In this Yao family's stronghold, the Ming army settled down to rest. Unfortunately, Wang Xiyuan's condition gradually improved. After one month, Dakui could already walk on the ground, but he could not do it if he exerted force.
On this day, everyone gathered in Dazhai Square. Panbu ordered someone to set up a table and drink fruit and fragrant tea. Everyone sat around to discuss the future itinerary.
Dakui first said in front of everyone: "The Yao family's stronghold here cannot be left without an owner for a day. From now on, Panbu will stay at home and lead the villagers to farm, work and recuperate."
When Pan Bu heard this, he immediately stood up and said in a loud voice: "I wonder why my adoptive father called everyone to gather today. It turned out that he wanted to leave me." As he said this, he walked aside and started to sulk. The children of the Yao family are hard-working and kind-hearted.
Dazhai here is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Compared with the outside world, this place is no different from a paradise. But after following Dakui for a long time, he has already become accustomed to the bloody and bloody wandering in the rivers and lakes. When he heard Dakui shouting
Naturally, he was unwilling to stay at home and be the leader of the village.
Dakui chuckled and said: "You are such an adult, why are you still childish?"
Panbu turned around and walked up to Dakui and said urgently: "The leader of the village can give it to others, but the adoptive father cannot leave me."
"I haven't finished speaking yet, please be patient for a moment." Dakui then said the second thing: "The rest of the people are either colleagues or subordinates, and their actions are all business. But Brother Meng and I have a close relationship.
We traveled all over the country and traveled north and south together, and even got seriously injured trying to Pan Bu."
After he finished speaking, Meng Ge sat aside, shaking his head and sighing: "I, Meng Ge, hit it off with you, sir. How come you are so outspoken? Is it possible that Sir Zhang doesn't treat you as a friend?"
Dakui did not answer, but smiled and said: "I have obtained a treasure from the Yunnan delegation. I will give this to Brother Meng today." As he said this, Dakui picked up a baggage from under the table. Many people recognized this baggage.
, but it was Dakui who had always hung it on the saddle. When he came out of Zhongqing City, this baggage was beside Dakui. Dakui carried it with him wherever he went, and he didn't know what it was.
Dakui put the bundle on the table and slowly opened it. Everyone saw that there were two long wooden boxes inside, one big and one small. But from the outside, they looked exquisitely made, and the contents inside must have been extremely valuable.
Dakui picked up the wooden box below and put it in front of Meng Ge and said, "Brother Meng, please don't shirk it. Please accept it."
Meng Ge didn't know why, so he reached out and gently opened the wooden box. When he saw it, he immediately stood up with a cry. How could he not recognize the Yin Yang Blood Blade, one of the three most precious treasures in the world? He didn't recognize this thing.
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"This...this...this can't be done." Meng Ge was speechless and started to stutter, feeling restless and confused.
Dakui laughed and said: "Brother Meng, please don't refuse. These two knives are useless to me, and they are like adding wings to a tiger in Brother Meng's hands. These knives should belong to Brother Meng."
Meng Ge took a step back and bowed deeply to Dakui: "A wise brother shows kindness, but a foolish brother never forgets."
Dakui didn't get up, but he said jokingly: "My ribs are broken. I don't dare to move them around. Brother Meng, please forgive me." As he said this, he stretched out his hand to show support.
Meng Ge walked back to the table and sat down. He opened the wooden box again with trembling hands, took out the two knives and looked at them carefully. The red light flowed in the box, but the light was much dimmed. Even so, these two knives
It looked as if it had just been forged in the furnace. Everyone couldn't help but whisper to each other about what kind of knife it was.
Dakui didn't say anything, picked up another box and pushed it in front of Wang Xiyuan and said, "I'll give this to Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang doesn't know martial arts, so he has the right to use this thing for self-defense."
Seeing Meng Ge's double swords, Wang Xiyuan knew in his heart that the contents of the box were extraordinary. That's what Dakui said. Wang Xiyuan took the box and said, "Master Zhang, thank you for your trouble." He reached out and opened the box.
A pair of exquisite muskets came into view. Wang Xiyuan held one in each hand and couldn't help but admired: "What a gun."
Hearing this, Dakui couldn't help asking: "Does Mr. Wang recognize this thing?"
Wang Xiyuan chuckled and said, "I know." After saying that, he put down his two guns and took out the gunpowder and steel balls from the box. Dakui thought he would load the guns, but Wang Xiyuan took out several small copper tubes from the box.
Come on, the copper pipe is about two inches long and about the thickness of your finger. Wang Xiyuan picked up a copper pipe and said, "This is a bullet. Because the gun has a mother bullet and a bullet, it is called a bullet." He picked up a gun and didn't know how.
Oh, the gun actually broke.
Wang Xiyuan picked up the bullet and stuffed it into the barrel of the gun, then shook his right hand. The broken gun body closed again with a 'click'.
"I've heard for a long time that Mr. Zhang has the unique skill of flying rocks. Do you want to give it a try?" Wang Xiyuan laughed and challenged.
Dakui was a little curious and immediately asked: "How to compare?"
Wang Xiyuan pointed to a large water tank a hundred steps away from here and said: "Let's use that big tank as a target. Not only do we have to hit it, we also need to see how powerful it is?" After hearing this, Da Kui looked at the water tank and felt even more excited.
