Volume 10 Chapter 405
Chapter 405
Xiao Muqing took advantage of Peng Cheng's defection to capture the important border town of Chilongtan in the west of Mo State. This not only opened the door to Mo State for the Jade Army, but also made it logical for Feng State to occupy the entire Sishui County. -
The loss of Sishui County was a heavy blow to Mo State. The western barrier had disappeared. Now, only Xu Lengzhi was left in Haowan County to hold the overall situation.
Nie Ze's speculation was not wrong. Xu Lengzhi did withdraw all the main forces of the Mo Army under his command to Pufeng, the county capital of Haowan County. The army of more than 600,000 people had to eat and drink every day, and the amount of food and grass consumed was an astronomical figure.
The county city's own grain storage alone was far from enough to supply so many people with food and drink.
This required the requisition of food and grass from the surrounding towns. At the same time, Xu Lengzhi also migrated the people in Pufeng City on a large scale. The county city, which originally had a population of hundreds of thousands, had a population of only 50,000 in just a few days, and they were all light and strong laborers.
Xu Lengzhi has made preparations for a long-term battle with Fengjun in Pufeng. He knows very well that Pufeng is related to the survival of Haowan County, and Haowan County is related to the safety of the capital. Judging from the current war, Pufeng is the most important city besides the capital Zhenjiang, and it must not be lost.
On the day he entered Pufeng, he expressed his position to his generals that if the city survives, the people will survive, and if the city is destroyed, the people will die. He vowed to live and die with Pufeng and never retreat a step.
The generals have the will to die, and the soldiers have no desire to live. As the commander-in-chief, Xu Lengzhi can make such a big decision, and the soldiers below are naturally determined to fight to the death with Fengjun here.
This day, noon. The sun is shining, the sky is clear, and there are no clouds.
More than 30 Mo soldiers walked leisurely on the country road near Pufeng. The road is not wide, and there are farmlands on both sides. There is no place to shade from the sun and escape the heat.
These Mo soldiers had no military appearance at all. Their helmets were crooked and many of them had their collars torn open. Even so, 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, and finally shook his head helplessly, dragging his heavy feet and continuing to walk slowly forward.
Turning a corner and looking forward, there was a small thatched shed on the roadside not far away. The eyes of all the Mo soldiers lit up, and they all quickened their pace and walked over.
When they got closer, they found that this was a tea shed. The owner was an old man, and there was a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old beside him. It looked like a grandfather and grandson.
Seeing so many soldiers coming, the old man came out to greet them, smiling, "Are you thirsty, soldiers? Come on, come on, come in, we have tea and watermelon."
The little girl followed him out, blinking her bright eyes, curiously looking at these decadent and carefree Mo soldiers.
The Mo soldiers looked past the old man and the little girl and looked inside the thatched hut. They didn't see anything else, but they saw the watermelons piled in the corner. Everyone swallowed their saliva at the same time. One of the handsome Mo soldiers touched his breastplate, and after a while, he pulled his hand out, smiled bitterly and said, "Old man, we are out on patrol and don't have any money with us, so... we won't go in..." As he spoke, he waved to his companions on both sides, signaling everyone to leave.
"What does it matter if you don't have money? Now that the enemy is coming, we all rely on you soldiers. Come in and sit down. I'll treat you all to tea."
"How can I do that?" Another Mo soldier said with a dry laugh. Although he said that, his feet had already walked into the teahouse uncontrollably.
With one person taking the lead, the others were no longer polite and walked into the teahouse one after another.
More than 30 of them filled the small teahouse in an instant. The old man was very enthusiastic and greeted the little girl, asking her to pass the tea bowl and pour tea. The old man picked out a few large watermelons, cut them into dozens of pieces, and distributed them to the Mo soldiers.
Under the scorching sun, everyone had already walked out thirsty, and now there was tea and watermelon, how could they still pretend to be reserved? Several Mo soldiers ate most of the watermelon in just a few bites, and almost bit off a piece of the rind. Another Mo soldier drank the tea in the tea bowl in one breath, and slapped his tongue repeatedly because of the burn.
Seeing this, the little girl couldn't help but burst out laughing. The old man beside her also kept persuading them: "Slow down! Everyone, slow down. If it's not enough, there are still a lot of tea and watermelons in the shop."
