Reborn as the Blissful Wife in the countryside-Chapter 1080: My Wife

"Defying orders in battle leads to execution without pardon. I won’t protect you; if you want to live, go back to General Guo yourself," Qin San Lang said and shouted out the door, "Bring in Fan Tu, Xiao Youzi, and Chang Laoer."

A squad of soldiers promptly brought in Fan Tu, Xiao Youzi, and Chang Laoer, all bound tightly. "Company Commander Qin, the people have been brought," they said.

Qin San Lang turned around, grabbed Xiao Youzi, and threw him in front of Zhong Yu. He ripped open Xiao Youzi’s clothing at the waist and pointed to a scar on his side. "Do you know what this scar represents?"

Zhong Yu’s eyes were swollen with blood from the beating; it took him a moment to see the scar clearly on Xiao Youzi’s side. He then angrily said, "How would I know?!"

A worn-out old scar; did he really have to study it?

Qin San Lang sneered, "So ignorant and still so arrogant; your family was right to send you to He’an Prefecture. If you went to the Northwest Battlefield, you wouldn’t last an incense stick’s time."

Not last an incense stick’s time — Si’an almost burst into laughter; the master was being incredibly biting with his words.

Zhong Yu’s face turned green with anger; a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he forced the blood coming up back down his throat, shouting, "Are you done insulting me? What is the background of this Xiao Youzi anyway?"

Qin San Lang pointed to the scar on Xiao Youzi’s side. "The black saber scar is the mark of the Northwest Rongshan Gang. Anyone who joins the gang must carve a saber scar onto their body and inject black water to turn it black."

"Rongshan Gang? What is that? Qin, stop spewing nonsense to fool me!" Zhong Yu didn’t understand. As someone who grew up in Jiangnan and had only traveled as far as the Capital and Central State, he knew nothing about Northwest affairs.

Qin San Lang laughed in anger, feeling like he was speaking to a fool.

But it was his task from General Guo to recruit Zhong Yu, so he couldn’t ignore Zhong Yu completely. He said, "Rongshan Gang consists of children born of Da Rong people and Great Chu women. These children were rejected by both Da Rong and Great Chu, so they gathered as bandits, living by robbing Northwest residents and caravans."

Qin San Lang explained the situation of the Rongshan Gang to Zhong Yu, who was bewildered after hearing it. "They’re just a bunch of mongrels?"

"Mmph mmph mmph!" Xiao Youzi was furious; he hated being called a mongrel more than anything in his life, glaring at Zhong Yu with the desire to tear him apart. But he was tied up, his mouth blocked, unable to react violently.

Qin San Lang ignored Xiao Youzi, addressing Zhong Yu, "That’s right, they’re a bunch of mongrels, specializing in murder and robbery."

"But how did you know?" Zhong Yu asked, still unconvinced.

Qin San Lang, a poor soul who fled from the Northwest, seemed to surpass him in every regard — even leading raids with two servants as if leisurely strolling into the mountains like a noble young master. It was unfair since he was the one born into nobility.

"My family is from the Northwest; my father and uncle are soldiers who fought against the Rongshan Gang with the generals, and they know the characteristics of the gang," Qin San Lang thought Zhong Yu was a bit slow, so he bluntly recounted how he discovered Xiao Youzi was a fierce bandit from the Rongshan Gang.

"He can whistle a tune from the gang and is excessively thin; he was probably injured in the Northwest, rejected by the gang, and had nowhere else to go but to escape to the south."

"His body is already worn out and can’t work on his own, so he used his past experiences to seduce Fan Tu, attempting to draw him into a big heist."

The Rongshan Gang is survival of the fittest, each member as fierce as a tiger; only those like fierce tigers remain in the gang. If anyone gets injured and can’t stand it anymore, they get kicked out.

Fan Tu was shocked; this young man was right. He admired Xiao Youzi after knowing he was a Northwest fierce bandit and wanted to pull off a big job based on Xiao Youzi’s words.

Otherwise, with his timid nature, he would never dare to undertake village raids, only sticking to the mountains, robbing passing civilians and small merchants.

"I noticed Xiao Youzi was different, so I asked you to guard the back mountain entrance, but you messed up and let Xiao Youzi escape!" Qin San Lang finished speaking and directly slashed Zhong Yu’s arm, leaving him with a warning: "This is your lesson, take care."

Zhong Yu wasn’t beyond redemption; after hearing Qin San Lang’s words and seeing the saber scar on Xiao Youzi’s side, as well as what they learned about Fan Tu’s mountain bandit gang, he realized Qin San Lang was telling the truth.

But he had pride and felt embarrassed; he didn’t want to admit defeat to Qin San Lang, so he held back without saying anything.

Qin San Lang no longer paid attention to him, saying, "Don’t pretend to be dead; get up and lead your men to clean up the village. We leave at the early hour of the afternoon; if we delay, everyone under you will receive thirty lashes, including yourself."

Thirty lashes!

Zhong Yu was terrified, jumping up and glaring at Qin San Lang — this pauper was too cruel. He had already been beaten to this state, and Qin San Lang still wanted to give him thirty military lashes. Was he trying to commit murder?

Qin San Lang ignored Zhong Yu and went to Fan Tu, Chang Laoer, and Xiao Youzi, pulling out a knife. With several swift motions, he severed the tendons in their feet.

Fan Tu and the others were in excruciating pain, glaring at Qin San Lang with bitterness and unwillingness. This young man was too vicious; to prevent their escape, he severed their tendons!

"Keep an eye on them," Qin San Lang instructed the soldiers holding Fan Tu and the others before stepping out of the house to look at Si’an. "Did my wife send something?"

Ever since receiving the engagement letter, Qin San Lang always referred to Gu Jinli as his wife whenever he mentioned her outside.

Si’an nodded, "Yes, Young Master made some alcohol for you, saying it can disinfect wounds. It’s been brought here for you to use on the wounded soldiers."

As he spoke, he handed over a bamboo box wrapped in a cloth bag, "Grilled fish."

Qin San Lang had already smelled the grilled fish’s aroma, happily accepting the bamboo box. Opening it, he saw two golden-brown grilled fish and a smile spread across his face, filling it with joy.

This bright and endearing smile sent shivers down the soldiers cleaning up in the village!

God, were they hallucinating? Was Company Commander Qin really smiling so warmly and kindly? Just earlier, he was like King Yanluo viciously beating Chief Commander Zhong.

Moreover, last night was even more terrifying — he had massacred the entire mountain bandit village, leaving no trace.

The mountain bandits’ bodies were still piled up behind the house, and Company Commander Qin instructed them to bring back only the heads for counting and bury the bodies on-site.

Look, just look, someone so terrifying was now smiling so brightly... Either Company Commander Qin had gone mad, or they were mad.

Qin San Lang paid them no attention, hugging the bamboo box as he walked. "Where’s the alcohol? Show me how to use it."

Saying this, he took out a piece of grilled fish, enjoying it with relish, hesitating to eat it all in a hurry, stopping after consuming just one piece.