Chapter 972 Fire

Style: Historical Author: honey grapefruitWords: 2231Update Time: 24/01/12 01:01:15
He didn't have much time to hesitate, Modao Army's offensive was too fierce.

Unlike other soldiers, the golden chainmail he wore was so eye-catching, and in just a blink of an eye, he had already become the target of public criticism.

All the soldiers of Mo Dao Army moved towards him desperately, killing the generals and seizing the flag among the thousands of troops. This was a great achievement!

Coupled with the plate armor on their bodies, they are not afraid of any swords at all.

One by one, they rushed towards Sun Yilong with red eyes. Although the guards around Sun Yilong tried their best to resist, they were unable to resist with courage due to the crushing equipment.

"General, let's go! We can't stop you!"

Two rebel captains rushed to Sun Yilong's side, leading dozens of guards to break out of the encirclement.

"Why are you leaving? My brothers are still resisting desperately. If I leave, will I still be considered a human being?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Sun Yilong regretted them.

Under the offensive of Modao Army, almost no one can block their second move. Their technique is very simple, just a simple slash.

And it is often as powerful as a crazy tiger, and it is all a life-for-life style of play.

But with the turtle shell on their bodies, this style of play became brave and uncast.

The swords in the hands of the rebel soldiers were unable to break through their defenses, so it could only turn into a one-sided massacre.

Even the Huns, who were known for their toughness, had nothing to do against the Mo Dao Army, let alone these rebels who were facing the loess at home not long ago.

"Hahahaha, catch them alive! The first one to succeed will be promoted to the third level and will receive a reward of ten thousand taels!"

Seeing that his side's offensive was overwhelming, Guan Fu was overjoyed.

"kill--"

Following Guan Fu's order, the enthusiasm of the soldiers was further ignited, especially those who had recently joined the Modao Army.

When chatting in the past, listening to the team members talking about their glorious history, all of them were already greedy. Now that they see such a good opportunity in front of them, how could they give up?

If you behead someone at the first level, you can get a public official; if you behead someone at the third level, you can get a high rank; if you behead someone at the tenth level, you can get a hairpin!

The higher the level of beheading required, the higher the level. After the bloody battle on the Great Wall, basically all of these soldiers have reached the threshold of Bu Geng Jue.

It takes 300 levels of beheading to become a doctor, let alone the official or public officials above.

Now as long as they catch this kid, it will be Bai's third-level title, and Zhang Yilong will naturally become a favorite in their eyes.

Seeing everyone rushing toward him, Zhang Yilong suddenly felt cold sweat break out on his back.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Before the captains around him could react, Zhang Yilong had already turned his horse's head towards the darkness and ran to who knows where.

Several captains looked confused. Didn't Shishi just say something bad? Why did he disappear in such a short time?

Looking at the menacing Modao Army soldiers, they could only quickly turn their horses and follow them.

Seeing that the soldiers of Mo Dao Army had just run away with their achievements, all of them were unhappy.

But after all, two legs can't run as fast as four, not to mention that they are all wearing heavy armor.

As a result, they vented their anger directly on the rebels.

The remaining rebel soldiers were completely unlucky. Although they cried for their fathers and mothers and ran away, they still could not escape the fate of being quartered with knives.

He cleverly dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground to beg for surrender, barely able to save his life.

Those who reacted a little slower were directly split into two pieces with a knife.

The eight thousand rebels had vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

They fled desperately, leaving nothing but chaos on the ground. Guanfu didn't even bother to guard these kneeling beggars.

After a brief interrogation of these rebels, they learned the location of the granary. Three hundred soldiers were left to guard the city gate to protect the retreat, and then led the remaining people straight to the rebel grain camp.

The nearest grain and grass camp in the west of the city, together with the eight thousand troops, have all disappeared.

Looking at the mountains of food and grass, even the soldiers of Modao Army were dumbfounded.

"Master Hou, there must be at least hundreds of thousands of stones here!"

He Junan's eyes widened. In just one camp, there were already mountains of food and grass.

And with the same food and grass, there are two other camps in this city.

If all this food were to be gone all of a sudden, the rebels would go crazy.

"How many fucking trucks does it take to pull this thing away?"

Even Guan Fu was distracted for a while. This was all food. At this time, the army was short of food for more than a day or two.

But reason told him that they couldn't take these things away at all, not to mention there were countless rebels in the city.

At this time, the top priority is to destroy this food quickly, otherwise, when the rebel army arrives, even if they are made of copper and iron, they will be exhausted here.

"Damn, it's all burned!"

Guan Fu gritted his teeth and then gave the order directly.

"But Lord Marquis, if we are all burned, what will we eat?"

He Jun'an was a little anxious when he saw that they only had a few days' worth of food left in their hands.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's burn it first and then talk about whether there are still two granaries in this city? It's almost dawn. Before dawn, we still have two fierce battles to fight!"

Although Guan Fu was extremely distressed, at this time, destroying the food in Chenzhong was the most important thing.

For example, how much food they can transport in the end depends on how quickly the rebels arrive.

"promise!"

Having said this, He Junan naturally had no choice but to continue arguing. He could only respond, then turned around and led his soldiers to start setting fires everywhere.

In an instant, fires shot up into the sky. Food is inherently flammable, and there was strong wind tonight.

The wind aids the fire, and the fire aids the power of the wind. In less than a stick of incense, the raging fire has begun to spread everywhere...

In the distant military camp, when Sun Zhuo saw the fire rising into the sky, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.

"It's over! It's over..."

Sun Zhuo only had this one thought left now. As if to confirm his words, bursts of killing sounds came again in the darkness. It seemed that Mo Dao's army was already heading towards them to kill them.

"Block them for me, block them for me, otherwise, we will all die! Have you thought clearly, if we lose these grains, will the kings spare our little ones?"

Sun Zhuo's eyes turned red when he heard the shouts of killing coming from outside. Not only him, but also the thousands of soldiers guarding the military camp were now forced to a dead end.

"The Han army is mighty!"