Water Margin: I am Zhu Biao

Chapter 115 If something like this happens, try to say so sooner next time.

puff!

Kongming had just been awakened by the pain, his heavy eyelids not yet fully open, when he suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"Uh, uh~"

A large amount of black blood gushed from his mouth. He turned his head with difficulty, but before he could see who it was, everything went black and he lost consciousness.

After ravaging White Tiger Mountain for years, the hairy-headed star Kongming, hated by gods and ghosts, was killed by Zhu Biao with a single spear thrust in his own mountain stronghold without uttering a sound.

laugh!

Zhu Biao withdrew his spear, and Kong Ming, along with his burly henchman carrying him, silently collapsed to the ground. That spear had pierced right through them.

He glanced coldly at Kong Ming, who lay on the ground convulsing, curled his lip in contempt, and shouted, "Kong Liang! Your brother is dead, where are you going?"

Upon hearing this, Kong Liang suddenly stopped and slowly turned around.

At this moment, the henchmen near the back door had either been slaughtered or scattered and fled. Kong Liang only had two people left by his side, and they were not his usual trusted confidants.

She was so frightened that she didn't even dare to run away, but instinctively stayed close to the second-in-command.

His confidants, along with all the capable and ruthless bandits, almost all died drunk in the Hall of Righteousness.

He had recently caught a cold and was taking medicine, which was why he hadn't drunk any alcohol. He had only escaped the "poisoned wine," but he couldn't escape Zhu Biao's relentless pursuit.

"Who are you? Why did you destroy my White Tiger Stronghold?"

Kong Liang's eyes were bloodshot, staring venomously at Zhu Biao, his voice hoarse as if a vengeful ghost was howling.

Zhu Biao scoffed coldly.

"Go down and ask the King of Hell."

Crack! Kong Liang gritted his teeth, then raised the knife in his hand and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"If you're a man with a hole in your head, do you dare to fight me?"

Swish!

Just as Zhu Biao was about to step forward with his spear, a figure like a fierce tiger pounced past him, and at the same time, he heard Wu Song's low shout.

"You think you're worthy? Grandpa'll teach you a lesson!"

Ugh!

Before he could finish speaking, the heavy hammer whistled as it was thrown from his hand, aiming straight for Kong Liang's face.

Wu Song had just figured out this move, and today was the first time he had actually used it in a real battle, yet it seemed as if he had practiced it countless times, and he had mastered it to perfection.

I have to admit, he is truly a martial arts prodigy!

Seeing the heavy hammer coming at him, Kong Liang quickly stepped back and used his sword to block it.

Clang!

Although he barely managed to withstand the heavy hammer, the blade bent, his hand snapped, and he lost his footing, stumbling backward.

Before he could react, Wu Song was already in front of him and kicked him.

In his haste, Kong Liang could only swing his curved blade downwards.

Unexpectedly, Wu Song's kick was a feint. He quickly dropped down to avoid the curved blade, and then used the momentum to raise his other knee and thrust it forward.

Bang!

Kong Liang was pressed firmly against his chest, causing him to lean backward.

Wu Song did not stop. Just then, he retrieved the heavy hammer from his hand, took a step forward, twisted his wrist, and the heavy hammer flew out again.

Boom!

Before Kong Liang could fall to the ground, he was hit on the head with a thud!

He crashed heavily to the ground, his entire face caved in, utterly dead.

"Hmph, so full of yourself, I thought you had some skill, but is that all you've got?"

Wu Song withdrew his heavy hammer, casually shook off the bloodstains and brain matter on it, and said disdainfully.

"Sigh~"

Zhu Biao suddenly sighed.

"Second brother, you're too quick! This guy's head is worth five hundred strings of cash as a reward in Qingzhou Prefecture!"

"what?"

Wu Song scratched his head in surprise, then stammered, "Sanlang, if there's such a thing, try to say it earlier next time."

"Kneel down and you won't be killed!"

At this moment, the angry roars led by Luan Tingyu and Lin Chong could be heard continuously from the front, and the sounds of fighting gradually subsided.

Zhu Biao breathed a long sigh of relief. The outcome was decided; they had won!

It was the fifth watch of the night, the sky was just before dawn.

The fire at Juyitang has been extinguished, but the entire front hall has been reduced to ashes. More than a hundred henchmen suffocated by the thick smoke and were burned to death.

During this time, some people were awakened by the thick smoke and braved the sea of ​​fire to run out of the front door, only to be picked off one by one by Luan Qiutang and his archer cavalry.

They weren't stupid; they simply had nowhere to escape. After eliminating the Kong brothers, Zhu Biao immediately sealed off the back door.

At this moment, in the open space in front of the Hall of Righteousness, more than two hundred henchmen who had miraculously escaped with their lives were squatting in a large group, trembling.

