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C1293

Xiao Muqing used Peng Cheng's betrayal to take over the Red Dragon Altar s at the western border of the Mo Country in one go. This not only opened the Mo Country door, it also allowed the Feng Country to take over all of the areas in the entire Sishui County.

The loss of Sishui County was a heavy blow to Mo Country and the Western Barrier had already been eliminated. Now, only Xu Leng Qi was left at Haowan County, supporting the overall situation on his own.

Xu Leng Qi's speculations were not wrong. He had indeed withdrawn all of the main force of his Mo Army to the Provincial Capital of his subordinates. With an army of more than six hundred thousand profound practitioners, they had to eat and drink everyday.

Relying only on Provincial Capital's hoarding of food, it was far from enough to provide food and drinks to these many people.

At the same time, Xu Leng Qi had also relocated the citizens within the Pufeng City to a large scale outside. The Provincial Capital of the originally several hundred thousand citizens had decreased to a total of fifty thousand in just a few days, and it was all to no avail.

Xu Leng Qi had already made preparations for a long-term battle in the Pufeng s, he was very clear in his heart that Pufeng was related to the life and death of the Haowan County and Haowan County was also related to the safety of the capital. Looking at the current battle, Pufeng was the most important town other than the capital's Zhenjiang, so it absolutely could not be scattered.

Since the day he had entered Pufeng, he had already expressed his intentions to his subordinates. With the existence of the city and the people of the city, he had sworn an oath to live and die with the Pufeng and would not retreat even half a step.

He will have the will to die, and no greed for life. For Xu Leng Qi, the main marshal, to have such great determination, the soldiers below naturally steeled their hearts as well, and prepared to fight to the death with here.

On this day, in the morning. The scorching sun was high in the sky and the sky was clear without a single cloud in sight.

Over thirty Mo Soldier were leisurely walking on a small road in the countryside near the Pufeng. The road was not wide. There were fields on both sides of the road. There was not even a place to shelter from the sun or the summer heat.

Many of them tore off the collars of their military uniforms, but even so, bean-sized beads of sweat still flowed down their cheeks and necks from time to time.

"Why is it so hot today?" A soldier raised his eyes to the horizon and finally shook his head helplessly, dragging his heavy feet as he slowly walked forward.

There was a small grass hut on the side of the road that was not far away. The eyes of all the Mo Soldier s lit up as they sped up their pace at the same time and walked over.

When he arrived, he discovered that it was a set of Teahouse. The owner was an old man, and beside him was a fourteen or fifteen year old girl. From the looks of it, she seemed like a grandfather-grandson pair.

Seeing that many soldiers had come, the old man ran out to welcome them, his face full of smiles as he said, "Masters, are you thirsty? "Quick, quick, quick, please come in. There is tea and watermelon in the store."

The little girl also followed him out, blinking her bright big eyes, curiously looking at the decadent and sloppy Mo Soldier.

All of the Mo Soldier s looked past the old lady and the old lady and into the thatched hut. They didn't see anything else but a pile of watermelons in the corner. Everyone simultaneously gulped. One of the well-endowed Mo Soldier touched his breastplate, after a while, he took his hand out and said with a wry smile: "Old man, we're out on patrol, we don't have any money on us, or ? "I better not go in ?" As he spoke, he waved to his companions on his left and right, indicating for them to leave.

"So what if I didn't bring any money? Now that the Windman is calling, it's all because of you soldiers. Come in and have a seat, this old man will treat all of you to tea."

"Then... "How can I be embarrassed about that?" Another person from Mo Soldier laughed dryly as he spoke. Although she said that, her feet had already uncontrollably walked into the Teahouse.

With one person taking the lead, the rest of them no longer held back and walked into the Teahouse one by one.

The thirty over of them filled up the small Teahouse in an instant. The old man was very cordial. He greeted the little girl and had her serve him another bowl of tea and pour him another cup. On the other hand, the old man himself picked out a few large watermelons, cut them into tens of pieces and distributed them among the Mo Soldier s.

There was tea and watermelons, how could they still hold back? With just a few mouthfuls of the Mo Soldier, they had already eaten most of the watermelon, and even a piece of the melon skin had almost been bitten off. With the Mo Soldier, they drank the tea in the tea bowls dry, burning them to the point of flapping their tongues repeatedly.

Seeing this, the little girl could not help but burst out laughing. The old man at her side also continued to advise, "Slow down! Everyone, slow down. If it's not enough, there's still a lot of tea and watermelons in the store. "

"Aiya, old man, thank you so much." That upright looking Mo Soldier stood up, bowed to the old man, and said: "My brothers are truly too thirsty and tired.

"The military elder is too polite ?"

