Eighteen people each held up a headless stick, looking arrogant. Even though you have more people and strength in numbers, that doesn't necessarily mean you can win.
After this battle, their morale was greatly boosted.
What are those bandit soldiers, after all?
Lin Dawang was envious. They truly fought one against a hundred. If the young and strong men in his village could learn their methods, there's a chance their two villages could unite and make progress on the path of smuggling salt.
With cupped hands, Lin Dawang greeted them. Although he was somewhat opportunistic and had his own considerations,
right was right and wrong was wrong. When truly admiring someone, he was sincerely genuine at heart.
"Mr. Jiang is truly a talented person. With such a talented person as Mr. Jiang, why should we fear those taxes? I only hope that Mr. Jiang considers that we are all common folks with hard lives, merely trying to make a living. Please also teach these villagers."
