Summer evening, cool wind, cold rainy night, silent cicadas, half-shielded stars, the mystery of heaven is difficult to explain.
After passing the Lingyuan Mountains, Mo Jingchun's excitement over the secret talks with the Holy Spirit a few days ago gradually cooled down.
After thirty-two years, Mo Jingchun came to Beijing specifically to report on Goguryeo's rebuilding of Wandu City, which was destroyed due to Guanqiu Jian's Eastern Expedition, and to ask His Majesty to make a decision.
But the emperor Liu Yan didn't seem to care about this small country in the east. Instead, he took advantage of the dinner party to exchange cups and inadvertently chatted with Mo Jingchun about the situation in Bozhou.
If you don't tell me, you don't know. This statement shocked Mo Jingchun.
Bozhou, as the first state in the Northeast and an important place to defend the Central Plains, seems to be as strong as a barrier. In fact, it has already been suffering from internal and external troubles and undercurrents. The narrow border between Bozhou's eastern and northern borders has less than twenty soldiers. Wan, has reached the embarrassing situation of being unable to advance and fight, and unable to retreat and defend. He is facing foreign aggression. If he encounters internal thieves, the enemy will look for fighters and drive straight in. Bozhou will stop the whole state.
The internal thieves and foreign invaders mentioned in Liu Yan's words, needless to say, the foreign invaders, are of course the tigers and wolves of Qin who thought about crossing the Great Wall day and night to conquer the Han Dynasty.
As for this traitor in Bozhou!
Mo Jingchun, who had been stationed in Bozhou for some years, had a few things to worry about in his mind: the Zhou family of Si Feng, the Sun family of Sun Jiang, who had always been flirting with Da Qin, and Xun Yu, the governor of Chisong County who had not been very clean in recent years. Just a few people.
Tonight, Mo Jingchun thought about it carefully. If these three forces agreed on a time to cause chaos in Bozhou at the same time and were caught off guard, the Qin Dynasty would capture the entire Bozhou on the 60th. This was not an alarmist statement.
If you have awe in your heart, you should stop your actions.
Thinking of this, Mo Jingchun thought of his beloved general who died in vain, Xia Ji, the captain of the Baiji Camp. He reined in his horse again and increased his speed.
It seems that there are still many things to do after returning!
Mo Jingchun was riding alone on the official road. He remembered that he had been alone for many years and had few friends. He smiled unconsciously and said, "I heard that Xia Qing, one of the 'Three Heroes of Quzhou', destroyed his realm and opened a pond to divert water." , the future of Chisong County is bright. Then shall I, the Taibai Army, help build a big canal for the folks of Chisong County?"
According to Mo Jingchun's plan, after returning to the Taibai Army, in addition to fulfilling the secret decree entrusted by the emperor, he would naturally divide some of his troops to promote the great cause of the people of Chisong. The food in Chisong County is sufficient, so it is good for the Taibai Army. It’s good for Bozhou, and it’s good for yourself!
Zigui was crying at night, the wind was cold and the rain was cold. Just when Mo Jingchun was sitting firmly on his horse and thinking to himself, cold knives suddenly flashed on both sides of the official road. Mo Jingchun hurriedly stopped his horse and watched.
In the space of two breaths, a masked man in black, carrying a stick and riding a horse, came down the small slope next to the official road and blocked Mo Jingchun's path.
Mo Jingchun narrowed his eyes slightly and took a rough look at the situation on both sides of the official road. He thought to himself: Haha, it seems that he has fallen into someone's trap unintentionally.
The man in black who blocked the road was short and lean, with a steady body. The pair of eyes exposed from the black mask were blazing and sharp as an eagle. He was undoubtedly a master.
The man in black lowered his voice and said to Mo Jingchun, "General Mo, it's difficult to travel on a rainy night. How about taking a break, having a drink, and hitting the road the next day?"
Mo Jingchun's face turned cold, he rode forward slowly, and said, "We are strangers, so no need to talk!"
The man in black seemed to have expected this, and immediately added, "My master said that the road ahead is difficult. He asked me to escort General Mo and walk slowly all the way."
Mo Jingchun touched the horse's back and said playfully, "Brother, are you kidding me, Mr. Mo? I, General Taibai, do I still need unknown people like you to protect me?"
After he finished speaking, Mo Jingchun thought for a moment and realized that someone had already been eyeing him and didn't want him to return to the Taibai Army so early, or they didn't want him to return to the Taibai Army.
Thinking of this, Mo Jingchun snorted in his heart: Anyone who can think like this must have a different mind!
Mo Jingchun, an expert in art, was brave. Faced with the men in black in front of him and the hidden murderous intentions on both sides of the official road, he did not stop his horse. He still lightly reined the horse and continued to move forward. Unknowingly, Mo Jingchun was hiding behind him. The knife in the coarse cotton robe was already half a foot out of its sheath. The man in black couldn't help but take half a step back due to his murderous intent.
Mo Jingchun replied coldly, "Are you worthy of protecting me?"
The man in black blocking the road calmed down. Hearing Mo Jingchun's ridicule, he was not angry, but seeing Mo Jingchun getting closer and closer to him, the man in black blew a heavy breath, and the black scarf bulged out and came back. Mo Jingchun brought a fierce murderous aura and said in a deep voice, "My master also said that if the general does not want us to escort him, he will be buried properly in the Lingyuan Mountains! This will prevent the general's body from being exposed in the wilderness and leaving no intact body after death. "
Mo Jingchun sneered at the overestimation of the person who blocked the road, "Just because you wait, you want to kill me? Are you someone's crazy dog that ran out and barked randomly?"
The man in black suddenly sneered, "My lord, you are right. However, the only reward for answering the question correctly is death."
