Chapter 1292

Xiao MuQing took advantage of Peng Cheng's defection to capture the red dragon altar, an important border town in the western part of Mo state. This not only opened the door of Mo state for the jade army, but also made the Feng state occupy the whole territory of Sishui county.

The loss of Surabaya county was a heavy blow to the state of Mo, and the Western barrier had disappeared. Now, only Xu Lengzhi was left to support the overall situation in Haowan county.

Nie Ze's conjecture is not correct. Xu Lengzhi did withdraw all the main forces of Mo army under his command to Pufeng, the county city of Haowan county. More than 600000 troops had to eat and drink every day, and the amount of food and grass consumed was astronomical.

Only relying on the county's own grain hoarding is far from enough to provide food and drink for many people.

At the same time, Xu Lengzhi also moved the people in Pufeng city on a large scale. In a few days, the number of people in the city was reduced to about 50000, and they were all light and strong laborers.

Xu Lengzhi was well prepared for a long-term battle with the Feng army in Pufeng. He was very clear that Pu Feng was related to the life and death of Haowan County, while Haowan county was related to the safety of the capital city. Judging from the current war, Pu Feng is the most important city except the capital town Jiang, which can never be lost.

On the day he was stationed in Pufeng, he made a statement to the generals under his command that the city was in the presence of people and the city was dead. He vowed to live and die with Pufeng and would never retreat.

Will have the heart of death, the scholar does not want to be greedy for life. As the commander-in-chief Xu Lengzhi can make such a big determination, the following officers and men are naturally determined to fight the wind force here.

This day, in the morning. The sun is shining, the sky is clear, and there is no cloud at all.

More than 30 Mo Bing walked leisurely along the country road near Pufeng. The road is not wide, there are crops on both sides, even a sunshade place can not be found.

These Mo soldiers have no military appearance to speak of. Their helmets are crooked one by one. Many people tear off the collars of their uniforms. But even so, beads of sweat, big as beans, still trickle down their cheeks and necks from time to time.

"Why is it so hot today?" A soldier raised his eyes to the sky, and finally shook his head helplessly. He continued to walk slowly with heavy steps.

Turning a detour, I raised my eyes to go. Not far away, there was a small thatched hut on the roadside. All the Mo soldiers' eyes were the same, and they quickened their pace and walked past.

When I came near, I found that it was a teahouse. The boss was an old man, and there was a little girl of 14 or 5 years old beside her. It looked like a grandson and a grandson.

Seeing these soldiers, the old man trotted out and said with a smile, "are you thirsty? Quick, quick, quick. Please come inside. The shop has tea and watermelon

The little girl came out with her bright big eyes blinking and blinking, curiously looking at these Mo Bing, whose military appearance was decadent and careless.

The Mo soldiers looked beyond the old man and the little girl and looked into the thatched shed. They didn't see anything else, but saw the watermelon piled in the corner. All agreed to swallow their saliva. One of the well-looking Mo Bing touched his chest armor. After a while, he took out his hand and said with a wry smile: "old man, we're out on patrol, but we don't have any money on us, so we still don't go in." with that, he waved to his companions, indicating that they should go.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money. It's up to you who are soldiers to call. Come in and sit down. I'll invite you to tea."

"How could that be so good?" Another Mo Bing said with a dry smile. That is to say, but the foot has been out of control into the teahouse.

When one person took the lead, the others were no longer polite and walked into the teahouse one after another.

They are more than 30 people, all of a sudden, the small tea shed full. The old man was very warm, greeting the little girl, and asked her to deliver the tea bowl and pour the tea. The old man himself picked out a few big watermelons, cut them into dozens of pieces and gave them to all Mo Bing.

Under the scorching sun, people have already been thirsty for a long time. Now there are tea and watermelons. How can they still pretend to be reserved? Several Mo soldiers only took two or three mouthfuls of watermelons and ate most of the watermelons. They almost chewed off a piece of the skin of the melon. Another Mo Bing drank the tea from the tea bowl at one breath, which was hot enough to fan his tongue.

Seeing this, the little girl couldn't help laughing. The old man was also trying to persuade him: "slow down! We all slow down, if not enough, there are a lot of tea and watermelon in the shop

"Oh, old man, thank you so much." The good-looking Mo Bing stood up, bowed to the old man and said, "my brothers are really thirsty and tired. If there is any disrespect, the old man should be more considerate."

"It's very kind of you, Junye"

just at this time, a line of motorcades was walking in the south of the tea shed. There were about ten carriages, including people in coarse clothes and linen, and soldiers with bright helmets on both sides.

