Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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Faced with the sudden attack, Wanji was clearly terrified and instinctively tried to explain, "Ah, impossible, my medicines are all high-quality goods that I've acquired..."

"Boss Wan," Mo Jiang's voice interrupted Wan Ji's explanation, "Isn't Wohu Village a den of bandits? What price did you sell them for?"

"Three thousand eight hundred taels..."

Mo Jiang let out a long breath. There was no need to know anything else, whether Wanji sold fake medicine to Wohu Village or the Third Leader intended to renege on the debt.

The men outside made no attempt to conceal their murderous intent. Even with him, an unrelated person, present, it would only mean another corpse for the people of Crouching Tiger Stronghold.

So the next thing to do is obvious.

Mo Jiang gripped his warbow, nocked an arrow, and drank the archer's potion. "Boss Wan, now lie still and don't move. Come out when I call you."

The moment he finished speaking, Mo Jiang suddenly stood up, the bowstring vibrated, and arrows flew in rapid succession.

In an instant, three people were hit by arrows, the arrows piercing their throats, and they died on the spot.

34. Assists: Inventory

Three people are lying on the ground; there are still two more.

But the remaining two were undoubtedly veterans, and after realizing Mo Jiang's archery skills, they immediately closed the distance from the blind spot.

Mo Jiang immediately rushed out of the shop, leaped into the air, and instantly drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The arrow pinned a person's arm to the wall at an extremely tricky angle.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose from behind, and a bandit finally appeared behind Mo Jiang, slashing down with his broadsword.

The timing was perfect; at that moment, Mo Jiang had no time to shoot another arrow, and had no other weapon besides his war bow.

A cruel glint of pleasure flashed in the robber's eyes; he could already picture Mo Jiang lying in a pool of blood.

However, he did not feel the long sword in his hand hit a human body at all. Instead, he heard a sound of metal clashing, and his wrist was numb from the shock.

A long sword mysteriously appeared in Mo Jiang's hand. He not only parried the long saber, leaving the enemy wide open, but also moved like a tiger leaping up, piercing the opponent's chest with the blade.

The bandit holding the long knife stared wide-eyed in confusion, never understanding where the sword in Mo Jiang's hand came from, even in death.

In the blink of an eye, four of the five bandits from Crouching Tiger Stronghold were killed and one was wounded.

The usefulness of the inventory was effectively verified, and the blacksmith Martin's skills were truly excellent; he didn't even suffer a nick after a head-on clash with the longsword.

"It seems that the magical assassination is not just a fantasy."

After putting the longsword back into his inventory, Mo Jiang picked up the bandit's long knife and walked step by step toward the man pinned to the wall by arrows.

"2. I ask, you answer, without the slightest pause."

Without waiting to see if the other person understood, Mo Jiang asked directly, "How many people are there in Wohu Village?"

Two seconds passed without a reply, then a flash of light and the bandit's left ear was severed.

Just as the robber was about to cry out in pain, Mo Jiang struck him hard in the chest with the hilt of his knife, silencing the scream in his throat.

"You can keep thinking, come up with a lie that I won't find out to fool me."

But you'd better figure it out quickly, because next I'm going to chop off your limbs.

Upon hearing this, the bandit's face turned deathly pale. If all four limbs were cut off, it would truly be worse than death, and death would be a relief.

Why are you looking for Wanji?

"The chief recently bought medicine from Wanji on credit. The medicine is very effective, but the price is too high. The chief doesn't want to pay, but he also doesn't want to ruin his reputation."

So they told us to say that the boss had taken Wanji's medicine and got sick, so they sent us to kill Wanji and take all the pills from the shop back with us.

As expected by Mo Jiang, this was a simple bandit robbery. When he heard Wan Ji mention the price he was paying for the Wohu Village on credit, he knew that the claim of being sick from taking medicine was probably just an excuse.

Asking the robbers for three thousand eight hundred taels is less desirable than hoping for gold to fall from the sky.

How many people are in the village?

"There were only ten people in the village who could fight, and now there are only five left."

How many women, children, and the elderly are there?

"No, we are refugees fleeing famine."

……

When asking questions, Mojiang would occasionally make the other person repeat what they had said, suddenly ask questions that had already been asked, or deliberately ask questions with inaccurate numbers, such as "What are the names of the twelve people in your village?"

