Yingying and her group of ghosts followed Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother to Juexiang Garden.
A banquet has been set up in Fengyi Pavilion, with its inner walls covered with snow orchids and many orchids hanging from the top.
After all the ghosts took their seats in order, Lin Cong looked around the pavilion curiously for a moment. Seeing that there were no other ghosts around, he first reported the process and results of the operation to Xiao Shizhu, and then asked quietly: "Du Ziren is also a Mohist."
, he doesn’t know that Mo Zhai is dead, how about I imitate Mo Zhai’s tone and handwriting, and write him a letter to ask him to cease the war.”
"No need." Xiao Shizhu waved his hand casually and said disapprovingly: "I don't know much about the war in the south, so you don't know yet. This guy declared himself emperor and broke away from the Mohist family."
"Ah?" Lin Cong was slightly startled and stunned.
It stands to reason that a Mohist like Du Ziren, who regards Mo Zhai as a god, is loyal and extremely fanatical about Mo Zhai, cannot leave the Mohist family? But Xiao Shizhu's tone was affirmative, and it didn't sound like he was lying, which made Lin Cong's heart
I was shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time.
"But Lin Cong's words reminded me." The ghost mother holding Poria cocos thought for a moment and her heart moved. The inspiration flashed in her mind like thunder and lightning that suddenly cut through the sky;
He thought: "Perhaps according to Mo Zhai's tone, the information that Du Ziren has betrayed the Mohist family can be reported to the Mohists, so that the Mohist family can secretly fight against Du Ziren."
"That's right." Xiao Shizhu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned to look at the ghost mother. After showing approval in his eyes, he turned to look at Lin Cong, winked at the thief and smiled: "You can pass this information on.
Every Mohist, let them set Du Ziren as their primary target."
Lin Cong's eyes showed admiration. After scanning the faces of Xiao Shizhu and Gui Mu, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, then Du Ziren will be caught off guard when facing internal and external troubles."
"Yeah!" Xiao Shizhu was in a better mood, nodded heavily with satisfaction, raised his chopsticks and pointed at the delicacies on the table in front of him, and said: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about state affairs at the reception banquet. Come on.
Have a meal."
Thousands of miles away, a hundred miles south of Chongshan Pass, in the southern wilderness, there is a patch of colorful jade trees with a radius of ten miles. The roots of each jade tree are all colorful, from the trunk to the branches and leaves.
The roots of each jade tree are also covered with emerald green ghost mushrooms; at night, these mushrooms will emit a faint fluorescent light.
The whole forest is colorful and gorgeous, forming a beautiful scenery in the southern barbarians where there are only barren grass and dead trees or a barren land.
There are many earthen walls and houses in the woods, forming a small village together. It was named Wucai Village because of the colorful eucalyptus trees.
Just a few days ago, a group of broken troops came in panic from the north. The kind-hearted villagers in Wucai Village took them in when they saw that they looked exhausted, tired and hungry.
After the defeated soldiers settled here, they had no intention of leaving anymore. The villagers never expected that their nightmare would begin.
This group of defeated troops, numbering less than 30,000, was the Southern Barbarian army that suffered a defeat at Chongshan Pass not long ago.
After they fled, they originally retreated to a stronghold in the mountains south of Chongshanguan, which was their starting point before attacking Chongshanguan.
But what I didn't expect was that two hours later, when the sky was slightly brighter, the Jiuyou National Army took advantage of the darkness of the night that had not completely faded to kill them quietly.
When the exhausted Nanman Army discovered the Jiuyou Army, the Jiuyou National Army, which was less than a mile away from them, did not want to shout or curse with them. They even set up and calibrated their artillery, with the muzzles pointing directly at the stronghold.
, solid bullets and thunder cannons, as well as the fire dragon Izuku and Baihu Qiben did not let the Southern Barbarian army wait for too long, and they scrambled to fall from the sky. No matter how hard the stronghold of the Southern Barbarian Army was with high stone walls, it could not do anything to Xiao Jiajun's hands.
Continuous bombardment of direct-fire artillery and curved-fire artillery.
In less than half an hour, the walls of the small stronghold were broken and the southern barbarian army suffered numerous casualties.
The surviving Southern Barbarians were so frightened that they continued to flee south without even daring to look back. After filming for a day, they didn't realize until they rushed to this small village that the Jiuyou National Army was not pursuing them, and they relaxed.
One breath.
But as they fled, they were full of panic along the way; not only did they lose a lot of weapons, but they also lost all the rations they had brought with them.
Fortunately, the villagers kindly provided food and drink after calming down, so they were able to satisfy their hunger.
The defeated soldiers who were still tired, hungry and thirsty, after eating and drinking, suddenly remembered that according to Du Ziren's military regulations, unless the soldiers who lost the battle had died in the battle, the surviving soldiers would be reduced to nothing even if they fled back.
Being a ghost slave as punishment.
