Chapter 210 The thoughts of the people of Panlong City
There was a large hole in the roof beam, and more than a dozen termites were going in and out head to tail, as if they were trying to get along. He Lingchuan stared at them for a long time before he realized that he had fallen asleep again.
Now there is only one destination in his dream:
Panlong City.
He wanted to get up, but his arms and legs were stiff and a bit unresponsive, as if a classic car that had been idle for five or six years was about to start again.
He Lingchuan just sat up and felt unnatural when he saw the bench in the room.
When he walked around his small house, he found that all the firewood had been removed and the two fat fish in the rainwater tank were also missing. He quickly walked back to the bedroom, moved two bricks in the corner and took a look.
Fortunately, the medicine and money hidden here are still there.
To put it simply, his house was robbed. The thief who came in to take advantage of the situation might have even pouted, thinking that his house was poor and had nothing to steal.
However, his sword was still leaning against the bed, and the thief did not dare to touch it.
This looks like the style of a military knife, with words and numbers on it. According to Panlongcheng law, those who steal military assets have their hands chopped off, but even if a thief steals the knife, he cannot sell it.
He Lingchuan was scratching his head when the courtyard door creaked open and Hu Min walked in.
When he saw He Lingchuan standing at the door of the house, he was startled for a moment, and then he was overjoyed: "Are you awake?"
Looking at his expression, you knew that this question was not simple. He Lingchuan blinked: "I'm awake, what's wrong with me?"
"You have been in coma for three days! The military doctor treated your injuries and said that the spider poison in your body was too strong and it would take three to five days to be eliminated. How many bites did you get from those burrowing spiders?"
Was he still poisoned?
Seeing his confused look, Hu Min rubbed his hands: "What was the last thing you remember?"
"Falled into Zhu Erniang's lair." He Lingchuan was vague, "I thought I was dead, how come I'm still alive?"
"Everyone thought you were heroic, but no one could claim the pension from the Military Merit Department. It turned out that you seemed to have fallen into the underground river in the Spider's Den and rushed to Baiyang Stack. It was not until three days ago that you were discovered by a horse herder. He
When I saw you wearing a gale military uniform and clutching a knife in your hand, I rushed to report it. Boss Xiao guessed it was you and went to pick you up personally."
"The Ghost Needle Stone Forest is twenty or thirty miles away from Baiyangzhan. If you hadn't floated up to the shoal, no one would have known that it is connected to the underground river of the Ghost Needle Stone Forest!" Hu Min patted his shoulder, "You boy, you are really lucky.
Great destiny!"
What could He Lingchuan say? He could only look up to the sky and sigh: "My life should not be cut off, but God must help me."
He knew in his heart that this was just a cover-up used by the Panlong Dream. The last time he suddenly went offline at the end of the interception battle in the river valley, the dream also helped him arrange an ending in which he fell into the water.
"Do you have any creativity? Can you give me another excuse?" He looked like he was short of water.
Hu Minqi asked: "What did you say?"
"Nothing!" He Lingchuan laughed, "By the way, how did that battle end?"
"That was all eight days ago. Hey, you have done a lot of credit. I heard that you burned down the burrowing spider's nest. Zhu Erniang was so frightened that she stopped fighting and hurried back to Nan.
Only then could General Ke's team successfully escape from the Ghost Needle Stone Forest, and together with the reinforcements sent from the city, they could repel Huamuco."
He Lingchuan knew very well that there were two flowers in bloom at that time: "Where is the battlefield on the other side?"
"While the main force of Wei City was led away by General Nan Ke, General Red led us to steal Wei City. There were many twists and turns in the process, but in the end Wei City was captured by us." Hu Min also participated in Wei City.
After the battle, he told everything he had seen and heard.
The battle on General Red's side was as twists and turns as the Ghost Needle Stone Forest. He Lingchuan listened with rapt attention and subconsciously asked: "Why did the Baling Kingdom suddenly send more troops to the Panlong Wasteland?"
You must know that in the past fifteen years, Baling and Xianyou were old rivals of Panlong City. The war process was loose or tight, fast or slow. The two sides often even stopped fighting and did not invade each other, but they still did business.
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The two countries have become accustomed to seeing Panlong City as a thorn in their side. They have been unable to remove it for more than ten years, so they simply ignore it. Even the frictions that often break out on the border are treated coldly.
But He Lingchuan already understood at this time that this situation was probably because there was an internal problem in the Baling Kingdom or the Xianyou Kingdom itself, and it was difficult to take care of both the inside and the outside, so they relaxed their occupation of the Panlong Wasteland.
Why did Baling Kingdom suddenly get excited again and send out 40,000 troops?
Hu Min shrugged: "Then I don't know." He was a soldier and only focused on fighting. It would take a long time for information from the upper levels to be passed down.
"However, Hua Mucuo did not give up after gathering Shao Yingyang's remnants, and turned around to attack Wei City. General Red led us to hold on, and Hua Mucuo had no good solution. After all, the city was fortified by him himself, so how difficult was it to attack it?
He knows best." Hu Min burst out laughing when he said this, "Then there was heavy snow and hail in the wilderness for three days and three nights!"
"The Baling people are freezing, with no food or clothing, and no place to stay nearby. They are like wild dogs in the wilderness. How pitiful! By the way, a team of Baling people seems to have escaped early. There may be internal strife among the senior officials.
