back, away from the demon in front of him, and then spoke: "It seems that several groups of people on the road have received a large sum of money, and someone wants to buy your life."
"oh."
After the bandit leader finished speaking, he saw that An Xin was not surprised at all when he heard the news. He just said "oh" faintly, and he felt even worse.
Everyone in the underworld knows that the more money is spent on buying someone's life, the fewer of them are simple people.
Thinking of his beautiful wife in the city, he didn't want to die here since he was not a real bandit.
I wanted to escape immediately.
He was killed with one sword by the elite soldier who had been following An Xin.
An Xin was indifferent to this, because he knew that some of these people were not real bandits at all, and what these people were arranged to do was to rob passing merchants and nearby residents.
You don't need a high IQ or high martial arts skills.
The people behind the scenes will not assign truly capable and competent people to do these things.
It is normal for the bandit leader who was arranged in this position to behave cowardly and fearfully just now.
Among these people, most of the lower-level ones are bandits left over from the past, and most of the small leaders are the people behind the scenes, who were assigned here after these mountains were taken down.
These people usually had large numbers and would burn, kill and loot passing merchants and civilians. But when they were faced with truly trained elite soldiers, they could only be hacked to death one by one.
The bandit leaders of Qitianling and Dupangshan learned that the Yuechengling stronghold in the middle had been attacked by a group of unknown people.
Thinking of their common master behind the scenes, if they knew that something happened in Yuechengling Stronghold at this time, and they chose to watch the fire from the other side of the river and do nothing, they would probably not be able to escape the blame in the end.
The bandit leaders stationed on the mountains on both sides, whether they were willing or not, finally chose to bring their men to assist the bandits on Yuechengling.
This happened to be the time when An Xin arranged Feng Yujue and Fang Qingping to be in the ambush circle between the two mountains.
The elite are the elite, and each of these people has amazing fighting power.
Three swords and two moves caused heads to roll all over the mountains.
For a moment, there was a clash of swords and weapons between the three connected mountains, and the sounds of killing rang out everywhere. The whole mountain was filled with the screams of the bandits being hacked to death.
An Xin is a martial arts expert with amazing eyesight.
He jumped onto a tall tree, facing the cold wind of the southern winter, and looked at the battle situation below the mountain with a smile on his face and cold eyes.
"Sir, we have found the cave where the bandits hid their food."
At this time, someone walked down the tree to report.
An Xin jumped down and asked, "How much food is there?"
The person who reported it said, "About 10,000 shi."
An Xin felt that these bandits had robbed almost all of the new grain that the people had just harvested. Even if the bandits from the five hills had robbed more than that on average.
The food that was supposed to be looted at the beginning may have already been taken away.
"Send some people down the mountain and have the villagers bring back the food that was stolen from their village as soon as possible before daybreak."
An Xin knew that most of the village heads and village heads who were called that day were leaders of villages close to the mountains over there. Because this place was far away, Village Head Hu and his men were not very familiar with it.
6◇9◇Book◇Bar
There were only five or six village heads or lichangs here. Village head Hu used to come into contact with them often when he went to the government office to do business. He thought they were good people, so he called them over.
But no matter how many there are, since she said she would help them take back the stolen food, she had to keep her promise.
The villagers waiting at the foot of the mountain originally heard the faint sounds of fighting coming from the mountain, and some of the timid ones suggested going back.
The village chief and the head of their village said lightly that they would not stop anyone from going back, but after the lady succeeded in suppressing the bandits, those who left at this time would not be able to be stopped from receiving food.
Shortly after midnight, when the villagers who were anxiously waiting for news really saw someone coming down to pick them up, saying that they could take back the food that had been stolen from their village.
Almost all the villagers were so excited that they wanted to cry.
It seems that all of their families now live on wild vegetables dried in the summer and some grains grown in the fields.
They didn't have enough food to eat all day and it was common for them to suffer from hunger and cold.
The adults were fine, but some of the elderly and children could not bear it, and there were deaths in every village.
The villagers sniffed, held back the tears, and pushed the wheelbarrows up the mountain with difficulty to transport grain.
When the village chief and Zhengli saw An Xin at the entrance of the grain cave, they knelt down with everyone to thank her for her great kindness.
An Xin saw so many people coming here, it was obvious that there were more than five or six villages.
"Everyone, get up."
"There is no need to measure. I believe you all know how much food has been stolen from your village."
An elderly village chief or lizheng stepped forward and assured, "Sir, we can't say that we have moved really well, but we will definitely not exceed or fall short by much."
"Well, go ahead and get the food." An Xin: "For the time being, you guys just pull the food back, and try not to spread the news, otherwise if it's stolen again, no one will take it back for you."
"Yes, yes, yes. I will remember your words and take good care of the people in the village and stop them from talking nonsense."
An Xin waved his hand.
The people were also anxious to transport the grain without stopping. They hurried into the cave full of grain and moved it to the wheelbarrow parked halfway up the mountain.
It was originally thought that five or six villages would not be able to divide up all the food, but unexpectedly, these village heads and village heads called in the leaders of the villages that were robbed and were related to them.
After explaining the situation to An Xin, and with her consent, he began to move back the stolen food from his village.