Xiao Muqing took advantage of Peng Cheng's defection and captured Chilongtan, an important border defense town in the western part of the Mo country. This not only opened the door to the Mo country for the Yu army, but also made it logical for the Feng country to occupy the entire Sishui County.
The loss of Sishui County was a heavy blow to the Mo Kingdom. The western barrier was gone. Now, only Xu Lengzhi was left to support the overall situation in Haowan County.
Nie Ze's conjecture was correct. Xu Lengzhi indeed withdrew all the main forces of the Mo army under his command to Fufeng, the county seat of Haowan County. The army of more than 600,000 had to eat and drink every day, and the amount of food and grass they consumed was astronomical.
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The county's own food reserves alone are far from being able to provide food and drink for these many people.
This required the requisition of grain and grass from surrounding towns. At the same time, Xu Lengzhi also moved the people in Bufeng City out on a large scale. In the county town that originally had a population of hundreds of thousands, in just a few days, the people in the city were greatly reduced.
The number has been reduced to about 50,000, and they are all young and strong laborers.
Xu Lengzhi has made preparations for a long-term battle with Feng Jun in Pufeng. He knows very well that Pufeng is related to the life and death of Haowan County, and Haowan County is related to the safety of the capital. Judging from the current war,
Bufeng is the most important city after the capital Chengjiang, and there must not be any loss.
On the day he settled in Bufeng, he expressed his position to his generals. The city is still there and the people are there, but the city is dead and the people are dead. He vowed to live and die with Bufeng and never retreat even half a step.
Generals have a will to die, and soldiers have no desire to live. As the commander-in-chief, Xu Lengzhi can make such a strong determination, and the soldiers below are naturally determined to fight to the death with the Feng army here.
That day, in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear and cloudless.
More than 30 Mo soldiers walked leisurely on a country road near Bufeng. The road was not wide, and there were crop fields on both sides. There was not even a place to shelter from the sun and summer heat.
These Mo soldiers had no military appearance at all, their helmets were crooked and many had their military uniform collars torn open, but even so, big beads of sweat still flowed down their cheeks and necks from time to time.
"Why is it so hot today?" A soldier looked up at the sky, finally shook his head helplessly, and continued to walk forward slowly with heavy steps.
After turning a corner and heading forward, there was a small thatched shed on the side of the road not far away. The eyes of all the Mo soldiers lit up, and they speeded up their pace in unison and walked over.
When I got closer, I realized that this was a tea shed. The owner was an elderly man, and he was accompanied by a fourteen or five-year-old girl, who looked like a grandson and grandson.
Seeing so many soldiers coming, the old man trotted out to greet them and said with a smile on his face: "You military masters, are you thirsty? Come on, come on, come on, come inside. There is tea and watermelon in the shop."
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The little girl also followed out, blinking with big bright eyes, curiously looking at these Mo soldiers who looked decadent and careless.
The Mo soldiers looked past the old man and the little girl and looked inside the thatched hut. They saw nothing else but the watermelons piled in the corner. They all swallowed their saliva in unison. One of them had a decent appearance.
Mo Bing touched inside his breastplate, and after a while, he took his hand out and said with a wry smile: "Old man, we went out to patrol, and we didn't bring any money with us, so we still won't go in." As he spoke, he turned to the left and right.
His companion waved his hand, indicating that everyone should go.
"It doesn't matter if I don't bring any money. Now it's all up to you soldiers to call me. Come in and sit down. I'll treat you all to tea."
"Then why are you so embarrassed?" Another Mo soldier said with a dry smile. As he said this, he walked into the tea shed uncontrollably.
One person took the lead, and the others stopped being polite and walked into the tea shed one after another.
There were more than thirty of them, and the small tea shed was suddenly crowded. The old man was very enthusiastic, greeted the little girl, and asked her to pass the tea bowl and pour tea. The old man himself picked out a few
The large watermelon was cut into dozens of pieces and distributed to the soldiers.
Under the scorching sun, everyone was already thirsty after walking. Now that there was tea and watermelon, how could they pretend to be reserved? A few Mo soldiers only took a few mouthfuls and ate most of the watermelon, almost including the rind.
He also chewed off a piece, and Mo Bing drank all the tea in the bowl in one go, burning his tongue until it was so hot.
When the little girl saw this, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. The old man beside her also kept urging: "Slow down! Everyone, slow down. If that's not enough, there is still a lot of tea and watermelon in the shop."
"Oh, old man, thank you so much." The upright-looking Mo Bing stood up, bowed to the old man, and said, "My brothers are too thirsty and tired. It's disrespectful. The old man still
Be more considerate."
"Master Jun is too polite."
At this moment, a convoy of vehicles came south of the tea shed. There were about ten carriages in it, accompanied by people on both sides including people wearing coarse clothes and linen, as well as soldiers with bright armor.
