Following this shout, several people appeared in the quiet inn and looked towards the wall.
There is a strange shelf embedded in the wall, or in the wall, like an erected bed. There is no bedding curtain on this bed, only rows of sharp arrows. If the officers and soldiers outside can see clearly, they will
It feels a bit like the bed crossbows commonly seen in their military camps.
But it has a range that even a bed crossbow cannot reach.
If they are real officers and soldiers.
Chen Shi sat on it and looked back at the girl turning the winch behind him.
The girl is thin and small, but she can turn a winch that is bigger than she looks.
"Hey, little cat, I'm the one controlling the archery, why don't you call me awesome?" Chen Shi asked.
The girl stared: "My name is Ah Mao, not a little cat."
Chen Shi said: "They are not all cats."
The girl did not argue childishly with him, but just looked at Qixing standing in the courtyard: "If sister Qixing doesn't fix this, it will be useless no matter how good you are."
Qixing said: "The guards here are also very good and the mechanisms are well preserved. Otherwise, no matter how good I am, I still won't be able to build a new one for a long time."
Everyone's eyes turned to another person. This was an old man with gray hair. He was carrying a bundle of firewood to the kitchen.
Hearing what Qixing said, he stopped and said respectfully: "The leader's false praise has nothing to do with me, it's the sages who are powerful."
One of the skills of the Mohists is mechanisms. These mechanisms can be used for daily food, clothing, housing and transportation. They are more often used for weapons and equipment. When Mohism was in its prime, cities in all countries regarded the Mohist city defense equipment as a treasure.
, there are often institutions wherever Mohist disciples are.
When Mohism declined and Mohism fell into the world, the number of Mohist institutions became fewer and fewer and became more secretive. They even disappeared after the chaos in Jin.
Who would have thought that this abandoned inn on the roadside could actually be a government office.
Although the walls of this inn are intact, the building is dilapidated, with only a stooped old man guarding it. There are people staying there, but they don't know what to ask. They are deaf, mute and demented. There is no difference between sleeping here and sleeping in the wild. No one will take a second look.
Over the years, there were also Mohists passing by and seeing the mark, but they kept silent about their identity. The old man also ignored them, until this section, more Mohists gathered one after another.
There was a young man carrying firewood on a pole but not seeming to sell it, an old man carrying his granddaughter on a cart claiming to be a tea seller, a silent chivalrous man with an iron hand, and a cripple who came out of the car rocking a wheel.
Old man, there is a girl riding a horse alone...
They arrived one after another, greeted each other, and lingered. It was obvious that they knew each other and were summoned by someone.
When the old man heard a name that kept appearing, he couldn't help but ask, "Who is Qixing?"
It was late at night last night, and the dilapidated house was filled with firelight and these people talking and laughing, and it seemed full of life. The old man was still cooking hot vegetables and rice in a pot. When the old man asked, some of them were surprised and some sighed.
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"There are still people who don't know who Miss Qixing is?"
"It can be seen that our Momen has still not been able to truly recover, and the message transmission is still blocked."
Although the old man hasn't interacted with people for a long time, he still has a temper. He was about to get angry and ask, "Who in Momen deserves to be known to everyone?"
"It's the leader." Amao, a girl, shouted, waving a wooden stick, "Our new leader of the Mo Sect, a very powerful leader."
The old man was stunned, the boss...
Mo Sect actually has a new leader?
He was surprised and a little inexplicably irritated. Although Mo Sect was defeated, not just anyone could be the leader. Just as he was about to continue asking, the knight with an iron hand suddenly stood up and looked outside.
"The leader is here."
The old man looked over subconsciously, only to feel that his already dim eyes became even more dim. He vaguely saw a figure rushing in like an arrow, seeming to wrap up the night wind between heaven and earth. The torch danced and the light and shadow swayed wildly.
People will be torn apart.
But in an instant, the night wind dispersed and the torches stopped beating, and the world became peaceful.
It seemed that it was just an illusion before, but it was definitely not an illusion. The old man saw an extra person in the hall. She was a girl in green clothes, with jet black hair and a face as fair as jade. Her face was calm, her breathing was steady, and she didn't look like she was running wildly at all.
It's like I've been standing here forever.
"Sister Qixing——" The girl jumped up and shouted first, rushing towards the girl.
The girl didn't seem to know how to hold the child, so she simply caught the girl and picked her up.
The girl giggled.
Others also gathered around the girl, and the room became lively again.
"It came so quickly."
"I thought I would have to wait a few more days."
"Miss Qixing, long time no see - Ah Mao, come down quickly!"
This is the new leader, so young? But it seems that everyone is familiar with her. The old man stood there and looked at the surrounded woman. Who is the elder or everyone's junior?
He lowered his gaze and said, whatever, the Mo family has been dissolved. Whoever wants to be the leader can be the leader. He was not interested in paying attention to it, but just as he was about to leave, he heard the woman's voice.
"There are officers and soldiers surrounding us."
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"Officers and soldiers?" Wei Dongjia asked. "Has our whereabouts been leaked?"
"I didn't encounter any officers or soldiers questioning me along the way," Hua Ling said.
Chief Meng Xi also nodded: "Mo Xia and bandits are common, but the government has never stopped them along the way."
Chen Shi sneered: "But Du Cha Si knows our movements. The man named Huo deliberately let us leave the capital and then got rid of us."
Qixing shook his head decisively: "He won't."
Chen Shi choked up, he believed in Huo Lian so much.
"I said these people are officers and soldiers because of their dress, but as you said, there was no movement from the government along the way. These soldiers and horses seemed to appear suddenly." Qixing said, "If it is really the imperial court that mobilizes troops, it cannot be so quiet.
