Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 201 Just How Much Does Luo Yuheng Dote on Song Yan? (4000 words)
Just as her face was about to slam into the water below, the woman was surprised to find that her body was suspended in mid-air, like a swing, and no matter how close the water got, she could never touch it.

A tremendous force came from my waist.

The woman was somewhat bewildered. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs a couple of times. Under the silvery moonlight, her current appearance was clearly reflected on the water, like a little turtle whose shell had been grabbed, struggling with its limbs unwillingly.

……

forest.

A cold wind rustled through the air.

Several horse-drawn carriages were hidden in the woods. If it were spring or summer, the scenery would be quite pleasant, but unfortunately it was early winter, and all that could be seen was a desolate scene.

A hundred or so guards gathered around several bonfires, whispering among themselves.

A wooden stick was placed over the fire, with chunks of meat, such as wild boar legs, skewered on it. The flames sizzled as the meat was roasted, producing a sizzling sound as the fat seeped into the skin. Although there were few seasonings, the aroma was irresistible.

At this stage, the meat isn't allowed to cook completely inside and out. Because the heat is difficult to control, by the time the inside is cooked, the outside is mostly charred.

Therefore, when these guards saw the surface of the meat turn golden brown, they would slice it off with a knife, even if the other side was still a little raw. They would dip it in coarse salt and stuff it into their mouths, chewing it heartily, regardless of the heat.

The meat inside was exposed and continued to be smoked and roasted by the firewood.

Wild boar, when prepared properly, tastes quite delicious.

However, these soldiers didn't have the finesse for such preparations. They would simply bleed, skin, and remove the internal organs, and that was it. The wild boar meat would have a strong earthy taste, but the slices were still quite delicious. After all, in those days, having a bite of meat was a rare treat, and there weren't many opportunities to be picky.

Song Yan followed suit and ate a piece, but found that her throat tasted a mixture of earthy and bloody flavors, which was unbearable.

Occasionally, one could hear the low murmurs of some soldiers in black armor:

"Tell me, what kind of terrible idea did the strategist come up with? They're just six hundred bandits, why do they have to resort to trickery? We have over a thousand brothers, I refuse to believe we can't wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

"We can push, but with our equipment, we can't run fast. The general wants a complete annihilation. You'll have to chase after us then."

"Go ahead and chase them. At worst, we'll catch them all the way to their mountain stronghold. I've heard that these bandit leaders always like to kidnap pretty women to be their wives. Hehe, maybe we can even bring one back."

"Tsk, you really aren't picky..."

"What do you mean I'm picky? He's just a common soldier, why would I have such high standards? As long as he's a woman and can carve out a baby, that's fine..."

Song Yan shook his head: "What do you mean by 'chise'?"

"Hehe, we're not like the general. We're uneducated and don't know any fancy words." The soldier scratched his head and smiled憨厚ly. "In our village, we call it 'piling.'"

Song Yan's lips twitched. "Pile driving?"
This word does fit.

“If you don’t have high demands for women, you can go to the White Sugar Workshop. There are more than a thousand women there who were rescued from the Japanese pirates before.” Song Yan smiled: “But you can’t force them. You have to get their consent first.”

In this era, the constraints on chastity were not so extreme. Things like chastity arches had not yet appeared. Widows who had lost their husbands, divorced women, women who had reformed from prostitution, and even women who had been abducted by bandits and raped could mostly find new partners.

But... it's unacceptable for a married woman to have affairs and then be kicked out of her husband's family. Unless she's exceptionally beautiful, very few people would want her. They're probably all afraid of ending up like her ex-husband, being cuckolded. Even if someone does take her in, she'll most likely be locked up in the inner quarters and never have the chance to leave the house again.

A group of soldiers became interested, rubbing their hands together in anticipation, and even began discussing what kind of woman would be more suitable to marry.

In the end, a unified answer was reached.

Having a big butt is better.

After all, the idea that having a big butt means you can have a son is a universally acknowledged truth in this day and age.

Song Yan smiled. This kind of perception had no scientific basis, but he was too lazy to refute it. Just as everyone was making a fuss, suddenly, ripples appeared on the surface of the water inside the helmet used to hold the water.