Upon seeing this, Mo Bing in the tea shed frowned, and immediately after, people put down their tea bowls and leftover watermelons, picked up their weapons, and filed out of the tea shed.
More than thirty Mo soldiers blocked the road, waiting for the convoy to approach. One of the Mo soldiers took two steps forward, raised his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop, what are you doing?" This man's breastplate had a
Obvious print, obviously a captain.
The convoy came to a slow stop, and Mo Bing, who was escorting the car, quickly stepped forward and took a look at Captain Mo Bing, who was blocking the front.
It seems that the other person is in his twenties, with fair and smooth skin. Looking at his face, he has sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes, a high nose, an English-like and restrained appearance, and is extremely handsome. He can be called a rare handsome man.
Captain Mo Bing from the convoy came up to him and said, "We are transporting grain to the county town."
"Do you have any documents?" The handsome young man asked coldly with an expressionless face.
Not knowing where they came from, Captain Mo Bing did not dare to neglect them and nodded in response: "Yes!"
As he spoke, he reached into his arms, took out a roll of official documents, and handed it to the handsome young man. The latter took it, looked down at it, and confirmed that the signature and seal were correct. Then he rolled up the official document, but did not return it.
Instead, he put the other party directly into his arms.
"Hey! Brother, what are you doing?" Captain Mo Bing's expression suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the handsome young man's wrist.
However, the moment he grabbed the handsome young man's wrist, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and then a heartbreaking pain swept over him.
He screamed involuntarily, lowered his head and looked again. There was a waning moon-shaped scimitar in the hand of the handsome young man. What was even more strange was that the scimitar was burning with black flames. At this time, most of the blade was
It has already sunk into his chest.
This was the last scene that Captain Mo Bing saw. His eyes were full of horror, fear and confusion, slowly losing their charm, and finally turned deathly gray. At the same time, white mist emerged from his body.
The death of captain Mo Bing was just the beginning of the killing. More than thirty Mo soldiers who came with the handsome young man swarmed up and killed the grain pressing soldiers and the common people who had not yet realized what was going on.
Even though their uniforms are not uniform and they have no military appearance at all, each one of them is not comparable to an ordinary soldier. Each one has a steel knife in his hand and kills people like chopping vegetables.
More than a dozen Mo soldiers who were pressing grain and twenty civilians who were transporting grain became their victims in just an instant.
Scarlet blood soaked the ground red, and broken corpses lay scattered under the carriage. It was unimaginable that more than thirty living lives were turned into mutilated flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.
Seeing what happened in front of them, the old man and the little girl in the tea shed on the roadside were stunned. They stood there without daring to move, and their bodies were trembling suddenly.
"Don't be afraid, old man, they are all spies!" The decent-looking Mo Bing came to the old man and smiled kindly, but before he could finish his words, a flash of lightning flashed past him and disappeared directly into the old man.
chest.
The old man blinked his eyes blankly, but his body fell limply to the ground. Blood gurgled from his chest, staining his shabby clothes red. A machete was deeply inserted into the old man's chest, delivering a fatal blow.
"Letian, what are you talking about with him?" The handsome young man came over and said expressionlessly: "He has seen everything here and must not stay."
The handsome-looking young man immediately lowered his head when he heard the words and responded in a low voice: "Yes! Your Majesty!"
"Ah" the little girl finally came to her senses, looked at her grandfather who fell at her feet, and let out a heartbreaking scream.
The handsome young man bent down, pulled out the scimitar from the old man's body, and waved it to the side. The little girl's screams suddenly stopped, and the cold blade ruthlessly sliced her throat open, but this time there was no blood.
Outflow, just mist rising into the air.
Shaking away the blood on the knife, the handsome young man sheathed the knife, then raised his head and inhaled the floating spiritual mist into his body.
These people are not Mo Bing, but Mo Bing's mortal enemies.
The handsome young man at the head is none other than the Wind King Tang Yin, and with him are Asan, Asi, Cheng Jin, Letian and thirty secret arrow personnel. Their purpose here is to wait for Mo's food delivery team and kill them.
Light, then disguise himself and sneak into the city.
As for the old man and the little girl in the tea shed, it was an accident, but since they bumped into each other, it can only be considered unlucky for them. Tang Yin will never let himself bury hidden dangers of his identity at any time. Or he is cruel or cold.
, but this is his style of doing things.
"Dispose of all the corpses, clean up the scene, and don't leave any trouble." Tang Yin walked to the corner, grabbed a watermelon, then flew to sit on the counter, smashed it with his fist, and attacked the corpses inside and outside the tea shed.
I turned a blind eye and ate without being affected at all.
Hidden Arrow always worked quickly. He dug a big pit on the roadside, threw all the corpses into the pit, filled it with soil, and buried it. Someone else brought new soil and carefully covered the blood stains on the ground. Soon, the scene was cleaned up.
It was clean, leaving no trace, as if the bloody massacre had never happened.