At this time, the Red General sent people to attack the Baling military camp at night and won a victory. Hua Mucuo stopped pretending, threw down his helmet and armor and went back home." Hu Min couldn't close his mouth, "They haven't finished withdrawing yet.
, you have never seen such a listless coward!"
He Lingchuan also smiled.
After Wei City was captured, the Baling people had no stronghold in the eastern part of the Panlong Wasteland. How could these 40,000 troops live on the wind and dew? So the withdrawal was a foregone conclusion.
In the past year and a half, both sides have been fighting guerrillas. Affected by the objective conditions in the wilderness, the number of troops invested in each battle ranged from a few hundred to one or two thousand. Both sides have become accustomed to this rhythm. As soon as Shao Yingyang arrived
, it is necessary to take Panlong City by surprise, that is, to set a trap and attack quickly, and the army from the sky will crush Panlong City's small team.
The most important thing among them is to seize the time to create an information gap.
According to his plan, by the time Panlong City reacts, the elite of the Gale Army will have been eaten, and maybe the Red General will also be captured, which will directly shake the foundation of Panlong City.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, this strategy has great advantages and disadvantages. If you don’t eat the fat that comes to your mouth, the contradiction of insufficient logistics will immediately become apparent. Even Wei City cannot support it.
There are so many people, not to mention that the 40,000-strong army has now become a wandering army?
Next, the right time, place and people will be lost, and the entire Panlong Wasteland will be against you.
"So we took back Weicheng again." Hu Min sighed, "Your home is back."
Home? He Lingchuan felt indifferent: "How is the person named Shao doing?"
"He's dead. The Red General killed him with his own hands."
What He Lingchuan was thinking about was the information revealed by Hu Min.
What did Shao Yingyang say to General Red? What is "the former Mi Tian Empress" and what is "the divine envoy"?
Mitian is the god who protects Panlong City. What is the difference between the past and the present?
After all, he received too little information about the gods.
God's envoy is easy to understand. Does it refer to the person who has inherited the "divine descending", or in other words, the skin?
He was curious, did the invincible Red General completely obey Mi Tian's will, or did he still retain his own consciousness and thoughts?
In other words, was the war fought by Mi Tian, or was it fought by the Red General himself?
At this time, Hu Min took out a few more coins and gave them to He Lingchuan: "This is the money you won."
"I won?" Why wasn't he impressed?
"Before the war started in Ghost Needle Stone Forest, did you place a bet on the team?" Hu Min said with a smile, "Your teammates came twice, but you didn't wake up. Finally, a skinny monkey asked me to hand over the money."
He went out to scoop water and wash his hands, and took a look at the tank. It was empty: "Hey, did you eat the fish?"
He Lingchuan shook his head: "My house seems to have been robbed. The fish and firewood were stolen, but the knife is still there."
"No matter how blind a thief is, he wouldn't dare steal a saber." Hu Min said with a smile, "Are you going to report the crime?"
"Can I get it back?"
"Honestly, I don't think you can recover it." Hu Min said matter-of-factly, "Although the city regulations impose heavy penalties on thieves, if you are unconscious for three days, anyone can come in, so it may be difficult to catch the thief."
What's more, all that was lost was a little firewood and two fish. The amount was so small that even the officials probably didn't bother to take care of it.
"I thought Panlong City was a paradise, but I didn't expect Xiaoxiao's thieves to be found everywhere." This was the victim's complaint.
"It's inevitable for people." Hu Min comforted him, "You have made great achievements this time. It's time to change your residence. If you change to a better location, no thieves will come."
He Lingchuan looked around the small courtyard, which only took three steps from the courtyard door to the bedroom: "It's time for me to change rooms."
It's becoming more and more inconvenient to practice martial arts here. I can't really stretch my arms and legs, let alone shoot.
Stepping out of the hospital, He Lingchuan was stunned:
There were so many things outside the door, including jars and jars, large and small bags, that he could hardly get his feet out.
"What is this?" He picked up a jar and brushed away the white snow at the mouth of the jar. He found that it had been sealed with yellow mud and had not been opened. He came closer and smelled it, "It smells so good, it seems like wine?"
This jar of wine is at least thirty kilograms, and the clay seal has the words "Chuntai" on it.
Hu Min looked at it and smiled and said: "This is Chuntai wine, produced by an old wine shop in the south of the city. It is very smooth and the price is not cheap."
He also helped He Lingchuan check a few more earthen jars. He covered his nose as soon as he opened the lid: "Oh, does it smell so strong?"
These jars are filled with pickles, pickles, cabbage, radishes... Judging from the smell alone, the month is enough.
If Chuntai wine is bought as a gift, then these jars of pickles are pickled by the people themselves.
He Lingchuan opened the cover of another basket and found five big fish that were frozen hard with bright eyes. There was also a note full of fishy smell on the body, which read crookedly:
"My son is back home alive, thank you."
The signature is Zhu Dapang's house in Wuzhi Lane.
Another large package of bacon was yellow and fragrant. It was wrapped in three layers of oil paper and tied tightly with straw rope on the outside. On the outer layer of oil paper, it was written directly: "Good people are rewarded. I will deliver it after eating."
Although these two things were written on charcoal strips, they were messages at least. Most of the things had no notes or signatures, and I don’t know who sent them, but it was clear that they were thoughtful.