V2.Chapter 405

Xiao MuQing took advantage of Peng Cheng's defection to capture chilongtan, an important border town in the west of Mozambique, which not only opened the door of Mozambique for the jade army, but also made the Fengguo naturally occupy the whole territory of Sishui county.

The defeat of Surabaya county was a heavy blow to Mo state, and the Western barrier had disappeared. Now, only Xu Lengzhi is 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 the Mozambican army under his command to Pufeng, the county city of Haowan county. More than 600000 troops eat and drink every day, and the amount of food and grass consumed is astronomical.

Relying solely on the grain hoarding of the county and city itself is far from being able to supply the food and drink of many people.

At the same time, Xu Lengzhi also relocated the people in Pufeng city on a large scale. In the county city with hundreds of thousands of people, in just a few days, the people in the city were sharply reduced to more than 50000, and they were all light and strong labor.

Xu Lengzhi is ready for a long-term battle between Pufeng and Fengjun. He is very clear in his heart that Pufeng is related to the life and death of Haowan County, which is related to the safety of the capital. According to the current war, Pufeng is the most important city except duchengjiang, and there must be no loss.

On the day he was stationed in Pufeng, he expressed his attitude to his generals. The city is where people are, and people die in the city. He vowed to live or die with Pufeng and will never shrink back.

There will be a will to die, and the scholar has no desire to live. As the commander-in-chief, Xu Lengzhi can make such a great determination. Naturally, the following soldiers are all united and ready to fight to the death with the wind army here.

This day, morning. The sun shines high, the sky is clear, and there are no clouds at a glance.

More than 30 Mo soldiers walked leisurely on the country road near Pufeng. The road is not wide. There are crops on both sides. You can't even find a place to shade from the sun.

These Mo soldiers have no military appearance. Their helmets are crooked one by one. Many people tear off the collar of their military uniforms, but even so, bean sized sweat beads still flow down their cheeks and necks from time to time.

"Why is it so hot today?" A soldier raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. Finally, he shook his head reluctantly and continued to walk slowly with heavy steps.

Turning a detour and raising their eyes, there was a small thatched shed on the side of the road not far away. The eyes of the Mo soldiers were the same, and they accelerated their pace and walked past.

When I came near, I found that it was a tea shed. The boss was an old man and was followed by a 14-year-old girl. It looked like a couple of masters and grandchildren.

Seeing many soldiers coming, the old man trotted out and said with a smile: "you military masters are thirsty? Come on, come on, come on, please. There are both tea and watermelon in the shop."

The little girl followed, blinking and blinking brightly and curiously at these decadent and careless Mo soldiers.

The soldiers looked over the old man and the little girl and looked inside the thatched shed. They didn't see anything else, but saw the watermelon piled in the corner of the wall. They all swallowed their saliva at the same time. One of the decent looking Mo Bing touched his chest armor. After a while, he took his hand out and said with a bitter smile: "old man, we came out to patrol and didn't bring any money with us, so we still... Still don't go in..." as he said, he waved to his left and right companions, indicating that they'd better go.

"What's the matter with no money? Now it's all up to you soldiers to call. Come in and sit down. I'll invite you to tea."

"Well... How interesting is that?" Another Mo Bing spoke with a dry smile. That's what I said, but I walked into the teahouse uncontrollably.

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

More than thirty of them packed the small tea shed at once. The old man was very warm. He greeted the little girl and asked her to hand over the tea bowl and pour tea. The old man himself picked out several big watermelons, cut them into dozens of pieces and gave them to the mobing.

Under the scorching sun, the people had been thirsty for a long time. Now there are tea and watermelon. How can they be reserved? Several Mo soldiers ate most of the watermelon in just three or two bites, and almost chewed off a piece of the melon skin. In addition, Mo Bing drank the tea in the tea bowl in one breath, which was so hot that he slapped his tongue.

Seeing this, the little girl couldn't help laughing. The old man also urged: "slow down! Everyone slow down. If it's not enough, there are still a lot of tea and watermelon in the shop."

