Vol 2 Chapter 405:

Chapter 405
Xiao Muqing used Peng Cheng's rebellion to capture Chilong Altar, a border town in the west of Mozambique, which not only opened the portal of Mozambique for the Jade Army, but also allowed the country to occupy the entire territory of Surabaya. -
Surabaya's fall was a heavy blow to Mok. The western barrier has disappeared. Now, only Xu Lengzhi is left to stand alone in Haowan County.
Nie Ze's speculation is correct. Xu Lengzhi indeed withdrew all his main force of Mo Jun to the county town of Pufeng, Haowan County. More than 600,000 troops eat and drink every day. The grain and grass consumed is an astronomical figure. .
The county's own food storage alone is far from being able to supply the food and drink of many people.
This requires the collection of food and grass from surrounding towns. At the same time, Xu Lengzhi also relocated the people in Pufeng City on a large scale. The county town, which originally had hundreds of thousands of people, was sharp in a few days. It was reduced to 50,000 people, and it was all light and strong labor.
Xu Lengzhi has made preparations for a long-term battle in Pufeng and Fengjun. He knows very well that Pufeng is related to the life and death of Haowan County, and Haowan County is related to the security of the capital. Judging from the current war, Pufeng is the most important city apart from the capital city, and it must not be lost.
On the day he settled in Pufeng, he made a gesture to his generals. There were people in the city, and there were people in the city. He vowed to coexist with Pufeng and never retreat.
There will be a mortal heart, and there is no greed for life. As the head coach Xu Lengzhi was able to make such a big determination, the following soldiers naturally settled down, ready to fight against the wind army here.
That day, noon. The sun is shining, the sky is clear and the sky is cloudless.
More than thirty Mo Bing leisurely walked on the country road near Pufeng. The road is not wide, there are crop fields on both sides, and there is no place to hide from the sun.
These Mo Bings have no military appearance, one helmet is crooked, and many people tear apart the collar of the military uniform, but even so, the sweat beads of Douda 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, and finally shook his head helplessly, dragging his heavy footwork forward slowly.
Turning around a detour, taking the current direction, there is a small thatched shed on the side of the road not far away, and the eyes of all the soldiers are all bright, and they speed up the pace and walk over.
When I came near, I found out that this is a tea shed. The boss is an old lady, and beside him is a 14- or 5-year-old girl who looks like grandpa and grandson.
When I saw the many soldiers, the old man ran and trot out, and said with a smile on his face: "Your military grandfather is thirsty? Fast, fast, fast, please, there is tea and watermelon in the shop. . "
The little girl also followed, blinking brightly and blinking, and curiously looked at these mob soldiers who were dying and dumb.
The eyes of the Mo soldiers crossed the old woman and the little girl, and looked into the thatched shed. If they didn't see anything, they saw the watermelon piled in the corner. Everyone swallowed saliva in unison. One of the good-looking Mo Bing touched his breastplate. After a while, he pulled his hand out and said with a bitter smile: "Old man, we went out to patrol, we didn't bring any money, or ... we still do n’t go in ... "Then he waved to his left and right companions, signalling that everyone was leaving.
"It doesn't matter if you don't bring any money. Now the wind is calling, it's all up to you as soldiers, come in and sit, and the old man invites all the military grandpas to have tea."
"Then ... how can I be embarrassed?" Another Mo Bing spoke with a smile. That's the way to say it, but your feet have gone uncontrollably into the tea shed.
One person took the lead, the others were no longer polite, and went into the tea shed one after another.
They were in their thirties, and the little tea shed was full. The old lady was very enthusiastic. She greeted the little girl and asked her to hand over a tea bowl and pour tea again. The old man himself picked out several large watermelons, cut them into tens of pieces, and distributed them to Mo Bing.
Under the scorching sun, everyone has already gone dry, and now there are teas and watermelons. Where can I hold them? A few Mo Bing ate only half or two of them, and they ate most of the watermelon, almost even the peel He also chopped off a piece, and Mo Bing drank the tea in the tea bowl in a single breath, scalding his tongue.
When the little girl saw this, she couldn't help but chuckled and laughed. The old sister also persuaded: "Slow down! Everyone slow down, if not enough, there is still a lot of tea and watermelon in the shop."
"Ah, old man, thank you so much." The good-looking Mo Bing stood up, bowed to the old man, and said, "My brothers are too thirsty and tired. Be considerate. "
"Grandpa is so polite ..."
At this time, a convoy was walking south of the tea shed. There were about ten carriages. The people on both sides were people wearing coarse linen and soldiers with helmets and bright armors.
Seeing this, Mo Bing in the tea shed was frowning. Then, people put down the tea bowl and leftover watermelons one after another, took up their weapons, and drove out from the tea shed.
