Zhou Qingfeng was out of money.
After buying the Traction Catalog, he was only left with ten taels of silver. With this little amount of money, he had to pretend to be rich. He took out two taels of silver as a reception fee and treated the two men to a good meal. He really did not know that he had casually invited two guys who used to be bandits. After the discussion and sending them away, he was quite scared.
But now there was no turning back …
After a round of encouragement, Wang and Zhang temporarily became the two heads of Zhou Qingfeng's underlings. The next day after the plan was made, the two families brought a dozen or so disciples to see Zhou Qingfeng, the "Boss". The younger ones were in their teens, while the older ones were in their thirties. When they saw that their "Boss" was a brat who was still wet behind the ears, most of them were unconvinced. Some even laughed at him.
Image, image was very important!
Zhou Qingfeng had to forcefully maintain this aura. He definitely could not let others look down on him. He was the "Boss", not a brat. In this situation, it was useless to rely on the words of the two leaders. He had to show a certain level of ability himself. Casting a small fireball, throwing a small lightning, these were all unnecessary. He gritted his teeth and took out all the money he had left to improve everyone's meals.
"Auntie Zhang."
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Go buy two stones of rice. I want the people who join us to have three meals a day from today onwards. Meat for every meal, and enough to eat."
"Wang Kunpeng."
"Yes."
"Everyone doesn't have any suitable weapons. Go and order fourteen spearheads, one for each person."
Improving the meals would naturally win people's hearts. For the villagers who could only eat two meals a day and had to eat sweet potatoes with millet from time to time, this was a rare good treatment. Plus, there was meat to eat. This was a treatment that could only be enjoyed during festivals. Just based on this meal, the dozen or so people who joined immediately felt relieved — the "Boss" was young, but he was not stingy at all.
As for weapons, the spear was the cheapest. A spear head was at most two catties of wrought iron, which did not cost much. As for the spear shaft, don't count on the pewter pole. Just use a tree pole that's just right for the time being. Four meters long is enough. A dozen or so people could equip their weapons by themselves.
However, as the saying goes, 'carrot and stick'. After receiving the best food and drinks, Zhou Qingfeng made a move that no one else had seen before. He gathered more than a dozen people in his yard and lined them up. Then, he pointed the sharp tip of the spear at each of his men's faces and asked them how they felt. It was like a new recruit joining the army, and the old squad leader was holding a bright bayonet to intimidate them.
In the long history of evolution, humans had a natural fear of sharp objects. This was an instinctive reaction that could not be avoided and could only be restrained. When the spearhead approached their faces, even Wang and Zhang, the two small leaders, jumped in fright. Their other subordinates all had goosebumps and their legs went soft. Yan Zhong's mind would go blank. He would either become stupid or run away.
Under such circumstances, Zhou Qingfeng was still asking about their feelings in a stern voice. No one could finish their sentence. Quite a few of them stammered and groaned in shock. Two of them even took large strides back and turned around to escape.
"Not bad, better than I thought. Those who can stand straight when the spear approaches are courageous. Forget about the two who retreated. Let them have a good meal and send them on their way. "Zhou Qingfeng, who was 1.3 meters tall, carried a spear and paced back and forth in front of his team. His dozen or so subordinates were sweating profusely and scared out of their wits. They looked at him as if he was a monster.
When Zhou Qingfeng finished speaking, Uncle Zhang, one of the small leaders, realized that Zhou Qingfeng was training the team's courage. He looked at the excited faces of his sons and nephews, and thought to himself, "Amazing, amazing. The First Master is really amazing.
In the past, when the horse bandits recruited people, they would have to fight it out before they knew if the newbie was good or not. They would even have to prove their loyalty. Because some people boast that they are stronger than everyone else, but when they go on stage, their legs go soft. 'The First Master's method of training courage with the spear tip is really a small skill but a great knowledge. It is truly amazing. In the future, when I recruit people, I will also use this method to choose people. "
The other small leader, Uncle Wang, was so angry that his face was ugly. The two people behind him were his nephews. Although the Wang and Zhang families were relatives, when the dozen or so of their nephews gathered together, they would inevitably compete in the dark. Everyone competed with their strength and appetite, but most importantly, they competed with their courage.
Although the seven or eight people of the Zhang family were all pale and sweating profusely, none of them retreated. At this moment, they were all happy that they had passed the test. Instead, it was the two fellows from the Wang family who retreated who lost the face of the family. Seeing their flustered looks, the remaining people of the Wang family hated them to death.
When the two who retreated regained their senses, their faces were also pale. They quickly understood what had just happened. Just by looking at the expressions of the brothers around them, they knew that if they were really chased away, not only would it leave a stain on their reputation, the Wang family would also not be able to raise their heads in front of the Zhang family in the future.
The small leader, Uncle Wang, was so angry that he went crazy. He found a wooden stick and beat the two retreating nephews with all his might. The two who were beaten could only silently endure, not daring to make a sound. After the beating, Uncle Wang led the two to kneel in front of Zhou Qingfeng. "Head shopkeeper, I beg you to show mercy. Don't chase these two brats away."
