Chapter 227: Officials Don’t Serve the People

"Hurry up, come on." A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar said as he retreated, looking for a place to escape.

He looked at the people opposite him, his heart filled with fear. Where did these elite soldiers come from? Each of them was an excellent archer selected from hundreds of miles away.

Just now, I thought it was one of our own people coming back, but after entering the mountain village I realized it was the enemy. However, it was too late, as the opponents were all good archers.

They, the Northern Yan, were Hu people, good at horseback riding. However, facing this group of elite soldiers, they could not shoot arrows at all, and even if they did, they would have no power, unlike the enemy, who all had amazing arm strength.

The most surprising one was the one in the lead. He didn't shoot a single arrow, but his huge figure pretending to be a ghost also shot an arrow. Every arrow hit its target. The third brother was killed instantly, if it weren't for his cleverness.

He knew that the stronghold was going to be destroyed, but he also believed that someone would avenge the stronghold. The boss was a member of the Northern Yan royal family. This time, he just came here to rotate and gather some information. If the news of his death was passed back, Dongyang Prefecture would be attacked.

It's not that a royal family can cause a war between two countries, but now, Northern Yan is fighting for the crown prince, and the world knows it. It has become clear that in order to prevent other countries from taking advantage of the situation and to reduce domestic pressure, they have to use foreign troops. Now, the death of a royal family has accelerated the process.

The second in command even had some suspicion that the person against him might be another big family in Beiyan, who deliberately framed him, saying on the surface that it was the prefect of Dongyang Prefecture.

While he was thinking, an arrow came towards him. He dodged it, then his body shook. Behind the arrow, another arrow was already coming towards his chest. He pointed at Shen Qingzhou, spitting blood and fell to the ground.

"The second in command is dead."

With the death of the second in command and the destruction of Swallow Stronghold, Shen Qingzhou sat in the Juyi Hall, waiting for others to search. The soldiers were all very excited. This time, they actually relied on these one hundred people to directly break through the number one stronghold of Dongyang Prefecture, which had more than 1,700 people.

Of course, Shen Qingzhou played a great role in this. First, he defeated the big boss, then he wore the opposite side's armor and sneaked into the mountain stronghold. Most importantly, his swordsmanship was as good as a god, and the three big bosses all died in his hands.

What surprised everyone the most was, of course, that under the prefect's encouragement, everyone felt that their archery skills had improved, but the prefect said that this was his own skill.

Shen Qingzhou felt that there was no need to hide it anymore. In this world, there were various martial arts, such as the palm technique that could burn anyone with the slightest contact, and the black crystal sword that could conjure up a phantom. His was just a bigger scene.

As his talent deepened, he felt that when he wrote poetry now, this adult figure gradually became more solid.

He had a guess that one day, he would be able to fully manifest himself with his own archery skills. He knew how powerful he was. If he took action himself, even a grandmaster would not dare to take an arrow easily, let alone in this world where there was probably no grandmaster.

He actually tried to concentrate himself, but even if he exhausted all his talent, he could only concentrate half of it. He could continue it, and this was the only poem that could be written separately, but it could not be completed in one go. He could not appear at all, and the most he could do was to catch the god.

When they returned to Dongyang Prefecture, they naturally shocked the group of soldiers guarding the city. Everyone spread the word that the prefect personally led the team to defeat the Dongyang bandit leader Yan Zizhai.

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Northern Yan.

"My dear Yun'er, I will report to the court and destroy Dongyang Prefecture. I will not put down my sword for ten days to avenge Yun'er."

The news of Murong Yun's death was reported back, and there was no way to stop it. The second in command used all the communication channels at once.

At present, Liang State still does not know that a noble from Northern Yan died in Dongyang Prefecture, but Northern Yan has already seized the opportunity and is eager to try. However, the Jiangzuo League received some information, but is also waiting and watching.

In Dongyang Prefecture, after Shen Qingzhou led his team to defeat Yanzi Village, he established his prestige. Many people were trying to figure out how he did it. With an enemy force that outnumbered seventeen people and the other side also occupying a natural barrier, they had to figure it out.

Therefore, the news spread in an exaggerated way, saying that the prefect had the help of gods and men who were fighting with him as if they were assisted by gods.

The more false the news was, the more frightened many people became. It was not because they believed what others said, but because they were afraid that the prefect had some hidden power.

"This time, you have wiped out Erlong Mountain. I congratulate you for your achievement." Zhang Sanbao, the young man who followed Shen Qingzhou on the last expedition, was in direct charge of the government army with the support of Shen Qingzhou because they defeated the bandits in Yanzi Mountain.

"I obey your command. I will not let Lord Shen worry. Let's go." This time, he brought more than 700 people to wipe out the bandits.

Zhang Sanbao led his men away. Shen Qingzhou felt his talent being consumed from time to time. This was the limit. Yes, he had already used the powerful army poem "Capture the King" on these more than 700 people. As for how far they could go, it depended on themselves.

This kind of strong army poetry can be used continuously, but it will consume one's own talent. Fortunately, he now has more than 6,000 points. As long as he does not fight all the time, he can afford it. Clearing Yanzi Mountain will bring him more than 1,000 points. This also makes him want to clear the entire Dongyang Prefecture even more.

Three days later.

"Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission. The bandit leader Wu Xinghua, the Poison Dragon, has been killed." Zhang Sanbao knelt on the ground, extremely excited.

However, as he handed over the token in his hand, he felt his own weakness. In fact, the token didn't matter. It was Shen Qingzhou who took back the effect of the Strengthening Army Poem now.

This time, when they were running outside, Shen Qingzhou felt very tired. He was also weak due to the consumption of talent, and it was still not enough. However, now, he has gained more than a hundred talents.

"Sir Shen, these are the supplies for clearing out the enemy." Several people nearby brought documents to report their gains to Shen Qingzhou.

There must be gold, silver and treasures in the mountain stronghold. This time, he is not as generous as in his previous life. He could take some for himself if he made contributions. This is not a very just thing. Therefore, he wants to spend the money in an open way.

"Rescue the women, and send money to those who want to return home. Those who don't want to return home will be arranged to work in the Shen and Zhang families' businesses.

For brothers who died, the pension will be doubled, and the remaining money will be invested in the construction of the prefecture. I want Dongyang Prefecture to become the richest, most commercial, and most equitable business center in the world." Shen Qingzhou said.

"Yes."

Zhang Sanbao received two hundred taels of silver. Some things cannot be taken privately, but can be given openly and clearly.

Next, Zhang Sanbao led his brothers to wipe out the mountain bandits in Dongyang Prefecture. In the process, they also took down many county magistrates. Many of them were in collusion with each other. To Shen Qingzhou, there was only one word for them: death.

The entire Dongyang Prefecture has entered an era of high pressure. Officials are all in danger, but the happiness of the people and merchants feels that this is pretty good.

If an official does not serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. Ever since Shen Qingzhou said this, it has become a popular saying in Dongyang Prefecture.

(End of this chapter)