Vol 2 Chapter 132:

(Literature m) Chapter 132
In the grain storehouse of the Fengjun camp, all bags of grain were piled up. Gu Fengxin waved his knife across the hand and opened two rice bags, and the white flowered rice immediately flowed out of it.
Seeing this, the ancient style confirmed that this is the place where the wind army hoards grain. Yeah, he yelled, "Pour oil, burn me!"
He gave an order, and the soldiers who had already prepared Tiger Squadrons flocked up, and poured all the oil they brought into the grain storehouse of the army.
After pouring the oil, Gu Feng lowered himself and took the torch from a soldier, squinting his eyes to look at the wind army granary, and he was about to throw the torch into it.
At this moment, someone on the side suddenly shouted, "Mo Zeixiu is going crazy, Wu Guanglai too!"
The ancient style was stunned first, then the corners of his mouth were raised high, and his heart laughed secretly. Wu Guanglai came quickly, but unfortunately he was one step behind! He didn't delay, he threw the torch in his hand into the grain storehouse of the army, then turned the horse's head, and yelled at his horses, "Brothers, follow me!"
The Tigers came fast, and they went fast. After igniting the wind army grain depot, Wan Yu ran back to the original road. After hearing the news, Wu Guang refused to let them go, urging the horse to keep up, and roaring while running. At this time, a small group of wind army had gathered together, blocking the way of the tiger army, trying to trap them in the wind army camp.
However, the number of wind forces gathered was too small to constitute a barrier to the Tigers. When the Tigers 'cavalry rushed over, the Winds were frightened to dodge, but they slowed the speed of the Tigers' breakthrough Come down.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Guang immediately caught up with the end of the tiger's army, the sword smashed open, even chopped and chopped, killing dozens of riders in one go.
Seeing his brothers falling under Wu Guang's knife one by one, Gu Feng roared, turned the horse's head, and returned to fight with Wu Guang.
The scene was chaotic and the space was narrow. Both of them could not perform, but the two of them were very fiercely fighting. Both of the spirit knives fought fast and flipped up and down. You come and go.
Regardless of the ancient style being 50 years old, but the fierce vigor is not weaker than the young and strong guy, its spirit is even better, a sword in his hand, waving tigers to create wind, dripping water.
If he meets a general in general, it doesn't matter, but this time he meets Wu Guang, one of the four great generals of Fengguo.
The two battled for more than 20 strokes, Wu Guang seized the gap, 唰, 唰, 唰, and made three consecutive strikes to the upper, middle, and lower of the ancient style. Gu Feng shuddered and tried his best to block. He reluctantly took Wu Guang's upper and middle knives, but the one that could go down the road couldn't stop him. .
Just listening to the sound of sand, Wu Guang's spirit knife swept from the left side of the horse's neck, and took it with him, picking up a large four-inch long mouth. The war horse is painful and grotesque, and the two front feet are also raised high. Thanks to the antiquated response and rich experience, the war horse's reins are pulled in time, while the legs are tightly clamped on the horse's belly. It is impossible to continue.
He managed to stabilize the war horse, and Wu Guang's sword came to his mind. Wu Guang, who was so secretive, was shocked by Gu Feng's cold sweat. He leaned sideways, and although he opened the top of his head, his shoulder was severely chopped by Wu Guang's dagger.
Click! The spirit armor on his shoulder shattered, and the blade of the blade was deeply embedded in his shoulder. The old man screamed in pain, using his full strength, waved the sword to open Wu Guang's spirit knife, and then he ran away without fighting.
Wu Guang refused to let him go, and shouted, "Where does Mo Zei want to flee?" Then, with a single knife, he chased after him.
Seeing that Gu Feng was seriously injured, blood was dripping from his shoulders, and half of his body was almost dyed red. The hundreds of Mo Jun around him had red eyes. Regardless, they met Wu Guang and stopped him.
How can these ordinary Mo Jun be Wu Guang's opponents? The latter released spiritual chaos and wind. With only one Lingwu skill, more than a hundred Mo Jun fell by half with people and horses.
The remaining Mo Jun was not scared back, but rushed to Wu Guang, and the lances stabbed him at the vital points.
"You look for death!" Wu Guang waved his sword, emptied the sky, and Lingbo blasted out. The number of riders who rushed to the front was swept by his Lingbo. People screamed and turned over and fell off. Then, Wu Guang He also released cross-cutting and soul-hunting stabs in succession, sweeping all the Mo cavalry rushing down, but looking up at the ancient style, where is his figure? Already fled with the main force of the Tigers.
This stealing camp by the Tigers was unexpectedly attacked and unprepared to attack. The Fengfeng Army was caught off guard, with little loss and casualties less than a thousand rides. However, it successfully burned the wind army's grain depot, and the menacing Plains Army suddenly fell into no food. The dilemma can be described as a great success.