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"So they are not officers and soldiers?" Wei Dongjia took over and asked.
"But these people, horses, and equipment are all real." Qixing added, "Even if they are not officers and soldiers, they must be related to them."
Chen Shi shook the pole in his hand and said, "No matter what his background is, he is coming from a bad person."
Meng Xichang nodded: "Everyone leave immediately, I will deal with the aftermath."
His eyes looked at the old and young in the hall riding wheelbarrows, thin...
"Don't look at me." Chen Shi waved the pole in his hand, "Your iron hand may not be able to carry my pole."
Meng Xi smiled and looked past him to Qixing: "I know you are very powerful, Master, but we can't do without you at the Great Wall in the North. You'd better hurry up and don't delay because of these little things. I and I
This brother is left to deal with them."
Qixing shook his head: "Those people have silently surrounded this place. It will be dangerous for everyone to go out."
This is indeed the case, so what Meng Xichang said about dealing with the aftermath was actually to distract them and buy everyone time and opportunity to escape.
"We can't escape, the casualties will be huge." Qixing said, "The best way is to defeat them."
Defeated?
"How many are there?" Meng Xi asked.
Qixing said: "About a hundred people."
Hundreds of people... Regardless of whether they are real officers and soldiers, not only Meng Xi, but also Chen Shi glanced at the room. There are only seven of them here, some are old, some are young, some are disabled...
"What are you looking at? I am crippled, but not useless." Wei Dongjia said angrily. He shook the armrest with both hands and the iron sword popped out from the front and back of the wheel. "Do you believe that I have killed more people than you two?"
Chen Shi curled his lips.
"Yes, there are many ways to kill people." The old tea seller said with a smile, "Don't look down on us old people."
Ah Mao also made faces at Chen Shi: "There are still children."
Qixing looked at everyone, smiled again, and said, "What everyone has to do this time is not to fight desperately, but to defend the city."
Defending the city? What kind of city can be defended in this wilderness? Chen Shi and others were confused, but the old man in the inn who had been silent raised his head, and Qixing also looked at him.
"This should be one of Momen's agencies." Qixing said, "Excuse me, are all the agencies still there?"
Agency office?
Chen Shi and others were surprised. They had all heard of the Momen Mechanism, but they rarely saw it. The last time they heard about it, the one they had the honor to take a look at was the foundry pool in Jin. Did they not expect that there would be such an inconspicuous place?
There was also a trace of surprise in the old man's eyes: "How do you know?"
Qixing said: "Because I am the leader."
The inheritance of the leader will pass down many secrets of the Mo sect, but if the leader dies in a hurry, where will the inheritance come from.
Perhaps the elders in the family have mentioned that although the agency is a secret of the Mo clan, it is not only known to the head. The old man stopped asking. There was no point in dwelling on this question. He nodded and admitted, and then heard the woman's voice ring out one after another.
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"Is there a flue?"
The old man was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"Is it possible to refuse a horse?"
The old man nodded again.
"Are there any moats for protecting the city?"
The old man nodded blankly.
"Can the hanging door be ready?"
As he listened to the questions, the expression on the old man's face became more and more solemn, and he stood up straight. When he heard the word "transmitter", he hesitated a little.
"In reply to Miss..." he said, "There is a transponder, but one of the bearings is broken."
Qixing said, "Do you have any materials prepared?"
The old man nodded: "Yes."
Qixing said, "I'll fix it."
The old man was surprised again. Even if he knew the location of the mechanism, he could still repair it? Is it true or not? After watching Qixing sit down with his own eyes, he quickly carved out a new bearing out of wood and inserted it into the transponder perfectly. As the winch rotated,
The transmitter, which had not been moved for many years, slowly rose from the wall.
The old man didn't hesitate any longer, leaned over and saluted heavily: "Thank you, Master."
Thinking of that moment and then hearing the sound of dozens of arrows from the transshipment machine piercing the air, and hearing the noise of the distant soldiers and horses scattered in the military formation, his heart was stirred again.
"They changed their formation, dispersed and attacked——"
On the roof, it flutters like a flag clinging to a high pole, shouting with a telescope as a warning flower bell.
With this shout, the people in the courtyard looked solemn again.
Qixing looked towards the kitchen: "Old tea man, is the fire ready?"
The voice of the old tea seller came from the room: "Okay, the smoke has burned enough."
Ah Mao jumped and shouted: "I'll blow the wind——"
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The sun was getting brighter and brighter, and the chaotic military formation had calmed down. They dragged the wounded soldiers and horses away, looked at the arrows that were beyond the recognized range on the ground, and then looked at the inn in the distance where the walls had been restored and no weapons were visible. The atmosphere was angry and dignified.
"Those are just bed crossbows. The bed crossbows cannot be moved. Spread out—" the leader shouted.
The soldiers dispersed and formed wings of wild geese. Although some people would die under the fierce arrows if they rushed forward, not everyone would be unlucky. As long as they rushed forward and arrived outside the inn, no matter how powerful the weapon was, there was no threat.
The drum noise sounded again, and the horses' hooves stamped forward.
But before I walked a few steps, I saw no crossbows exposed on the wall. I saw the wild grass in front of me swaying, like a breeze blowing, and smoke rising up. First there was a curl, and then like water boiling in a pot, countless smoke gurgled from the ground.
When he emerged, a curtain seemed to have been drawn before his eyes.
The soldiers and horses walking in the front didn't pay much attention at first. Just when they noticed the strange smell and were still wondering what it was, the horses underneath them neighed and raised their hooves wildly. The soldiers were instantly thrown off their horses and felt dizzy.