"Two died, three were crippled, and nine were injured, but fortunately they were all minor injuries and will recover with rest."

Upon hearing Luan Tingyu's quiet report of the battle losses, Zhu Biao nodded silently.

This was to be expected, and he was mentally prepared for it. No matter how meticulous the plan was, it was impossible to achieve zero casualties.

After all, they were fighting against bandits who outnumbered them several times over. These were living, breathing people, mostly young and strong, and armed with weapons.

The casualties are even fewer than Zhu Biao had anticipated, but when faced with the reality, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

The saying "A kind heart cannot command an army" sounds simple, but it is as difficult as climbing to the heavens in practice.

"Master, take good care of the bodies of the fallen brothers and look after the wounded as well."

"Here you go!"

Luan Tingyu had just responded and was about to turn around.

"Third Brother!"

Just then, Pang Qiutang rushed over, her lips pressed tightly together, her eyes red and flashing with a fierce light.

Zhu Biao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went to greet him: "What's wrong?"

She gritted her teeth and said resentfully, "There's a shed in the back, and you're locked up inside. You should go and see for yourself."

Right next to the back mountain, there was a shed. When Zhu Biao walked in, he was instantly stunned.

Dozens of women were huddled inside the room, thin and filthy, most of them disheveled, with unkempt clothes, and some even with their breasts exposed.

Their eyes held nothing but fear, emptiness, and numbness; the sense of human shame was on the verge of disappearing.

"They are village prostitutes; every mountain village has them."

Luan Tingyu appeared behind Zhu Biao and said softly.

Zhu Biao exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly walked out of the shed. Pang Qiutang immediately came over and pointed to a henchman at the door whose genitals had been shot through and whose eyes were missing.

"Third Brother, I've found out. They were all innocent women who were abducted to the mountain!"

Zhu Biao nodded and turned to Luan Tingyu.

"Master, in the past, if the imperial army swept through the mountain strongholds, how were they dealt with?"

Luan Tingyu remained silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Leave some food for them, and let them fend for themselves."

"Third Brother!"

Pang Qiutang cried out urgently, her voice trembling with excitement.

Zhu Biao patted her shoulder, signaling her to calm down: "First, get them some food, give them a quick wash, then find some warm clothes and blankets to dress them properly. We'll take them down the mountain at dawn!"

"Yes, sir! Long live Third Brother!"

Upon hearing this, Pang Qiutang became excited, jumped three feet high, and rushed off to get busy.

"Sanlang, isn't this approach a bit hasty?"

Luan Tingyu frowned, his tone somewhat grave.

"These village prostitutes are truly pitiful, but they can no longer go home, and they are half-human, half-ghost. Even if they regain their senses, they will never be able to marry again and will only become a burden?"

Zhu Biao picked up where he left off, then changed the subject: "Master, don't worry, I've already made a plan. They won't be a burden; in fact, they'll become a powerful tool in our hands in the future."

Although Luan Tingyu didn't understand what was going on, he didn't ask any more questions.

"Alright, I believe Sanlang has a brilliant plan. In that case, I'll go and take care of the wounded."

"Young Master!"

Not long after he left, Su Fang came running over again and whispered in Zhu Biao's ear.

"Found it."

The little guy had a ring of sweat on his forehead and his voice trembled slightly. Zhu Biao glared at him with annoyance.

"Look at you, so pathetic. Tell me, how much do you have?"

After the war, Su Fang, Zhu San, Zhu Wu, and a few of their close associates were given a rather special assignment.

Inventory, loot, and register the spoils.

The White Tiger Stronghold has very little wealth that is openly displayed.

The granary was full of old grain and miscellaneous grains, with only about two hundred shi (a unit of dry measure). The treasury was in the back hall of Juyi Hall, and the total value of silver and other items was only about two thousand guan (another unit of dry measure).

Zhu Biao, of course, did not believe it and immediately ordered Su Fang and the others to search Kong Ming and Kong Liang's rooms, with a focus on finding the secret room.

Su Fang steadied himself and counted on his fingers: "One hundred and seventy-five taels of gold, more than three thousand six hundred taels of silver, at least eight thousand strings of copper coins, and a lot of raw silk, jade, jewelry, and furs."

"So many?"

Zhu Biao was also shocked by the number, his eyes widening suddenly.

A rough calculation shows it already exceeds 20,000 strings of cash, which is more than his entire fortune! Damn it! Do bandits make money like this?

"Exactly, more than enough, young master, we're rich!"

Su Fang's face was flushed, and her eyes were shining.

Although he was mature beyond his years and quick-witted, he was still just a child and had never seen so much wealth.

Seeing his simple and honest appearance, Zhu Biao couldn't help but smile, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a little.

We have won this battle!

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