"Oh, old man, thank you so much." The handsome Mo Bing stood up, bowed to the old man, and said: "My brothers are really too thirsty and too tired. It's rude. Old man, please forgive me."
"Sir, you are too polite..."
At this time, a convoy passed by the south of the tea shed. There were about ten carriages. The accompanying personnel on both sides included civilians wearing coarse clothes and linen, as well as soldiers in bright helmets and armor.
Seeing this, Mo Bing in the tea shed frowned, and then people put down their tea bowls and leftover watermelons, picked up their weapons, and filed out of the tea shed.
More than 30 Mo soldiers blocked the road. When the convoy came closer, one of them took two steps forward, raised his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop, what are you doing?" The man's breastplate had a clear print, and he was obviously a captain.
The convoy slowly stopped, and the Mo soldiers guarding the convoy walked over quickly and looked at Captain Mo who was blocking the way.
Looking at him, he looked to be in his twenties, with fair and smooth skin. Looking at his face, he had sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes, a high nose bridge, and was very handsome. He was a rare handsome man.
Captain Mo Bing from the convoy came up to him and said, "We are transporting grain to the county city."
"Do you have any documents?" The handsome young man asked coldly with a blank expression.
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 roughly, and confirmed that the signature and seal were correct. He rolled up the official document, but did not return it to the other party, but directly put it in his arms.
"Hey! Brother, what are you doing?" Captain Mo Bing's face suddenly changed, and he reached out 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 piercing pain swept over.
He couldn't help but scream, and looked down again. In the hand of the handsome young man, a crescent-shaped scimitar appeared. What was even more bizarre was that the scimitar was burning with black flames. At this time, most of the blade had already sunk into his chest.
This was the last scene that Captain Mo Bing saw. His eyes were filled with horror, fear and confusion, slowly losing their charm, and finally turned into a dead gray. At the same time, white mist emerged from his body.
Captain Mo Bing's death was just the beginning of the killing. More than 30 Mo soldiers who came with the handsome young man rushed forward and killed the grain soldiers and civilians who had not yet reacted to what was going on.
Although these people were in poor uniforms and had no military appearance, each of them was not comparable to ordinary soldiers. With steel knives in hand, killing people was like cutting vegetables.
More than a dozen Mo soldiers who were carrying grain and twenty civilians who were transporting grain became ghosts under their knives in just an instant.
Scarlet blood soaked the ground red, and broken bodies were scattered under the carriage. It is hard to imagine that more than 30 lives turned into incomplete flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.
Seeing what happened before their eyes, the old man and the little girl in the roadside tea stall were shocked. They stood there, not daring to move, and their bodies trembled.
"Don't be afraid, old man, they are all spies!" The handsome Mo Bing came close to the old man and smiled kindly, but before he finished speaking, a flash of lightning flashed from his side and directly sank into the old man's chest.
The old man blinked blankly, but his body fell limply, blood gushed out of his chest, staining his tattered clothes red. A scimitar was deeply inserted into the old man's chest, a fatal blow.
"Letian, why are you nagging at him?" The handsome young man came over and said expressionlessly, "He has seen everything here, and he must not be allowed to stay."
The handsome young man immediately lowered his head upon hearing this, and whispered, "Yes! King!"
"Ah——" The little girl finally came to her senses, and screamed heartbreakingly at her grandfather who fell at her feet.
The handsome young man bent down, pulled out the scimitar from the old man, and waved it to the side. The little girl's screams also stopped abruptly. The cold blade ruthlessly cut her throat, but this time no blood flowed, only mist rose into the air.
After shaking off 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 enemy.
The handsome young man in the lead is Wind King Tang Yin, and with him are Ah San Ah Si, Cheng Jin, Letian and thirty hidden arrow personnel. Their purpose here was to wait for the grain delivery team from the Mo Kingdom, kill them all, and then disguise themselves 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 were touched by them, it was just bad luck for them. Tang Yin would never bury himself with hidden dangers that might expose his identity at any time. Or very cruel, very cold, but this is his style of doing things.
"Dispose of all the bodies, 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, turned a blind eye to the bodies inside and outside the tea shed, and ate it without being affected.
Anjian always did things quickly. He dug a big pit on the side of the road, threw all the bodies into the pit, filled it with soil, and someone else brought new soil to carefully cover the blood on the ground. Soon, the scene was cleaned up without leaving any traces, as if the bloody massacre just now had never happened.