"Oh, old man, thank you so much." The decent looking Mo Bing stood up, bowed to the ground and said, "my brothers are really thirsty and tired. There are some impoliteness. The old man should be more considerate."

"Jun Ye is so polite..."

At this time, a convoy of about ten carriages came to the south of the teahouse. There were both civilians dressed in coarse 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 the tea bowl and leftover watermelon, picked up weapons and rushed out of the teahouse.

More than 30 Mo soldiers stopped on the road. When the motorcade approached, one of them stepped forward two steps, raised his hand and shouted in a deep voice, "stop, what are you doing?" The man's Breastplate has obvious printing, which is obviously a captain.

The motorcade stopped slowly, and Mo Bing, who protected the car, stepped forward quickly and looked at the Mo Bing captain in front.

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

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

"Is there a document?" The handsome young man asked coldly without expression.

I don't know what they came from. The captain of Mo Bing didn't dare to neglect. He nodded and said, "yes!"

Then he reached into his arms, took out a document 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! Brother, what are you doing?" The captain Mo Bing's face changed and reached out to grasp the handsome young man's wrist.

However, the moment he grabbed the handsome young man's wrist, he suddenly felt a cold in front of his chest, and then the sharp pain swept through his heart.

He screamed involuntarily and looked down again. The handsome young man didn't know when to add a waning moon shaped machete to his hand. What's more strange is that the machete still burns a black flame. At this time, most of the body of the machete has disappeared into his chest.

This was the last scene that Captain Mo Bing saw. His eyes slowly lost their charm with horror, fear and confusion, and finally turned into dead gray. At the same time, the white fog came out from his body.

The death of Captain Mo Bing is only the beginning of the killing. More than 30 Mo soldiers who came along with the handsome young people rushed up and laid a dead hand on the grain pressing soldiers and the people who had not yet reacted to what was going on.

Although they are not well dressed and have no military appearance, everyone is not comparable to ordinary soldiers. With steel knives in hand, killing is like cutting vegetables.

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

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

Looking at what was happening in front of them, the old man and the little girl in the roadside teahouse were stunned and stood up. They didn't dare to move, and their bodies trembled suddenly.

"Don't be afraid, old people. They are all spies!" The decent looking Mo Bing came to the old man and smiled kindly, but before he finished, an electric light flashed from his side and directly into the old man's chest.

The old man blinked blankly, but his body fell down softly. The blood gurgled out of his chest and dyed his worn-out clothes red. A machete was deeply inserted into the old man's chest. It was a fatal knife.

"Lotte, what are you talking about with him?" The handsome young man came over and said expressionless, "he saw everything here and must not stay."

Hearing the speech, the young man with correct appearance immediately lowered his head and whispered, "yes, king!"

"Ah -" the little girl finally recovered, looked at her grandfather who fell at her feet and screamed.

The handsome young man bent down, took out the machete from the old man, waved it aside, and the little girl's cry stopped abruptly. The cold blade cut her throat mercilessly, but this time there was no blood, but the fog rose into the air.

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

These people are not Mo Bing, but Mo Bing's sworn enemies.

The handsome young man headed by Tang Yin, the king of the wind, was accompanied by ah San, ah Si, Cheng Jin, Lotte and 30 hidden arrows. Their purpose here is to wait for the grain delivery team of Mozambique, kill them all, and then disguise and sneak into the city.

As for the old man and the little girl in the teahouse, it was an accident, but since they met them, they could only be regarded as unlucky. Tang Yin would never bury a hidden danger that could expose his identity at any time. Or very cruel, very cold, but this is his style of doing things.

"Get rid of the bodies and clean up the scene. Don't leave any trouble." Tang Yin went to the corner, grabbed a watermelon, then flew to the counter, smashed it with his fist, turned a blind eye to the bodies inside and outside the teahouse, and ate it completely unaffected.

Hidden arrows always work very fast. They dug a big pit on the side of the road, threw all the bodies into the pit and buried them with earth. Others brought new soil and covered the blood on the ground carefully. Soon, the scene was cleaned clean without leaving any trace, as if the bloody massacre had never happened just now.