The robber's brain was clearly not capable of constructing logical lies and data in such a rapid-fire question-and-answer session. After several surprise interrogations, Mo Jiang was certain that the other party was not lying.

After obtaining the information, Mo Jiang flashed his blade, freeing the bandit.

Originally, it didn't matter whether the bandit was killed or not, but after learning that the people from Wohu Village were refugees and that there were no old or weak people in the group, Mo Jiang did not hesitate or feel any reluctance.

If there are no elderly, weak, women, or children among the fleeing groups, most will not abandon their burdens, but will instead use the elderly and weak in the group as food.

Back at the shop, Mo Jiang helped Wanji up from where he was lying on the ground. He then explained the information he had just received: "That's how it is. The guys from Wohu Village wanted to renege on their debt. These guys came specifically to kill you."

After explaining the cause of the matter, Mo Jiang turned and left, and Wan Ji could not see him in the blink of an eye.

With the only person with the power to protect him gone, Wanji felt his heart skip a beat, and his mind went completely blank.

If they stayed here, the five dead men from Wohu Village would certainly not let it go, but Wanji was reluctant to leave and abandon the Sihai Baoxing he had worked so hard to build.

On one side is life, on the other is ideals; giving up either one would mean giving up the future.

"What are you doing here?" Just as Wanji was caught in the dilemma of choosing between life and ideals, he saw Mojiang looking at him with a strange expression.

Mo Jiang, who had left sometime earlier, suddenly returned, accompanied by five puppies about four or five months old. The five dark-skinned puppies stared at the merchant, but Wanji felt as if they were looking at him to see where they could bite him.

"Um... my benefactor, what are you planning to do...?"

Mo Jiang made no attempt to hide his intentions, saying, "There are still five people left in Wohu Village. If we leave them behind, who knows what trouble they might cause? We might as well go up the mountain and wipe out the bandits."

Crouching Tiger Village is not far from the Four Seas Treasure Shop, and keeping them around is also a destabilizing factor. Who knows when those bandits will sneak over to kill and burn?

Since the coordinates for crossing the Mo River are here, he cannot tolerate any uncontrollable groups nearby that could damage the woodshed.

So he just went straight back to the Middle Ages through the woodshed door and brought the hound squad with him.

"My benefactor, please wait!"

Wanji ran out from behind the counter, holding the Broken Sword Yaoguang and several porcelain bottles in his hands. He handed the items to Mojiang.

"My benefactor, this journey to suppress the bandits is fraught with danger. Please take this with you for protection."

Looking at the things in Wanji's hands, especially the broken sword Yaoguang worth 5,500 taels, Mo Jiang said with a hint of sarcasm, "Boss Wan, these things add up to 10,000 taels."

He clearly didn't approve of the broken sword Yao Guang, which was priced at over 1.7 million.

Putting aside everything else, the weekly output of the Skaritz silver mine is probably less than 5,500 taels.

Unexpectedly, Wanji replied with a serious expression, "Previously, my benefactor planned to invest in Sihai Baoxing and saved Wanji's life. This time, going to suppress the bandits is even more dangerous. Wanji is unable to go with him, but he is not the kind of person who sits by and watches his partner risk danger alone while he stands by and does nothing."

"This item can protect you, my benefactor; what is a mere ten thousand taels of silver worth?"

This person may be a bit foolish in business, but he's a decent person.

Mo Jiang accepted the items without hesitation, and suddenly felt a sense of unease, or rather, received some kind of information:

Broken Sword Yao Guang and other medicines can all be added to your inventory.

In an instant, a multitude of guesses and assumptions popped into Mo Jiang's mind, but he quickly suppressed them.

Now is not the time to consider that. The most important thing now is to clear out the unstable factors near the coordinates.

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Author's note: Thank you to [Seaside], [Evil Little Law], and [Secondary Silver Wing] for their donations.

35. In our Economics and Management Department, you're the kind of student who has to kneel down to listen to lectures!

Hidden in the forest, Mojiang silently approached the campsite of Wohu Village.

With the intelligence obtained from the survivors, coupled with the previous period of frantically clearing out the bandit camps around Skaritz, Mo Jiang had gained a great deal of experience.

Five hunting dogs were discreetly scattered throughout Wohu Village. Their main task was surveillance. Mo Jiang did not intend to let the dogs, which were still young, confront the enemy head-on.