Zhou Qingfeng pulled a wooden armchair and sat in his courtyard. He unhurriedly said, "Uncle Wang, you also know why we gathered all these people. If they turn around and run when they see the soldiers, how will we lead this team? If they don't work for this bowl of rice, then don't force them. Let them go home to farm and watch over their wives and children. That way, they can still keep their lives. "
These words were said calmly, but the faces of the Wang family members were all flustered. This was even more uncomfortable than pointing at their noses and scolding them for having no balls. The remaining nephews also followed suit and knelt down. They were all begging Zhou Qingfeng to be lenient this time and not to chase their brothers away.
Seeing the miserable appearance of the Wang family, the people of the Zhang family were somewhat rejoicing in their misfortune, but they also had a lingering fear. They thought, 'Fortunately, I held on just now. Otherwise, I would be the one kneeling on the ground and losing face.'
Uncle Wang hatefully swore, "Head shopkeeper, I, Old Wang, used to fight outside the wall to earn money. I know that the rules set by the leader must be obeyed. Otherwise, the subordinates will be disloyal and disloyal. But today, can you give me face and let them stay? When the time comes to fight, I will guard behind them. If they are still timid, I can recognize them as relatives, but I don't recognize the steel saber in my hand. "
Seeing a group of people begging him, Zhou Qingfeng's heart was blooming with joy.
With a flip of his palm, he could summon clouds and rain. With just a little trick, he could make a group of unruly Liaodong men bow their heads and listen to him. He thought, 'Who told you to look down on me when you first came? Who told you to eat my food while slandering me behind my back? You're not men, only children. Now that your reputation and status have to depend on my face, you should at least be a little more obedient. '
"Uncle Wang, I naturally have to give you face." Zhou Qingfeng personally helped his subordinate leader up. "This is also my fault. I let my brothers go to the killing field without any training. It's human nature to be afraid.
But if you want to earn money, you have to fight with your lives. If I, the head of the group, didn't treat you harshly, I would actually be harming you. Today's matter is my fault for not making it clear in advance. It won't happen again. Get up. It doesn't matter if you lose face today. I look forward to you earning it back in the future. "
You have to thank me for slapping and kneading me twice. '
Uncle Wang got up from the ground. He felt that he had enough face and felt better. The rest of the people also swore that they would listen to the head of the group. If anyone dared to disobey, they would chop him. Even the Zhang family looked at Zhou Qingfeng with disdain. They no longer dared to treat Zhou Qingfeng as a little kid.
As the saying went, 'Sharpening a spear at the last moment, even if it's not fast, it's still bright.' After a series of kneading and kneading, the group's cohesiveness and core leadership were established. Zhou Qingfeng's words were naturally effective. But in just two days, the remaining ten taels of silver had all been spent. His original plan to train more naturally fell through. He couldn't wait to pull the group out to test their sharpness.
The dozen or so people in the group were also in high spirits. When Zhou Qingfeng gave the order, they began to move. Before they set off, the two leaders even asked Zhou Qingfeng why they didn't act at night. Wang and Zhang felt that it was safer to act at night.
Zhou Qingfeng retorted, "It's dark. The people from the Zhao temple are asleep. But they will definitely arrange for people to stand guard at night. They will be on high alert and will wake up at the slightest movement. Also, when it's dark, can you control these dozen or so people? When that time comes, you won't be able to see your fingers in front of you. How can you fight? The group will be separated halfway.
Listen to me. We can kill the Zhao temple's people in the daytime. We can catch them off guard and kill them all. We still have a whole day to raid the Zhao temple's house. Even if things don't go well, it will be convenient to retreat. After all, who would think that we would kill people so early in the morning? I bet the Zhao temple's people will pee in their pants when they see us being so ruthless. "
Hahaha …. Zhou Qingfeng's few words of encouragement had stimulated the morale of everyone in the group to the peak. When everything was ready, Zhou Qingfeng distributed the spears that were stored in the farmers' houses outside the city. Everyone wrapped their faces with scarves and went out in unison.
Although the messy group was not very orderly, although the untrained subordinates could only compete in morale, although it was Zhou Qingfeng's first time commanding this kind of 'black eat black' operation. But once the whole group moved, they carried a strong and fearless aura — — because Uncle Zhou had no money. Was there anything scarier than being poor?
"Young master, young master, what do I do?" Wang Kunpeng, the weak scholar, was also a member of the Wang family. He followed along during the operation to ask for a job.
"You …? You keep watch. "Zhou Qingfeng said casually.
Wang Kunpeng immediately begged, "Young master, give me a spear. I will fight with you, otherwise my brothers in the family will laugh at me. "
In the group, the Wang family's people were indeed laughing. It was human nature to despise the weak. Zhou Qingfeng did not care about Wang Kunpeng's face and flatly refused, "Don't think that keeping watch is not important. When we fight, a few enemies may leak out. If the Zhao temple's people bring reinforcements, someone has to warn us. You have to keep a close watch on the road to Fu Shun City. "
After saying that, Zhou Qingfeng chose an observation post for Wang Kunpeng on a tree by the side of the road. He forced him to climb up and watch the surroundings. At this time, the whole 'black eat black' team was less than two hundred meters away from the Dragon King Temple. They could see the temple walls and the spire of the Dragon King Temple in front of them. After opening the 'Heavenly Eye', there was a layer of faint purple light covering it.
"Leaders Wang and Zhang."
"Yes."
"Divide the troops. Eight people to a team. I will personally lead a team to kill our way in from the back door. Once we meet an enemy and attract their attention, I will let someone blow the horn. You will rush in from the front door and attack from the front and back with me. We will kill them until their blood flows like a river. "
"Roger."
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