Seeing this, Mo Bing in the teahouse frowned at the same time. Then, people put down their tea bowls and leftover watermelons, picked up weapons and filed out from the teahouse.

More than 30 Mo soldiers stopped on the road and waited for the motorcade to approach. One of them stepped forward two steps, raised his hand, and said in a deep voice, "stop, what's the matter?" The man's Breastplate has a distinctive print, apparently a captain.The motorcade stopped slowly, and Mo Bing, who was guarding the car, stepped forward quickly and looked at the leader of Mo Bing in front of him.

It seems that the other party is in his twenties. His skin is white and smooth. When he looks at his face, he has sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and his nose is high and straight. He is British, introverted and beautiful. He can be called a rare beautiful man.

The team leader of Mo Bing came to him and said, "we are transporting grain to the county."

"Is there a document?" The handsome young man had no expression and asked coldly.

Don't dare to know that the leader should not be slighted

With these words, he reached into his arms, took out a volume of official documents and handed it to the handsome young man. The latter took it, looked down, and confirmed that the signature and seal were correct. Then he rolled up the document, but did not return it to the other party, but directly put it into his arms.

"Hello! What are you doing, brother? " The Mo Bing captain's face suddenly changed, and he reached for the wrist of the handsome young man.

Suddenly, the feeling of seizing the young man's heart suddenly swept through his heart.

He could not help but scream and looked down again. He did not know when there was a crescent shaped machete in the hand of the beautiful young man. What was more strange was that the machete was still burning black flame. At this time, most of the blade had not entered his chest.

This is the last scene that Captain Mo Bing saw. His eyes slowly lost their charm with fright, fear and incomprehension. At the same time, the fog of white flowers came out of his body.

The death of leader Mo Bing is just the beginning of the killing. More than 30 Mo soldiers, who came along the same road with the handsome young people, fell dead on the grain soldiers and the people who had not yet reflected what was going on.

Although they are not well-dressed and have no military appearance to speak of, they are not ordinary soldiers and soldiers. They have steel knives in their hands and kill people like cutting vegetables.

More than a dozen of Mo soldiers who pressed grain and 20 people who transported grain became ghosts under their swords in an instant.

Scarlet blood had soaked the ground, and the broken bodies were lying under the carriage. It is hard to imagine that more than 30 fresh lives have become incomplete flesh and blood in a blink of an eye.

Looking at what happened in front of them, the old man and the little girl in the tea house on the road were so frightened that they stood up and did not dare to move. They shivered suddenly.

"Old people don't have to be afraid. They are spies!" The good-looking Mo Bing came to the old man and grinned in good faith. But before he finished speaking, a flash of lightning flashed from his side and went directly into the old man's chest.

The old man blinked his eyes blankly, but he fell down on the beach. The blood flowed from his chest and dyed his ragged clothes red. A machete went deep into the old man's chest. It was a fatal one.

"Lotte, what are you talking about with him?" The handsome young man came over and said without expression: "he saw everything here, and he can't stay."

Hearing the speech, the well-looking young man immediately lowered his head and whispered, "yes! King

"Ah" the little girl finally came to her senses and looked at her grandfather who fell at her feet and screamed.

The beautiful young man bent down, drew the machete from the old man and waved it aside. The girl's voice stopped abruptly. The blade of the knife cut her throat mercilessly. However, there was no blood flowing out this time, but the mist rose into the air.

After shaking the bloodstain on the blade, the handsome young man put the knife into the scabbard, then raised his head and inhaled the floating spirit mist into his body.

These people are not Mo Bing, but their enemies.

The most beautiful young man was Tang Yin, the king of wind. Along with him were a-san-a-si, Cheng Jin, Letian and 30 secret archers. Their purpose here is to wait for the grain delivery team of Mo state, kill all of them, and then disguise and mix into the city.

As for the old man and the little girl in the teahouse, it was an accident. However, since they met each other, they could only be regarded as bad luck. Tang Yin would never bury himself with a hidden danger of his identity at any time. Or it's cruel, it's cold, but that's his way of doing things.

"Get rid of the bodies, clean up the scene, and don't leave any trouble." Tang Yin went to the corner of the wall, grabbed a watermelon, and then flew to the counter and smashed it with his fist. He turned a blind eye to the corpses inside and outside the teahouse and ate it without any influence.

The dark arrow always works very fast. He dug a big hole on the road, threw all the corpses into the pit and buried them with earth. Others brought new soil to cover the blood on the ground carefully. Soon, the scene was cleaned up, leaving no trace, as if the bloody massacre had never happened.

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