"Shameless talk!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Mo Jingchun, who entered the country with a letter but used a sword, took out the sword while the man in black was talking. An ordinary standard ring-headed sword was like a magic weapon in his hand, and the ring-headed sword was like a sudden burst of rain on a rainy night. Wherever the lightning passed, the man in black who was blocking the road with a sword suddenly separated his head and body. The speed of the knife was so fast that the man in black who was blocking the road and his head both fell to the ground, and then blood spurted out.
Mo Jingchun put away his sword and stood still, unmoving. When he saw him sitting firmly on the horse, he said loudly, "Stop hiding, come out!"
At this moment, another man in black emerged from nowhere and attacked from behind Mo Jingchun.
Mo Jingchun's sword was at his waist and in its sheath, but in an instant, the ring-shou sword slipped into the throat of the man in black. The man in black, who was about to make a sneak attack, had already drawn out the knife in his hand, and then he saw the flash of the knife in front of his eyes. When he caught a glimpse of the blade of the ring-shou knife, the blade had already cut his throat, blood spattered like a drop, and he fell to the ground dead.
There was also a man in black, who took advantage of Mo Jingchun's sword to attack the man in black from behind. He jumped out from the side and tried to sneak attack Mo Jingchun's horse.
The man in black did not carry any weapons, but only punched forward quickly. He seemed to be a hard-working kung fu practitioner.
Without the sword light reflected by the weapon in the moonlight, the man in black was extremely hidden. He thought it would be difficult for Mo Jingchun to detect him, but before he could punch out, he felt a powerful force like a river coming over him. I couldn't resist with my fist raised.
The man in black yelled wildly and fell three feet away in the air, bleeding from all his orifices and dying with his eyes open.
In less than twenty breaths, three middle-level men in black were killed by Mo Jingchun.
Mo Jingchun's realm and actual combat ability are evident.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
kill! kill! Kill!
The killers who were ambushing on both sides of the official road rushed out, and they madly raised their swords to attack Mo Jingchun. The killers were so crowded that there was no end in sight for a while.
Mo Jingchun pursed his lips, his face full of mockery, and laughed wildly, "How dare a group of fat ducks, big rats, and mediocre soldiers come out to stop me? I don't know whether to live or die!"
After saying that, Mo Jingchun saw that the official road ahead was clear. He rolled his eyes, held the knife in his right hand and waved half a circle, then held the knife in his back hand. He tightened the reins of the horse, and the red date horse under him roared and galloped out, like an arrow leaving its string. .
These bastards didn't want him to go back quickly and wanted to hold him back, so if he had to rush back immediately and stay here to slaughter the turtles, wouldn't he be playing into the hands of the thieves?
The war horse took thirty steps, light and shadow flashed in the dark forest, and countless hooks and ropes rushed out of the forest. Mo Jingchun's war horse came from all directions, trying to keep the men and horses behind.
Mo Jingchun was distracted by this. He cut off a few hook ropes at will, but still moved forward. Seeing that there were too many hook ropes, he simply stood up with his horse's head lightly propped up, one foot on the saddle, and with a sudden force, he jumped up. , as soon as the person took off, the big bay-red horse was immediately hooked, torn, and cut into pieces.
On a dark, cold rainy night, blood splashed all over the rivers and lakes, no matter if he was a human or a horse!
After losing his horse, Mo Jingchun kept running. He held the knife in one hand and still ran out along the official road. His speed was faster than the galloping horse. He could not catch up with arrows, hooks, hidden weapons, and machine crossbows. Let's continue like this. , Mo Jingchun shook off the encirclement in just a moment.
The rain of arrows in the sky could not stop them, and the long sword slaughtered all the sneaky people.
However, things didn't seem that simple. Just when Mo Jingchun ran to the blind spot at the corner of the official road, a long sword suddenly appeared from the corner, looking for traces.
Mo Jingchun's face was as cold as frost. He turned slightly and dodged easily. Then he slashed the breastplate of the man who drew the sword with his backhand. He used the remaining energy to cut down the attacker three feet away, and the man's soul was broken. .
Mo Jingchun was generous and brave, glanced at the corpse in front of him, and sneered, "Hey, these days, officials pretend to be bandits, rob and kill important court officials, and they don't even change their clothes?"
Then, Mo Jingchun took a closer look and felt a little horrified.
The face of the man who fell to the ground was ashen, his teeth and hair were missing, his exposed skin had rotted into carrion, and there were maggots all over his body in small parts, so it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.
The fatal wound on his chest that he had cut with his head-ring knife showed traces of white flesh, but no blood flowed. At this moment, the man's bones twisted into strange shapes on the ground, stood up again, and ran toward him with teeth and claws. !
Mo Jingchun has been practicing on the battlefield all his life. He is a master who walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He is no longer surprised by the strange things in front of him.
He snorted slightly and slashed the man's chest with another knife. The man fell down and could not get up again.
The pursuers behind him were already far away by Mo Jingchun. Mo Jingchun simply came closer and took a closer look, but saw that the man was wearing a mink fur coat and three tights inside. On the inner placket of the close-fitting clothes, there was a The secret pocket was right on the heart. There was a purse hidden in the secret pocket, which exuded a rotten stench that was hard to enter the nose.
Mo Jingchun cut off the head of the 'dead corpse' with a knife, and thought to himself, "Is this the mind control technique of the Yin Yang family? Or the puppet manipulation technique of the military strategist? Or is it the poison of southern Xinjiang?"
Hum! It seems that the person who intercepted me has spent a lot of money on me!
Mo Jingchun raised his sword and raised his eyebrows coldly, a strong murderous aura and evil spirit welling up in his heart.
