Guo Dajing forced out the rude guy and cast his hopeful eyes on Zhao Qingshan.
Zhao Qingshan rolled his eyes, and finally stood up and said: "There used to be a dozen Jurchens in the manor. Yesterday, Dajing killed two of them, and today they killed six more. There are not many left."
After a pause, Zhao Qingshan simply poured the beans into the bamboo tube and said everything. He knew that this was what Guo Dajing meant, so that everyone would have more confidence in escaping.
"Dongjiang Army, Marshal Mao's people." Chen Youshan nodded repeatedly and said, "With him leading the way, this matter will be a little more profitable."
Turning to look at Guo Dajing, Chen Youshan asked: "Dajing, how many people are you going to take to the manor to grab food? Although there are not many Jurchens left, they are not that easy to deal with. The key is that there are castles or manors around, the news
If it is leaked, other Jurchens will come."
Guo Dajing pondered for a moment, took out the dagger from his sleeve, squatted down, and started carving on the snow.
Guo Dajing drew the main road, the manor, and even the general layout of the manor.
He looked up at everyone, patted his chest hard, and drew a line on the manor with his dagger. Then, he drew a line across the road outside the manor, and pointed at Zhao Qingshan, Chen Sanxiang and others.
Chen Youshan is indeed a well-educated person. He quickly understood what Guo Dajing meant and said tentatively: "You want to enter the manor alone and attack the Jurchens? Zhao Qingshan and the others will ambush on the road and intercept and kill the missed ones?"
Guo Dajing nodded vigorously and smiled, showing his confidence.
"On paper, it's easy to say..." Harsh objections rang out, but were immediately interrupted by Guo Dajing's fierce eyes.
"Happy - go - don't go." Guo Dajing narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at another person with different opinions.
Zhao Qingshan's eyes were cold, scanning the crowd, observing their expressions, and trying to figure out their thoughts.
Chen Youshan lowered his eyes and thought for a long time. When he raised his head again, his eyes shone with light and he said in a deep voice: "Okay, that's it. The left and right are trying to survive in death. If you try hard, there is still hope. If you don't fight, you will be waiting for death."
His eyes were firm as he scanned the crowd and said: "Even if this thing doesn't happen, everyone knows in their hearts that when spring comes and there are wild vegetables to eat in the mountains, how many people will be left. I've had enough of living on my last breath.
.Which of you wants to continue, do it yourself."
With that said, he didn't wait for everyone to express their opinions, and then said to Chen Sanxiang: "Go and inform the villagers from house to house that there is no way to survive this life of death. If you are willing to fight, then follow Dajing, return to your hometown first, and then go to the Dongjiang River."
Army, go find Marshal Mao."
Chen Sanxiang was happy, turned around and left, not forgetting to smile and bow his hand to Guo Dajing.
In response to this kind gesture, Guo Dajing smiled and returned the favor.
"Let's go if you want to. Don't force yourself if you don't want to." Zhao Qingshan said with a cold face: "But if anyone wants to cause trouble, don't blame me and Dajing for being ruthless. Just kill them anyway."
It was a good threat, and it was what I wanted to say. Guo Dajing cooperated tacitly, pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, and glanced at everyone coldly.
"Don't worry, Qingshan!" A middle-aged man said with a cupped hand: "The Jianlu were brutal, and no family had relatives or friends who died at the hands of the Jianlu. No matter what, I would never do anything unconscionable and inform."
Seeing that the middle-aged man spoke sincerely, Zhao Qingshan nodded gently, and Guo Dajing's eyes softened a little.
"Then we will go back and prepare. If we need people, you can choose them." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he nodded and smiled at Zhao Qingshan and Guo Dajing, then turned around and left.
Everyone was either scared or helpless. Some said a few words to express their stance, while others just cupped their hands and dispersed.
Guo Dajing pointed to the door of the room, cupped his hands towards Chen Youshan and said, "Please."
"Go without worry!" Chen Youshan said with a smile: "If you succeed over there, everything will be easy to say here."
Guo Dajing nodded vigorously, knowing that this was the truth.
Sister Li Xiu is okay for the time being, but the failure of her action is not a disaster, it is just a few more days of survival.
When he and Zhao Qingshan returned to the village, they saw Chen Sihe approaching. He was holding a scimitar in his hand. Not far away were Aha who was tied together and two villagers who were guarding them.
After all, there were still a few men with lingering blood in their bodies. Guo Dajing was pleased with this and smiled kindly at Chen Sihe.
"Brother Dajing is a real man." Chen Sihe extended his thumb and expressed sincere admiration. "They are even more skilled. Killing prisoners is like killing chickens and dogs. I was dumbfounded."
Guo Dajing saw the broken kitchen knife on Chen Sihe's waist. Regardless of whether he exposed it intentionally or not, he still thanked those who helped him repeatedly.
Chen Sihe felt embarrassed, he laughed and scratched his head, and said: "This, I just threw it away casually, trying to do a little favor. Brother Dajing is too polite."
Guo Dajing patted his shoulder vigorously, and then extended his hands to the two young men not far away to express his gratitude.
"I'll go find Zhou Qing." Zhao Qingshan suddenly suggested and said: "He is a small flag officer after all and has seen battles. Besides, there are not many people we can trust. With him here, he can shake up the situation."
Guo Dajing thought it made sense, pointed to the war horse tied to the tree, and said: "Ride the horse."
Zhao Qingshan nodded and did not dare to delay for a while. He untied his horse, got up and galloped towards the mountains.
………………….
Zhao Qingshan and Zhou Qing came back very quickly, which was beyond Guo Dajing's expectation.
It turned out that Zhou Qing did not stay in the hiding place honestly. He was "thief-minded" and thought that he would not make any achievements after coming out and would not look good when he returned, so he thought of going to the village to "incite".
Even if the villagers cannot be persuaded to "rebel" right away, developing a few informants will still be useful in the future.
In this way, he and Zhao Qingshan met halfway and returned to the village together.
Obviously, Zhou Qing was dubious about what Zhao Qingshan said on the road.
He was very aware of Jiannu's bravery. Although Guo Dajing or Zhao Qingshan killed two of them yesterday, he did not witness the process with his own eyes. Judging from the scars on Jiannu's body, he guessed that it was a sneak attack with a bow and arrow weapon.
But today, Zhao Qingshan told him that Guo Dajing fought one against six and killed them all. How could it not shock him and make him unbelievable?
However, when he saw with his own eyes the corpses of the six Jian slaves, as well as the captured horses and weapons, he had to believe that this was the truth.
Of course, he did not believe all of Zhao Qingshan's description.
In his guess, the main force fighting Jianlu might be Guo Dajing, but it was impossible for him to be alone as Zhao Qingshan said.
It should be that the villagers rose up and had been premeditated and prepared. The explosion suddenly exploded and killed Jianlu by surprise. The victory was achieved by relying on more and less, prepared and unprepared.