According to the information obtained from the interrogation, the people of Wohu Village had only been in this mountain forest for a short time, less than a month.

This means that while they are familiar with this mountain forest, their knowledge is quite limited.

Mo Jiang took a deep breath and, under the cover of the woods, silently approached the camp of Wohu Village.

He walked with a slight hunch, a smile playing on his lips.

That was a smile devoid of any positive meaning; it was nothing but cruelty and ferocity, like a tiger spotting its prey.

Because five people were sent to deal with the debt issues, only two people were patrolling Wohu Village at this time.

The two patrols take different routes, and their routes only overlap every five minutes.

Five minutes was more than enough time for Mo Jiang to silently and quietly take care of the two patrolmen.

It's called Crouching Tiger Village, but at this moment, all that exists here is a simple wooden house, with only the chief of the village inside.

The chief was resting on the only bed in the wooden house. Of the remaining four people, the two patrolmen had been dealt with by Mo Jiang, and the remaining two went to the river two miles away to fetch water.

At this moment, only the chief of the Crouching Tiger Stronghold remained.

Mo Jiang approached silently, intending to lull the leader into a deep sleep.

Just as he got within five steps of the chief, the chief suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted, "You have some nerve! Give me your life!"

With a furious roar, the leader pounced like a cheetah, unleashing both palms at Mo Jiang, the air in his palms seemingly distorted.

We must not be hit by this blow.

Mo Jiang felt a jolt throughout his body, his body tensing up like a spring. A sense of crisis told him that if he were hit by this palm, his fate would be extremely troublesome or miserable.

The leader was incredibly fast; Mo Jiang had no time to dodge the attack. The leader's palms were about to strike Mo Jiang's forehead...

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. The leader felt a chill on his arms; for some reason, his hands had been severed.

Before the pain could even be recognized by the brain, the sharp edge of Broken Sword Yao Guang had already pierced the leader's throat.

Even the leader's eyes were filled with doubt.

Puzzled, Mo Jiang, who was empty-handed, suddenly found himself holding a sword.

I wonder why that broken sword, which looked like it needed to be sent to the blacksmith to be melted down, was so sharp.

The blade ignored the obstruction of fat, muscle, blood vessels, and bone, easily severing the leader's two arms. The cuts were smooth and clean, demonstrating the terrifying sharpness of the Broken Sword Yao Guang.

"This thing probably won't stop leather armor, and even iron armor would likely be in trouble."

When a weapon can cut through a human body with ease, it seems that breaking through the defenses of iron armor is not an impossible task.

Mo Jiang put the broken sword Yao Guang back into his inventory. With this weapon, he had all the necessary equipment for his magic-style assassination tactics. All that was left was to improve his proficiency.

The two who went to fetch water were pinned to the ground by Mo Jiang with arrows at the water's edge.

Thus, Wohu Village was completely wiped out.

……

Back at Sihai Baoxing, Mo Jiang tossed a package onto the counter, saying, "Let's see what's valuable."

These were spoils he had collected from Crouching Tiger Stronghold. Mo Jiang had clearly seen the leader's attack back then; it was an extraordinary ability that ordinary people could not master.

Well, considering that there are Shaolin Temple and Kongtong Sect in this place, Mo Jiang is almost certain that the power is called internal force.

For those who grew up reading martial arts novels, looting after defeating an enemy and finding their martial arts manuals is an instinctive behavior.

Unfortunately, Mojiang did not find any written records, not even a piece of paper. Apart from some copper coins, the things he brought back were all unfamiliar.

Wanji quickly completed the valuation: "They're all worthless items; it's more valuable to strip them of their clothes."

This conclusion was not unexpected for Mo Jiang. People fleeing famine and hardship would most likely carry food and small, valuable items with them.

Anything else that makes walking difficult would probably have been abandoned long ago.

"Alright, at least now that Crouching Tiger Stronghold is gone, I can finally do business in peace..."

When Mo Jiang finally said the words "do business," he was being completely insincere, as he couldn't even tell what kind of customer traffic this place actually had.

If a physical store has no customers, what's the difference between it and a dead store?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He couldn't help but ask, "Boss Wan..."

"Brother Mo, there's no need for such formalities between us. Just call me Wanji."