More than thirty Mo Bing stopped at the road, and when the convoy approached, one of them took two steps forward, raised his hand, and cried out in a deep voice: "Stop, what?" The print is obviously a captain.
The convoy stopped slowly, and Mo Bing from the ambulance hurried forward, looking at the Captain Mo Bing who was standing in front of him.
Looking at him, the other person looks like he is in his twenties. His skin is fair and smooth. Looking at his face, his eyes are raised, his nose is tall, his personality is restrained, his appearance is abnormal, and he is a rare beautiful man.
Captain Mo Bing of the team came to him and said, "We are transporting grain to the county."
"Can there be text?" The handsome young man asked blankly, coldly.
I don't know what they are about, the Captain Mo Bing dare not neglect, and nodded, "Yes!"
Speaking, reaching into his arms, he took out a roll of documents and handed them to the handsome young man. The latter took it, looked down roughly, and confirmed that the signature and seal were correct. He just rolled up the official document, but did not return it to the other party, but directly took it into his arms.
"Hey! Brother, what are you doing?" Captain Mo Bing's face changed suddenly, reaching out to grab the handsome young man's wrist.
However, the moment he grasped the handsome young man's wrist, he suddenly felt a cold on his chest, and then, a deep pain swept through him.
He screamed involuntarily and looked down. The handsome young man did not know when an extra moon-shaped scimitar was added to his hand. What was even more strange was that the scimitar was still burning with a black flame. At this time, most of the blade was already Submerged in his chest.
This is the last scene that Captain Mo Bing saw. His eyes slowly lost his charm with horror, fear, and perplexity, and finally turned to death gray. At the same time, the mist of Baihuahua emerged from his body.
The death of Captain Mo Bing is just the beginning of the killing. More than thirty Mo Bing came along with the handsome young men, and smashed their hands against the grain-press soldiers and the people who had not yet reacted.
Don't look at them, their military uniforms are not uniform, there is no military appearance at all, but everyone is not comparable to ordinary soldiers and soldiers, one by one steel knife in hand, killing people is like cutting vegetables.
More than a dozen grain-pressing Mo Bings and twenty grain-carrying people became their ghosts in a split second.
Scarlet blood soaked the ground, and the shattered corpse was standing under the carriage. It's hard to imagine that more than thirty live lives would become incomplete flesh in the blink of an eye.
Looking at everything that happened, the old lady and the little girl in the tea shed on the side of the road were frightened, stood up there, dare not move, and stunned suddenly.
"The old people don't have to be afraid, they are spies!" The good-looking Mo Bing came to Lao Xun and smiled kindly, but before he finished speaking, an electric light flashed from his side and went straight into the Lao Xuan Chest.
The old man blinked blankly, but his body fell down softly, and the blood flowed out of his chest, stained with shabby clothes. A machete was inserted deep into Lao's chest, a fatal knife.
"Rakuten, what are you talking about with him?" The handsome young man came over and said blankly, "He saw everything here, and he must not stay."
When the young man looked right, he immediately bowed his head and whispered, "Yes! King!"
"Ah-" The little girl finally came back, looking at the grandfather who had fallen under her feet, and screamed heartbreakingly.
The handsome young man bent down, took out the machete from the old man's body, waved his hand to the side, the girl's cry stopped abruptly, and the cold blade cut open her throat relentlessly, but this time there was no blood. Outflow, but the mist rose into the air.
The blood of the knife was thrown away ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The handsome young man retracted the knife into the sheath, then raised his head and sucked the floating spirit mist into the body.
They are not Mo Bing, but Mo Bing's deadly opponent.
The handsome young man headed by it is Wind King Tang Yin, along with him are A San A Si, Cheng Jin, Lotte, and thirty Dark Arrow personnel. Their purpose here was to wait for the Mozambican food delivery team, kill it, and then disguise and mix into the city.
As for the old lady and the little girl in the tea shed, it was an accident, but since they were touched, they can only be counted as unlucky. Tang Yin will never bury himself a hidden danger that may reveal his identity at any time. Or cruel and cold, but this is his style of doing things.
"Take away the corpse, clean the scene, don't leave any trouble." Tang Yin walked to the corner, grabbed a watermelon, then flew to the counter, smashed his fist, and turned a blind eye to the corpse inside and outside the tea shed , Stuttered completely unaffected.
The dark arrow has always done things quickly. A large pit was dug by the roadside. All the corpses were thrown into the pit and filled with soil. Another person brought in new soil and carefully covered the blood on the ground. Soon, the site was cleaned and dried. It was clean, leaving no trace of it, as if the slaughter just never happened.