The wind blows the city's wind, like its name, is unrestrained and unruly.

Fortunately, the woods and grasslands on all sides outside the city are still lush. Otherwise, the sand and dust that are lingering in the wind will not be able to live in this city, let alone become a big city of this size today.

That evening, it was the setting sun and the gray walls were shining, and a burst of smoke and dust rose from the direction of Qiu'an City and drifted towards Fengyang City.

The sentry on the city wall quickly shouted for warning. With a neat and rapid pace, a man in the shape of a general came up to the city wall with his guards.

Dark skin and rough face are another great general under Murong Cheng. Although he is not a practitioner, his attainment in military strategy is far beyond Balie's ability.

After Balie died and the enshrinement was attacked, Murong Cheng sent him to command the five thousand troops to preside over the three-sided encirclement of Qiu'an City, which shows his trust in him and his determination to drive Pei Zhen out of his fiefdom.

"Why are there only so many people?" A guard from Bomushi said in surprise.

After spending a long time in the army, you can naturally see at a glance that this cavalry has only a hundred people at most.

Bo Mushi's voice was very inconsistent with his appearance, and it was a little bit sharp. Perhaps just like his heart, he had some thoughts. He pulled a personal guard over and whispered a few instructions in his ear. The personal guard quickly walked down the city wall.

He looked under the city wall and slowly said, "Boundie is ready."

Those who came from Qiu'an City naturally chose to leave Pei Town and return to Murong Cheng's private soldiers and prisoners.

After most of the trekking, everyone looked a little happy when they saw Feng Yangcheng's city from afar.

When I approached the city and saw that the city gate was slowly opened to welcome me, a feeling of a wanderer returning home suddenly surged into my heart, and smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

"Look, the people who welcome us are here!" A military man shouted in the direction of the city gate.

Sure enough, a team of cavalry ran out of the doorway and rushed towards them.

Everyone smiled happily, but gradually, the smile became frozen.

How does this... feel like...encircling?

The three hundred cavalry team quickly separated, then gathered behind them, surrounding everyone.

What's even more terrible is that the riders actually pulled the bow and pointed the bowstring at them?

"Brothers, I made a mistake and made a mistake. We are our own people!"

"Yes, we are also Lord Murong's soldiers!"

Immediately someone shouted to indicate his identity.

"How could my lord's soldiers come from Qiu'an City?" the leader of the cavalry questioned.

Some of them were about to speak when the cavalry leader suddenly pointed at the three prisoners casually, "You! You! You! Take them down and ask them separately. If there is any error, execute them immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately took the three of them to interrogate separately.

The captives were all driven off their horses, seized their weapons, and drove them to a place, surrounded by cavalrymen who were placing bows and arrows, and were coldly monitored.

They dared not speak, and could only passively wait for the result of the interrogation there. Of course, they were not particularly worried, because things were indeed such a thing.

When the interrogation was over, the cavalry leader looked at the city wall and nodded, but Bo Mushi shook his head firmly.

"If the confession is wrong, kill it!"

With the loud shout from the cavalry leader, "Puff puff puff", the dull sound of arrows plunging into his body sounded one after another. The team of nearly 100 people was slaughtered before they could resist.

My eyes were filled with doubts. Is there any mistake? How could your uncle have any mistakes?!

The cavalry leader took his troops back to the city, and there was no need to pick up the bodies left on the ground. The animals on the grassland also needed to add some meals occasionally.

He turned over and got off the horse, climbed up to the city wall, informed Bo Mushi of the content of his confession one by one, and then hesitated, as if he had something to say.

Bo Mushi played with a dagger, "Do you want to ask why their confessions are correct? It is very likely that the people brought by Balie, but I still want to kill them?"

The cavalry leader nodded.

Bo Mushi looked at the helmet of the cavalry leader with a dagger and made a few muffled sounds, "Why don't you know how to use your brain after being a personal guard by my side for so long?"

"The subordinate is stupid."

"What did you come here for? Remember, I was not here to save people. What reason do I have to take risks and put these spies who are most likely sent by King Jing into the city, leaving hidden dangers?"

"But?"

"But they are not spies! Right? It doesn't mean it's not now; it doesn't mean it's not many people, it doesn't mean it's not everyone. As long as there is a possible spy here, I won't take that risk. My goal is to complete the tasks assigned by the master."

Bo Mushi might feel that he was too cold, so he calmed down a little, "The kindness does not command the soldiers. Sometimes, the enemy will take advantage of our kindness. Qualified warriors just need to move towards their targets and not be disturbed by other things."

The cavalry leader seemed to be convinced by Bo Mushi's words, and suddenly he remembered something, "General, they said that King Jing will attack our Fengyang City in five days? We must prepare early."

"I just said that I asked you to fight with your brain, and you are here again!" Bo Mushi knocked his head helplessly, "If you were King Jing, would you tell me about your combat deployment even though you knew someone was about to leave and might leak the secret?"

He turned his head and looked towards Qiu'an City, "If I guess correctly, King Jing will definitely attack within three days."

The night was about to be completely suppressed, and Bo Mushi sneered in his heart: "Come on, the noble Prince Jing, I have a generous gift."

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"Old dog, do you think we chose the right choice?"

Next to the base of Qiu'an City, in one of the large military tents, several Murong family prisoners who chose to stay were talking in a low voice.

"If you choose the right one, you can only do this. Don't think about it. You still hope that King Jing will give us another chance?" The man who is called the old dog thought it thoroughly.