"not good."

Beside Song Yan, Ma Han was the most vigilant. His expression changed, and he suddenly stood up from the ground, looking around.

All that could be seen was a cloud of dust rising from the jungle along the official road, and a dense mass of men with weapons and fierce faces emerged from the darkness, forming a fan-shaped semi-encirclement in the blink of an eye, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The leader was none other than the big boss of Qinglong Mountain. From a distance, one could see the guards gathered together, roasting meat and laughing. Xue Long cursed inwardly, "I'm feeding mosquitoes in the forest, while you guys are having a good time."

I was taken aback when I saw the guards dressed in black armor.

These were not ordinary guards; they were more like real soldiers.

Princess Luo Yuheng truly dotes on this son-in-law, even going so far as to send soldiers from the Japanese pirate defense army to escort him... Xue Long even suspected that there might be some forbidden, illicit love between Princess Luo Yuheng and her son-in-law Song Yan.

Although they engaged in robbery, arson, murder, and looting, committing all sorts of evil deeds.

He would never hesitate to behead someone, and when he boasted to his men, he was the best in the world. But Xue Long was not so blinded by his own boasts that he could not make sense. He knew that if it was just his men, they would not be enough to face a hundred regular soldiers.

However, I have six hundred brothers on my side.

They had an overwhelming numerical advantage, so thinking about it that way, I wasn't so worried anymore, and I burst into wild laughter:
"Hahahahaha..."

"Robbery! Men stand on the right, women on the left, and those who are neither male nor female in the middle. Hurry up and hand over your silver. We're here to kill for money."

A loud voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Hearing these robbery slogans, Song Yan's forehead was covered in black lines. They wanted to kill him for money?
Now that these words have been said, who would obediently hand over their money?
Even the soldiers who were not very educated and had not read many books had their faces turn red as they struggled to suppress their laughter.

Of course, some people were not so polite and burst out laughing.

Xue Long was stunned. He scratched his head and looked suspiciously at the target who was now surrounded. He didn't understand what was going on with these people. Didn't they realize they were surrounded?

How can you still laugh?

They have six hundred brothers on their side.

Six against one, so what if you're wearing heavy armor?

His gaze swept over a group of heavily armored soldiers and quickly found his real target: Song Yan, the boy who was only a teenager.

"You must be Song Yan?"

"Let me tell you, you're our target today!" Xue Long's mind was clearly not processing much, but he continued shouting according to the pre-arranged plan: "You don't want these guards behind you to lose their lives because of you, do you?"

Song Yan had initially suspected that Song Zhe and Yang Ming were behind these assassins. But now, he began to wonder if it was Xiao Rizi's revenge. He pursed his lips and sized up Xue Long's figure: "You must be Xue Long from Qinglong Mountain, right?"

"You know what? You shouldn't have laughed like that just now!" Xue Long was stunned, not understanding what Song Yan meant.

"You should laugh like that, that's how a villain should laugh."

Xue Long imagined himself looking like that, and felt a bit silly. His expression darkened, and he felt that Song Yan was deliberately making fun of him.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands: "Alright, now put down your weapons and surrender, you are surrounded."

What?
A group of bandits wondered if they had misheard.

Are you kidding me? Is this guy out of his mind?

In this situation, can't you tell who is surrounding whom?
Xue Long had always felt that he wasn't very bright, but now he had regained his confidence and felt that compared to Song Yan, he was already quite good.

He scratched his hair with rough fingers: "You want us to lay down our weapons and surrender?"

"Correct."

"You're saying you've surrounded us?"

"Correct."

With a chuckle, Xue Long couldn't help but burst out laughing: "One hundred men surrounding six hundred of us?"

Boom boom boom boom...

The moment the sound faded, a muffled roar echoed through the woods, and a large group of bandits looked behind them.

The next instant, all the bandits, including Xue Long, turned deathly pale.

Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

In the once empty forest, figures had appeared at some point, and under the moonlight, the black armor on each figure could be clearly seen.

They were soldiers prepared to defend against Japanese pirates.

Looking at those densely packed figures, damn it, just how much does Luo Yuheng dote on Song Yan? Just how many guards has he arranged for this son-in-law?

several hundred?

