As soon as the bandit retreated, the morale of the people in the chariot formation rose sharply. Many people passed the excitement just now, and when they saw the corpses and blood on the ground, they suddenly felt nauseous, and some people vomited it out on the spot.

Zhao Yan frowned slightly, resisted not to look at the corpses on the ground, and tried his best to ignore the bloody ground. While observing the bandits in the distance, he said to Zhao Quan: "Count the heads and give the reward silver."

"Yes, young master." Zhao Quan led his men to pry open the wooden box on a large cart, and a box of silver suddenly appeared inside, which seemed dazzling in the sun.

The heads of the bandits on the ground were cut off one by one, and even a scramble broke out in the convoy. Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Zhao Quan hurriedly led his servants to fight the coachman and refugees who were snatching their heads.

The coachman and the refugees looked at the silver in the box and were ready to move. They held the heads in their hands and wanted to go forward to reward them, but some people started to make a fuss on the spot.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yan pushed away the crowd and asked in a deep voice at the people in front of him.

"Boss, I obviously killed two bandits, but the bandit's head was snatched away by others." A strong coachman shouted loudly.

"Boss, I have two thieves' heads, come and receive the reward..."

"The boss..."

There were chaos and noisy.

Zhao Yan's face was gloomy. The army that was piled up with silver was indeed unreliable. Strictly speaking, the people in front of him could not be called the army.

"Give me peace of mind." Zhao Yan shouted loudly, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Zhao Yan pointed to the corpses of the bandits on the ground and said loudly: "No matter who killed me, I don't know who killed me. Who can tell me clearly in this chaos army. But it is the credit of everyone that we can fight off the attack of the bandits. I, Zhao Yan, will not give up a penny of the silver that should be rewarded, but if I tell me who deserves it, I can't tell me clearly."

"What the boss said is reasonable, how should we share the money according to the boss's meaning?" asked a coachman.

"Since everyone has made contributions, we will all share them with everyone, count the robber's corpses, and a strong man in green came forward to receive the reward." Zhao Yan shouted, taking a method that was not a solution.

This method has indeed calmed down the situation. Who among the chaotic troops can tell who killed the bandits? Some bandits were beaten to death by sticks, and who was on the head?

Everyone had to accept the facts and went forward to collect them and rewarded them all.

If you want to use the head to remember merit on the battlefield, you need a well-organized army to be assigned to each battalion and corps according to your performance, and then lower-level officers will report merit to the subordinates and allocate the head. Obviously, Zhao Yan's convoy does not have this function.

After calculation, a total of 800 beheaded at the level was rewarded with a total of more than 4,000 taels of silver. Apart from the elderly and weak among the refugees gathered in the convoy, there were more than 3,000 young and strong people, each of whom was rewarded with one tael and three cents of silver.

Most people still look happy when they receive the money, and only some are not so happy, but they are not in a bad mood. After all, they also get the money.

"Do you still want to make money?" Zhao Yan stood at a high place and asked loudly to everyone in the car array.

"I want." Everyone replied loudly.

"Everyone has seen that the bandits are just a group of mobs. As long as we charge, they will immediately be defeated and flee." Zhao Yan said confidently.

"Removing the cart of red cloth," Zhao Yan said to Zhao Quan.

"Young Master..." Zhao Quan was about to say something, but Zhao Yan waved his hand and interrupted him.

Zhao Quan had no choice but to take the red cloth from the car. Zhao Yan tore off a piece of red cloth and tied it to his forehead, and said, "Everyone took a red cloth and tied it to his head."

Everyone didn't know why, so they followed suit and quickly pulled the dozens of red cloth into strips, and tied each of them to their foreheads.

"Pick up your weapons." Zhao Yan shouted, and people picked up their weapons one after another.

"The red cloth on the head is all comrades-in-arms, and those without red cloth on the head are all thieves. Next, I will take you out and defeat the mobs. Next, I will no longer claim the merits of killing the enemy. If one captive is rewarded with three taels of silver, the dead will still give 300 taels of silver, and will send three dou of rice and grain to the three old and mistresses in the family every month." Zhao Yan shouted, "If you are afraid of the former, you should be killed without mercy. It is a man's, so I will kill you with me."

"Everyone kills me." Zhao Yan took the lead in rushing out of the car formation. The Zhao family's servants hurriedly followed, and the coachman behind and the gathered refugees also rushed out.

"Kill~!" Like a flood that was coming out of the gate, three thousand young and strong men followed Zhao Yan's footsteps and rushed out of the car formation, and their morale was rising and they rushed towards the bandit army.

Three thousand people, most of them were in a mob, and they were against eight thousand bandits.

The bandit army looked at the army that rushed out of the chariot formation and was immediately in chaos. However, the leader of the bandit was overjoyed. The caravan actually left the chariot formation and fought with them in the field. There were more than 8,000 people, and the number was twice that of the other party, so he quickly ordered a fight.

The chaotic quickly subsided among the bandits, and the chaos rushed towards him with shouts.

Zhao Yan's palm was sweating, and knew that the critical moment had come, so he quickly shouted: "The government army has arrived, and those who kneel down to surrender are exempted from death."

"The official army has arrived, those who kneel down and surrender will not die." The servants beside Zhao Yan shouted, their voices unevenly.

"The official army has arrived, those who kneel down and surrender will not die."...

The shouts were yelling over and over again, the more neat the shouts became, the louder the more they were, and the thunderous they spread throughout the bandits.

"Ah! The official army is here to pull us!"

"No, the official army is here to pull it~!"

"Oh my God, the government army is here, run away!"...

The momentum of the bandits' rushing was only stagnant. When the hungry people who reacted, when they heard the arrival of the government army, many turned around and ran away.

The originally aggressive bandit army was immediately chaotic by the fleeing hungry people, and it quickly spread to other hungry people like a plague.

"Kill~!" Zhao Yan shouted and rushed into the thief army.

The thieves were in chaos, and everyone had no intention of fighting. Zhao Yan and his servants immediately tore a big hole open. The coachman and the refugees rushed behind were overjoyed to the scene and joined the battle group.

It's going to be bad!

The thief leader realized that something was wrong as soon as he heard the shout. Although his team was large in number, 99% were hungry people. What could these hungry people understand? His thoughts also contained fear of the court.

Before we could refute the rumors, the two sides had already fought each other. The bandits, which were already in chaos, were even more in chaos. When the hungry people in the bandits saw that the situation was wrong, they turned around and ran away. However, there were people behind them and they couldn't escape for a while, so they greeted the messy weapons in their hands to the friendly troops behind, who told them to block my way?

Even if some bandits wanted to fight, they were still scrambled by the defeated army and had to join the sequence of defeat, and they could not stop any effective blocking.

The collapse was like a flood, and almost within a moment, the defeat of the bandit army swept across the entire army like a flood, and its momentum became increasingly fierce without control.

However, Zhao Yan's mobs are getting more and more courageous. Who can't fight in the wind? Just hit the enemy hard and solve the problem, and there is no need to be afraid of being attacked.

The more you fight, the more you fight, the more you fight, the more you fight, the more you fight, the more you fight.

Defeated! Unexpectedly, the bandit army has no chance of turning the tables.

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Power outage today...
Chapter completed!