With no way out, this group of defeated soldiers simply changed their minds and robbed this small village with the few weapons they had left. They planned to occupy this place and become mountain kings in the future, and were unwilling to go back.
Becoming a ghost slave.
For a time, their targets were all food and clothing, including female ghosts ranging from several thousand years old to seven or eight years old, as well as their own partners, the snake-bone women. The villagers and snake-bone women
If you don't give or resist, you will be beaten or killed. The originally peaceful and peaceful mountain village is filled with sadness and wailing.
In less than a day, every corner of the village was filled with the smell of death. All the female ghosts, including the snake-bone women, chose to commit suicide after being humiliated.
There are only some old, weak, sick and disabled villagers and broken soldiers left in the village.
But the defeated soldiers did not give up. They found that there were not enough houses in the village to live in. In order to provide them with a shelter from the wind and rain, they even kicked out all the surviving residents of Wucai Village and drove them out of the village.
From then on, this colorful village became the temporary base of the Nanman Army.
Dark clouds rolled in, gathering from all directions with the momentum of swallowing up the heaven and earth, overwhelming the sky above the village and sucking out the light between heaven and earth.
The dark sky and earth were filled with sultry air, causing the ghosts to sweat profusely and couldn't help but take off their heavy armor.
"The grain is almost gone." In the ancestral hall of Wucai Village, in front of the messy altar table in the middle, the middle-aged soul with three earthworm-shaped scars on his face, sitting on the floor, took off his body.
Dirty armor, after wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand
, lifted up the corner of his clothes and kept shaking them up and down, fanning his general's belly; his eyes looked around at a young human soul and a burly human soul sitting on the left and right under him, and sighed: "
If this continues, we will starve to death, and we have to find a way."
The other two ghosts were silent and did not speak.
Wucai Village is considered a relatively wealthy village in the southern wilderness. There are thousands of hectares of fertile farmland outside the village, and it is also surrounded by streams. The harvest is good every year, so there is a lot of food in the village.
However, the stored grain is dead, it will not fall from the sky or grow automatically from the soil, and there are so many defeated soldiers. Over the past few days, the number of pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, rice, corn and other stored grain in the village has become less and less. Outside the village
The fertile fields were still uncultivated and were deserted. Seeing that there was less and less food to eat, the defeated soldiers began to panic.
Therefore, their leader, the human soul sitting in the middle of the ancestral hall, summoned his most astute human souls to discuss countermeasures.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the ground, illuminating the ground instantly; a muffled thunder followed, shaking the heavens and the earth, and startled the crows living in the jade forest to spread their wings and fly high.
"We can't go back. If we lose the battle, we will have to wear slave collars forever when we go back." One of them, a very young man with a big beard, was silent for a while, with a sly look in his eyes, and hummed softly.
A sound, as it should be
He said in a slow tone: "Since we can't go back and we have no food, let's continue robbing. Wucai Village has no food, but other villages have. Anyway, there is no shortage of bandits in this land, and there are more of us.
Not too much, not too much for us."
It seems that he is determined to develop the profession of Mountain King into a lifelong career.
This human soul is named Ma San, and he has always been the dog-headed strategist who is the leader of this group of deserters. Although he is tall and thin, he looks very weak even though he has a big beard, but he has bad intentions and evil intentions in his belly.
There are as many bad ideas as there are stars in the Milky Way.
The bad idea of ordering the male ghost soldiers to rape the snake-bone woman's companions to death in order to save food rations came from this guy.
His proposal was approved by the leader and the burly human soul. After each thought for a moment, the two ghosts nodded in unison.
Outside the house, a strong wind suddenly blew up, sweeping up a rain of blood that could only fall in the Nanman area. It fell one after another from the sky, hitting the ground and bringing out patches of bright red.
It was a little cooler, and the leader stopped fanning himself with his clothes.
The next thing to discuss is where to grab first.
Now that he still has 20,000 soldiers and horses, it is impossible to attack important towns, but it is easy to rob small villages and towns.
The leader thought for a moment and said slowly: "I remember there is a small town about ten miles southwest, called Jinshui Town, and there is a small gold mine nearby. There are troops stationed there, but the troops can go grab some weapons.
”.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other two souls had just raised their heads when they heard a few "whooshing" sounds in the wind and rain in the outer room; because of the strong wind and rain, the sound was not very clear.
Secondly, there is still a faint smell in the rain of blood that is supposed to be tasteless.
The leader was startled slightly and stood up.
At the same time, violent explosions and earth-shaking roars resounded throughout the world along with sudden fires in the wind and rain. The small ancestral hall also swayed slightly from left to right.
The dust on the beams then shook off one after another.
The three ghosts in the ancestral hall felt a chill in their hearts, and their eyes were filled with astonishment. They stared blankly at the darkness outside, where streaks of fire and thick smoke were rising.
"It's not good, it's not good." A panicked guard rushed into the ancestral hall and fell at the leader's feet and exclaimed: "The Nine Nether Army is coming to attack!" (To be continued)