Just then, a group of people walked out from the southern side of Teahouse. Among them, there were around ten carriages or so, and the people that accompanied them on both sides were people wearing coarse clothes, and there were also soldiers with bright helmets.

Seeing that, the Mo Soldier in the center of the room also frowned, following that, they all placed down their tea bowls and leftover watermelons, picked up their weapons, and filed out of the Teahouse.

More than thirty Mo Soldier were blocking the road. When the convoy neared them, one of them took two steps forward, raised his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Halt, what are you doing?" The man's breastplate had a distinct stamp, indicating that he was a captain.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the Mo Soldier guard quickly walked up and sized up the Captain of Mo Army blocking their way.

He looked to be in his twenties, with fair and smooth skin. Looking at his face, his brows were like swords, and his eyes were like tigers.

The Captain of Mo Army in the convoy arrived before him and said: "We are here to transport rations to Provincial Capital."2

"Do you have any documents?" The Handsome Youth asked coldly with an expressionless face.

Not knowing where they came from, the Captain of Mo Army did not dare delay and nodded: "Yes!"

As he said that, he reached into his bosom and took out a scroll, which he handed over to Handsome Youth. The latter took the document and looked at it to confirm that the signature and seal were correct. Then, he rolled up the document. However, he did not return it to the other party. Instead, he put it away in his bosom.

"Hey!" Brother, what are you doing? " Captain of Mo Army's face changed as he grabbed his wrist.

However, the moment he grabbed Handsome Youth's wrist, he suddenly felt a cold feeling in his chest, followed by a heart-wrenching pain.

He could not help but cry out miserably. Lowering his head to look, he saw that a crescent shaped Scimitar had appeared in Handsome Youth's hands, and even stranger was that the Scimitar was burning with black flames. At this moment, most of the blade had already pierced into his chest.

This was the last scene that Captain of Mo Army saw before his eyes. His eyes were filled with horror, fear and puzzlement, as he slowly lost his charm, and in the end, turned deathly gray. At the same time, a white fog emerged from all over his body.

The death of the Captain of Mo Army was only the beginning of the slaughter. More than thirty Mo Soldier cultivators came over from the same path as the Handsome Youth, and rushed over towards the food soldiers and commoners, who had yet to react to what was happening.

Even though their uniforms were untidy and lacked any military bearing, each and every one of them could not be compared to ordinary soldiers. With steel sabers in their hands, killing people was as easy as cutting vegetables.

Dozens of Mo Soldier s and twenty odd people carrying food all became ghosts under their blades in an instant.

Crimson blood stained the ground, and broken corpses were scattered everywhere under the horse carriage. It was hard to imagine that more than thirty fresh lives had turned into incomplete flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.

Seeing everything that was happening before their eyes, the old man and young lady in the Teahouse at the side of the road were all scared silly. They stood there, not daring to move, their bodies abruptly trembling.

"Elder, there is no need to be afraid. They are all spies!" That upright looking Mo Soldier came to the front of the old man and gave him a kind smile, but before he could finish speaking, a streak of lightning flashed past his body, directly entering his chest.

The old man blinked blankly, but his body fell limply to the ground. Blood flowed from his chest, staining his tattered clothes red. A handful of Scimitar stabbed deeply into the old man's chest, like a deadly knife.

"Le Tian, why are you chatting with him?" The Handsome Youth walked over and said expressionlessly: "He has seen everything here, he cannot be left alive."

The good-looking teenager immediately lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Yes! "Great King!"

AHH!

Handsome Youth bent down and pulled out Scimitar s from the old man's body. He casually waved his hand to the side, and the little girl's cries also stopped. The cold blade ruthlessly cut open her throat, but this time there was no blood, it was only mist flying in the air.

Tossing the blood on his blade, Handsome Youth sheathed his blade and raised his head, absorbing the spirit mist into his body.

These people were not some Mo Soldier, but rather the sworn enemies of Mo Soldier.

The one who led the group of Handsome Youth s was none other than Feng King Tang Yin, and beside him were Ah San, Cheng Jin, Le Tian and thirty Hidden Arrow Crew s. Their purpose in coming here was to wait for Mo Country's food delivery party to kill them all. Then, they would disguise themselves and sneak into the city.

As for the old man and young lady inside the Teahouse, it was an accident. But since they had run into each other, it could only be considered bad luck for the two of them. Or cruel, or cruel, but that was his way of doing things.

"Deal with the corpses and clean up the place. Don't leave any trouble." Tang Yin walked to the corner and casually grabbed a watermelon. He then quickly sat on the counter and smashed it into pieces with his fist.

He dug a big hole on the roadside and threw all the corpses into the hole, filling the earth and burying it. Someone else brought new soil and carefully covered the blood stains on the ground. Very quickly, the place was swept clean without leaving any trace, as if the bloody massacre never happened.

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