"You said that King Jing can't beat him or not. If he can't beat him, then we will be miserable!" someone muttered again.

"We'd better hope that King Jing can beat him." Old Dog was very calm. He knew that useless entanglement was meaningless. If you buy big and small, you will definitely leave your hands. People will have to take life and death indifferently and do whatever they say.

"Old dog, can the vultures have good fruits when they go back?"

The old dog did not answer this question, but just snorted lightly and closed his eyes to rest.

"At this moment, they must have been killed." Chi Xuance sat at the table, looking at a simple topographic map on the table with an oil lamp.

This was found by them in the city lord's mansion. Although it was a little simpler, it was enough.

"It is certain that you can't enter the city. As for whether you die or not, it depends on the other party's nature." Pei Zhen said slowly.

Chi Xuance no longer confused about this and pointed to the topographic map on the table. "From Qiu'an City to the north, the cavalry can reach the full speed of half a day, and the Crescent City to the south is almost the same. Only Fengyang City to the east, which takes longer and takes more than half a day."

Pei Zhen sat opposite him, showing his determination, "Go as planned!"

At night that day, King Jing of Beiyuan, Xue Zhen, raised all the soldiers in the city, leaving only more than a hundred city defense soldiers, and suddenly stormed Fengyangcheng at night!

Looking at the empty city in an instant, the residents of the city were praying that His Highness Jing would win. After all, these days are rare good days in Qiu'an City.

Under the cover of the night, three carrier pigeons flapped their wings and flew out from Qiu'an City, taking some secrets to its return.

When the carrier pigeon fell in the wind, the morning light had just lit up.

Bo Mushi held the note from Qiu'an City in his hand, as if he was holding a spiritual treasure that would win.

When the guards stumbled in and shouted at the enemy's attack, Bo Mushi laughed and won the battle!

He immediately climbed up to the city tower and saw Prince Jing who was carrying an indomitable momentum, as well as the three thousand cavalry behind him, sneering.

"Give me instructions and close the city gates. Without my orders, you must not leave the city to fight!"

Pei Zhen pulled his horse under Fengyang City's walls, looking at the defenders who did not leave the city to fight, but were waiting for the battle on the walls, and was a little surprised and regretful.

In front of them, the hundred corpses were broken yesterday evening, and their broken arms and limbs were everywhere. Seeing those who chose to stay was very grateful.

A figure quietly appeared beside Bo Mushi. It was a cultivator that Murong Cheng gave him, but Bo Mushi only planned to let this immortal on the mountain be a soundtrack.

"Please tell the Immortal Master that Jing Wangxing is here at night, and Bo Mushi has been waiting here for a long time."

The practitioner shouted Bomushi's words expressionlessly, clearly penetrated the horse's hooves and entered everyone's ears, leaving a buzzing sound.

"Bomushi?"

"It's Master Bomushi!"

A subtle riot sounded and was immediately suppressed by the military discipline officer.

"Mr. Chi, this person is very famous?"

Chi Xuance nodded. These days he often chatted with the private soldiers of the Murong family and found out a lot of information. "A wise general under Murong Cheng is more proficient. Anyway, those who know how to use their brains to fight are not much short of what they are."

"Bomushi, who was ordered by the emperor alone to guard the fiefdom, and he was not quick to open the city gate!"

Who can’t use true energy? Now Pei Zhen, who has a divine artistic conception, is not inferior to the practitioner on the city wall.

Although the defenders on the city had heard that His Highness Jing was a mountain god who had learned art, they had never seen it with their own eyes. When they heard this formation, they couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

"Your Highness Jing, it's already here, so don't talk about those stupid things. Feng Yangcheng is here, let it go!"

Bomu stone slapped the city wall, and his words were conveyed by the practitioner, and he was very domineering.

"Prairie man, see the real Zhang immediately. Go out of the city to fight. What's the point of huddling in the city to be a turtle!" Seeing that Bomushi turtle could not hide, Pei Zhen had to use the method of provoking.

"Haha, Your Highness Jing doesn't have to waste your energy. It's impossible to lure me out of the city." Bo Mushi said with a smile.

Pei Zhen's face was gloomy and he was a little unsure for a moment. The cavalry attacked the city with great losses. How could he withstand such consumption?

On the city wall, the cold and clear voice of the cultivator continued to sound, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind His Highness of King Jing for a matter. You will be able to set up your guards and rush to attack at night. Qiu'an City is almost in a garrison. What if someone takes it? "

Pei Zhen was suddenly shocked and looked towards Qiu'an City.

As the two carrier pigeons landed separately, the two cavalrymen also set off from Manniucheng and Crescent City respectively, and ran towards the middle with all their might.

There is a Qiu'an City there, which is the only base camp of King Jing.

As long as he took down Qiu'an City, King Jing and his troops had nowhere to rely on. What awaited him would be to surround the three sides of Fengyang City, and then he was ambitious and could only roll back to the City of Eternal Life in shame.

Therefore, the leaders of the two cavalry were both excited to defend their country.

Another reason for their excitement is that at this moment, there are only more than 100 city defense soldiers in Qiu'an City, which are within reach.

In Qiu'an City, the house where the pigeons fly out is very secretive. A middle-aged man is checking the pigeon cage one by one, looking forward to the victory that will come soon.

A figure in black appeared silently in front of him, and smiled and said softly, "Thank you. Your mission has been completed."

Then a stone popped up gently, shattering the middle-aged man's Adam's apple.

Mei Ziqing sniffed the smell next to the pigeon cage in disgust, and her figure disappeared.
Chapter completed!