Even thousands?
Xue Long could barely manage to deal with 100 Japanese soldiers and 600 bandits, but dealing with a regular army that outnumbered him was practically suicide.
These bandits relied on their sheer numbers. Now that their biggest advantage was gone, facing the menacing Japanese soldiers, they felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively looked to their sides, seemingly searching for an escape route. But on both sides, countless heavily armored soldiers had also appeared. Together with Song Yan's group, they had formed a perfect encirclement, completely sealing off the area without leaving any gaps.

Xue Long looked at Song Yan, and in an instant, the arrogance and mockery on his face vanished completely, replaced by a fawning smile, and even his eyes became exceptionally clear.
"Brother, would you believe me if I said I mistook you for someone else?"

He hated those two masked men to death. They had tricked him to death. They had agreed that there would be no more than two hundred guards, but there were more than a thousand!

Even Song Yan was quite impressed by how quickly this person could change their expression.

However, compared to his previous unruly appearance, Song Yan still preferred him.

Song Yan didn't care about all that: "Alright, enough with the nonsense. Tell me, who sent you to deal with me?"

“Two men!” Xue Long betrayed his employer without the slightest hesitation. He was just a bandit and had no concept of loyalty or righteousness: “One was around twenty years old, and the other was twenty-five or twenty-six. Judging from their clothes, they should be of noble status. They were wearing masks, so we don’t know what they looked like.”

"Neither of them introduced themselves, but judging from their accents, they seemed to be from Dongling."

Like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, Xue Long immediately revealed everything he knew without Song Yan even needing to press him.

Song Yan and Liu Yisheng exchanged a glance, both confirming each other's thoughts: gender, age, noble status, Dongling accent... it was undoubtedly Song Zhe and Yang Ming.

Although Song Zhe was from Ningping County, he was quite ashamed of his Ningping origins. Since going to Dongling, he deliberately imitated the Dongling accent, and even when he went home to visit his relatives, he spoke in the Dongling accent.

As expected, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

Even the Yang family itself is cautious and wouldn't dare to do something without absolute certainty, but the two young men wanted to do it, so they did it.

"He gave each of our families 50,000 silver notes. If you spare us, we are willing to give this money as a tribute to you, sir," Xue Long said with a fawning smile.

Fifty thousand taels of silver.

He was still very distressed.

I've been a bandit for over ten years, and I've never saved up this much money.

But compared to money, one's own life is more important.

Song Yan, who was deep in thought, did not reply.

Xue Long didn't dare to urge them. His gaze wandered unconsciously, and then he saw a group of heavily armored soldiers around him. Good heavens, they even had face shields on their faces. It seemed that only their nostrils, mouths and eyes were visible on their entire bodies.

He suddenly realized that, let alone a thousand heavily armored soldiers, he might not be able to defeat even a hundred of them.

Moreover, is there really a person inside that heavy armor?
Those pairs of scarlet, excited eyes were like those of wolves in the mountains.

He could even hear a faint, clattering sound.

A chill ran down Xue Long’s spine… Those gazes made his scalp tingle. Seeing that Song Yan hadn’t said anything yet, he felt that Song Yan seemed to be dissatisfied with the money he had given him. He swallowed hard and quickly added, “By the way, sir, we’ve also tied up a woman here.”

"A woman?" Song Yan asked habitually, snapping out of her daze.

Xue Long was overjoyed, thinking that this time he should be able to secure the deal, and hurriedly nodded: "Yes, a woman, just tied up by the river, very beautiful, I guarantee that you won't find many women more beautiful than her in Songzhou Prefecture."

"If the master is willing to spare our lives, we will offer this woman with both hands."

On the banks of the Yi-Luo River?

very beautiful?
Song Yan frowned, as if he had suddenly thought of something: "Ma Han, take two men and bring that woman over."

Ma Han nodded, then led two heavily armored soldiers and a bandit into the depths of the mountains.

About half an hour later, with the sound of footsteps, several figures appeared in front of everyone. When Song Yan saw the woman surrounded by three heavily armored soldiers, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second, he raised his arm:
"Save them all, kill them all!"

(End of this chapter)