Chapter 167: Mu Qingge is not a waste (1)

Yicheng, the northwestern edge of Qin State.
This is a dead city in a crack. It is neighboring Tu Guo, which has been hostile to Qin for generations, and on the right is the fierce Qinling Mountain. At night, you can hear the roar of the beasts in the Qinling Mountains.
Tu Guo and Qinling Mountains sandwiched Yicheng. The Mu's army stationed here should not only pay attention to the changes in Qinling Mountains, but also always pay attention to the changes in Tu Guo.
Such a military powerhouse was turned into a barren land because of Qin Huang's suspicion.
Here, there are no people, most of them are exiled with sin, serving as military slaves in the Mu's army.
In Yicheng, all living resources depend on the constant supply of basic living supplies from Luodumu Mansion. Such a place is the fief of the Mu family.
When Mu Qingge knew that her fief was such a ghost place for the first time, she really wanted to pat the emperor Lao'er on the head and asked: "The emperor bitch, why are you embarrassed?"
Thanks to Mu Xiong being a tolerant, he was able to endure it for ten to twenty years.
People have fiefs, and they all scrape away the people's fat and the people's ointment from the fiefs, and they are rich and rich. And where are they Mufu? Not only can't increase taxes from the fief, but also have to lose money.
There are no city fairs in the ancestral city, only military villages and fortresses.
On the steep cliffs of the Qinling Mountains, the fort built against the mountain is the City Lord’s Mansion. It is also the command center of Mu Jiajun.
To the west of Wubao, you can see the landscape of Tu Guo, and beyond the winding city wall on the right is the Qinling beastland that humans dare not approach.
At this moment, the roars and roars of countless orcs resounded over the entire Yicheng. There is blood everywhere in the air. Inside and outside the city walls, blood stained the earth, with broken limbs and pieces of meat everywhere.
Fire light, blood light, set off each other, turning Yicheng into a on earth.
The smoke billowed, the war was endless, and the loud horn suddenly sounded and echoed over the city of Yi.
I can't remember how many times the beasts attacked, and gradually receded. Grasping this rare gap, the Mu's army of Yicheng held the weapon with a gap in his hand and sat on the cold ground to rest against the city wall.
In the cooking camp in charge of logistics, the two carried a bamboo basket and distributed the cooking cakes one by one.
However, what was sent to the soldiers was not a complete cooking cake. It is divided into two, and one person is only half.
Looking at the pancakes that they had slapped in their hands, some soldiers held back the anger in their hearts and swallowed. Some, angrily squeeze the cooking cake, so that it will become one with the blood in the palm.
They fought bravely on the front line, but they couldn't fill their stomachs.
what is this!
In their hearts, anger, aggrieved, sad, their various negative emotions, all came like a tide. If they hadn't stood there with the figure they admired in their hearts, they would have stopped doing it.
Suddenly, on the battlefield that became silent because of the truce, there was the sound of horseshoes.
This caused the exhausted and hungry Mu's army to stand up and crowd on the wall to look out. This is the horse of the messenger and their hope.
Beneath the high city wall, a dusty messenger staggered and dismounted, daring not to stop for a moment, and rushed towards the city head towards the mountainside dock.
Thousands of soldiers in the Mu's army were silent, watching him leave, with hope in their eyes.
"Report--!"
The messenger shouted all the way and entered the army command post in the castle.
Mu Xiong, who was studying tactics, suddenly raised his head and looked at the messenger running in from the gate. Because of the excessive movement, the mighty armor on his body collided, and the sound of metal sounded.