When the ancient style withdrew back to the Huying Army camp, Nanyan personally went out to greet him.
At this time, the wind camp on the opposite side was almost red in the sky. The wind was strange this night, and the fire spread quickly and beyond imagination. The ancient wind led the army to light the wind army's grain depot, but the fire was chasing around by the wind, and the surrounding camps were slammed, and then spread to other places. Now, the wind camp is in flames, and it is a mess.
The situation of the Fengjun camp was clearly seen in the south, and his face couldn't help showing his joy. When he saw the ancient style covered with blood and pale, his smile swept away, and he hurried forward, Gu Feng, who was almost about to plant war horses, was firmly supported, and said hurriedly, "The old general is injured ?!" Before Gu Feng answered, he shouted, "Medical doctor! Find a medical doctor!"
Although Gu Feng was severely injured, he was still awake. He looked up in the direction of the wind camp with difficulty, his face muscles twitched, showing a stiff smile, and then said weakly, "The general ... the end will not insult the mission. ... has successfully ignited the wind army grain depot ...
The generals of Nanyan and the Tigers and Tigers joined forces to put down the ancient style, and the former said with ease: "The old general has worked hard! In the eyes of the handsome, the old general has beaten the wind army by thousands!"
Upon hearing this, Gu Feng laughed weakly and said, "The generals have been wounded for more than 30 years. They have suffered no more than a hundred injuries, minor injuries, and no end to the lives of the generals ..." Eyes turned white and passed out.
Frightened, Nanyan shouted again, "Medical doctor! Why hasn't the medic arrived yet?"
At this time, Nanyan was happy even if he was anxious. After all, the ancient style successfully burned the wind army's grain depot. To his own side, it was like a winning ticket. As long as he stared at the movement of the wind army, he took the ace of the wind country. The annihilation of the Legion Plains is no problem.
He thought that the current Fengjun must have been burned by the fire set by his own side, but in fact, it was not the case at all.
In the wind camp, there was no fire fighting in the roots of the wind army, but the fanning wind was everywhere. Under the orders of Xiao Muqing, the generals of the Plains held torches and set fire everywhere, occasionally lighting a camp account. If viewed from the outside, the wind camp really seemed to be caught in a sea of ​​fire.
And the grain storehouse lit by the ancient style is not the real grain storehouse of Fengjun, it is just a cover. The rice bags outside are filled with real grain, and the piled up inside are all weeds and firewood.
All these were laid out by Xiao Muqing. He also calculated that the enemy's time to steal the battalion was urgent and it was impossible to investigate too carefully. It can be said that every action of the Tiger King Army was counted by him, or that the reason why the Tiger King Army would come to steal the camp was completely confused by Xiao Muqing.
Obviously he was showing the show to the Hu Hujun opposite, but one of his camps was turned into ashes, and the generals couldn't bear it. Wu Guang came to Xiao Muqing, frowning and said, "General Xiao, our army has burned down more than a hundred camps. I think this is enough to confuse the Tigers and Army, can we stop here?"
Feng Guo's money has been very tight. In Wu Guang's eyes, where Xiao Muqing is burning is the camp account, but the silver money.
Xiao Muqing laughed and said, "As long as you can win, what are the tents of the battalions?" Talking, he pointed to the Huying Army and asked: "General Wu knows behind the Huying Army camp. What city is it? Golden Stone City! The domestically produced gold is heavy! I do n’t know how much gold and silver are hoarded in the city. As long as our army can defeat the Tigers and Army and break through Golden Stone City, this loss tonight can be recaptured ten times.
That's what it says ~ EbookFREE.me ~ But the question is, can your side defeat the Tigers? Will he be able to break through the stone city? Wu Guang had no idea at all.
However, Xiao Muqing was full of confidence. His confidence was not born for no reason, but he had seen that the tiger army was digging into the trap he had designed.
The fire in the wind camp gradually extinguished until dawn and dawn. The wind camp that was settled was dismal, there were blue smoke everywhere, and there were burnt tents. Fortunately, the camp defense was still intact. Don't worry that the tigers will come here attack.
On the other side, Nanyan has ordered the entire army to be ready for the offensive at any time. In his view, the wind army ’s food and grass have been lost, and the army of 100,000 troops has lost their rations. The army ’s heart will be chaotic. It is a matter of time to be forced to retreat. The Lord's Wind Army is no different from the mustard.
Now he was waiting, just waiting for Feng Jun to withdraw.
In addition, he was somewhat surprised that he waited for a day, and the camp was calm and calm, without any intention to withdraw. Nanyan has the patience to continue to wait, but the generals below can't wait. Now the Fengjun camp has been burned with scars, the forage and grass are bad, and the morale is low. When do you wait for no offense? Literature m