Out of curiosity. The muskets he had seen had a range of only three hundred steps, and they were still long guns. Wang Xiyuan was holding a short gun, and a hundred steps was the limit. How could he shoot two hundred steps?
Let's give it a try for the time being. Da Kui picked up two stones from the ground, both of which were fist-sized. He bumped them in his hands and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try with you." Da Kui had two techniques for flying stones.
The first one is the 'swinging' technique. This technique is precise but not very far-reaching. Thirty steps is the limit. It can be hit at fifty steps, but it is like scratching an itch and not hurting anyone. There is another technique called
The "raised hand strike" is just like an ordinary person throwing a stone. Although the force is strong, the accuracy is not what people expect. As long as Da Kui can practice this, the accuracy of the raised hand strike will also be extraordinary.
In this competition, Dakui wanted to see the power of the musket, so he didn't care too much.
"Master Zhang, please invite me first." Wang Xiyuan extended his hand to invite me.
Dakui was not polite. He walked around the table and walked a few steps quickly. He yelled "Hey", twisted his body and raised his hand to throw the stone. The stone turned into an arc in the air with a loud roar, and hit the hundred people accurately.
The big vat was intact, but even so, it attracted everyone's amazement. You must know that throwing stones requires strength and skill, but ordinary people can throw them fifty steps away.
The limit, let alone a hundred steps?
After Da Kui threw a stone, his body was injured, and he broke into a cold sweat from the pain. When Wang Xiyuan saw Da Kui's face full of pain, he quickly came to help him and accused him. Wang Xiyuan and Pan Bu helped Da Kui sit back at the table.
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Although Dakui frowned in pain, he still did not forget about the competition and immediately said: "Master Wang, please let me see the power of this musket."
Wang Xiyuan chuckled and turned around, reached out and picked up the loaded musket from the table, slowly raised the gun and aimed it at the water tank a hundred steps away, and lightly pulled the trigger. There was a loud 'pop' sound, and the gun was pointed at the water tank a hundred steps away.
The water tank suddenly had a hole as big as a bowl, and the water in the tank gushed out and flowed all over the floor. No one expected that a musket could be so powerful, and everyone present was stunned.
"How can Mr. Wang be so proficient with muskets?" Dakui asked in confusion.
Wang Xiyuan smiled slightly and said: "Wang's family has been in officialdom for several generations. My ancestor was a co-president of the Xuanzheng Yuan of the Yuan Dynasty, and my father once translated history for the Zongqi Academy. In the early years when the Yuan Dynasty was at its peak, people from all over the world came to worship here.
At that time, Wang first experienced the power of a musket. During this period, my father was fortunate enough to meet overseas guests and received a short gun as a gift. I used to play with it when I was young, so I know how to use this musket." As he spoke, Wang Xiyuan stretched out his hand to caress it.
The gun body said: "This musket is a top-grade gun. Its power and range are more than double that of ordinary muskets. It is truly a treasure."
Dakui nodded when he heard the words and said: "It turns out there is such a saying. Since it is something that Mr. Wang is familiar with, it seems that it is sent to the right person." After speaking, Dakui said softly: "This is not a place where we will stay for a long time. There have been many factions in the past few days.
People go out to inquire for information. If Shunyuan is still heavily guarded, we will have no choice but to go north in three days."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Wang Xiyuan continued: "We must make preparations early and leave here as soon as possible."
At this moment, a fast horse rushed into the stronghold, but it was a soldier on guard. The soldier jumped off the horse and ran quickly in front of everyone, reporting hurriedly: "Two adults, the Yuan soldiers are heading towards the stronghold."
Come, it is roughly estimated that there are two thousand troops." Hearing this sentence, everyone present could not help but be shocked.
Dakui suddenly stood up and asked, "How far away is Yuan Bing from here?"
The soldier reported: "Now we have passed Pingba and are less than twenty miles away from Dazhai."
Dakui immediately ordered: "Order all sentinels to withdraw." The soldiers received the order, turned around and ran away. Dakui continued to everyone, "Pack your bags quickly and prepare to leave here."
All the subordinates accepted the order in unison and separated to prepare to go.
Dakui turned around and faced Panjiao again: "You quickly gather the villagers and hide in the mountains. If the Yuan soldiers cannot catch us, they will definitely vent their anger on Dazhai."
Pan Bu nodded, but then said: "Not only is there a stronghold of my Yao family, but also a stronghold of the Buyi and Miao people. If the Yuan soldiers dare to mess around, they will definitely arouse public anger."
Dakui sighed: "You can't take risks, because people's lives are at stake. Go and get ready." As he said that, Dakui walked towards the main building where he lived.
During a cup of tea, more than 300 soldiers of the Ming army had gathered in Dazhai Square. Dakui stood in front of the crowd and said loudly: "The Yuan soldiers are close at hand. We need to evacuate this place as soon as possible. The way back.
You are bound to go through many twists and turns, so you need to be prepared." As he said this, he looked around at the Yao family's stronghold. The square was surrounded by villagers sending each other off.
Da Kui couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, but he still shouted: "Mount your horse and let's go."
The Ming troops each mounted their horses, guarding Wang Xiyuan in the center. Da Kui was the first to whip his horse and lead out of Dazhai, followed by more than 300 Ming troops. There was a sound of hooves, dust was flying, and the team was bathed in a bloody sunset and headed north.