Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 178 Rescue

Upon arriving at the makeshift tent, Mo Yuming and Fan Yongjun sat down one after the other.

Ah Hao followed closely behind and stood silently behind Mo Yuming.

General Fan glanced at Ah Hao, and seeing that Mo Yuming made no comment, he didn't ask any further questions.

Mo Yuming knew that Ah Hao had never seen much of the world and didn't understand any rules. He thought that since he regarded Mo Yuming as his master, he had to stay by his master's side at all times.

"General Fan, I've brought you some gifts to mark our meeting. I'm sure you'll like them."

After Mo Yuming finished speaking, without waiting for Fan Yongjun's response, he ordered the Falcon Guards to take out all the Demon-Slaying Arrows and neatly arrange them in front of Fan Yongjun.

Twenty full crates of Demon-Slaying Arrows exuded a chilling aura. Although the Great Xia Empire's army was now well-equipped, such a powerful weapon as the Demon-Slaying Arrows was still very eye-catching.

"Young Master, where did this come from?"

Fan Yongjun asked in surprise. He could tell at a glance that the wooden box containing the arrows was not the equipment style of the Empire, but rather the style commonly used by the Wu Ji army.

"It was borrowed from Wu Qingjun; you'd better thank him properly later!"

Mo Yuming smiled.

"what!"

Fan Yongjun was very surprised, his mouth slightly open, his face full of disbelief.

With the scheduled start time of the battle fast approaching, Mo Yuming stopped chatting with Fan Yongjun.

He briefly told Fan Yongjun about the enemy situation he had ascertained, and informed him that he had sprinkled a lot of laxatives and anesthetic powder into the enemy's food supplies, estimating that many people had already been affected.

Mo Yuming suggested that Fan Yongjun first lead his men to lie in ambush around several key points, and then launch the attack half an hour later, when the medicine would be at its peak and the attack would be easier. Fan Yongjun nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Mo Yuming did not want to participate in the next battle. After giving his instructions, he left with Ah Hao.

The post road was unusually dark in the dead of night, and the trees on both sides of the road were shadowy, like sleeping beasts standing there silently.

The dark forest was fraught with danger, as if a ferocious beast could leap out at any moment.

Ah Hao had never walked on such a night before. His cultivation level was too low, and he dared not walk alone on such a night.

But tonight, he followed behind his master without feeling any fear.

Now, in his eyes, his young master is practically a god.

He had always thought that Mo Yuming was a scion of a prominent family who came out to gain experience because of his illustrious background.

He later realized that although he had made great strides in guessing his master's background, he had still underestimated his master.

He originally thought his skills could be of great help to his master, but after infiltrating the enemy camp, he found that he was of no use to his master and was even taken care of by his master.

Their young master not only possessed extraordinary cultivation in profound arts, but was also the ruler of a nation.

After leaving the encampment for more than ten miles, Mo Yuming led Ahao on horseback at night.

Two warhorses galloped through the desolate night, their rapid hooves sounding particularly jarring.

However, Mo Yuming didn't care about disturbing anything at this point, because it wouldn't be long before an even more jarring sound broke the tranquility.

The warhorse was very fast, and arrived at Qianheng Town in less than an hour.

This is a small town with only a few thousand people, just a little bigger than Qianyuan Town.

Now that the time of day has just passed and people are sound asleep, Mo Yuming decided not to pass through the town to avoid attracting attention.

So they slowed down their pace and took a detour to the side path next to the town.

After passing through farmhouses and field ridges beside the town, we arrived at a small mountain village about two miles away from the town.

These small villages are usually built by a small family, and the villagers are all members of the same family.

They live together in groups of several, a dozen, or even dozens of households, mainly to enhance the survival capabilities of their clan and reduce the oppression from outsiders.

This small mountain village is only two miles away from Qianheng Town. The main reason for its existence is to be close to the town, which would benefit its own development.

The village walls were built of stacked stones, about ten feet high, and the village gate was made of thick round logs, providing a certain level of protection.

The village, which should have been fast asleep, was now ablaze with flames, its gates wide open, and the sounds of fighting could be heard from within.

Mo Yuming thought the fight in the village must have been between enemies seeking revenge, since the people who could support a village were not ordinary folks.

So Mo Yuming decided to pretend he didn't see it and walk past, not wanting to get involved.

But just as he was about to leave from beside the gate, a man who had been lying on the ground suddenly got up and grabbed the horse's leg tightly, startling the warhorse so much that it reared up and neighed. Mo Yuming was almost thrown off the horse.

"Save me... save, save my child, bandits..."

Mo Yuming looked down and saw that the person desperately clinging to the horse's leg was a middle-aged woman who had fallen to the ground. A curved knife was stuck in the woman's back. Although she was still struggling to get up and call for help, she was obviously not going to live much longer.

Behind the woman was a trail of blood that stretched from behind the village gate. Clearly, the woman had been stabbed inside the village and had crawled out of the village with a strong will to survive, hoping to attract someone's help.

Mo Yuming dismounted, glanced at the woman, sighed, said nothing, gestured for Ahao to help the woman to the courtyard wall, and gave Ahao a knife, telling him to wait by the side.

Then he took a knife for himself and held a small crossbow bolt in his left hand.

The small crossbow is only one foot long, with a handle at the bottom of the body, making it suitable for one-handed use. However, it can only fire single shots and cannot fire in bursts, so it can only be used for emergencies and surprise attacks.

Mo Yuming had long had the idea of ​​modifying the crossbow, but since he hadn't yet mastered weapon crafting, he had to put it aside for the time being.

Instead of entering through the main gate, Mo Yuming leaped onto the courtyard wall and crouched down to quickly walk into the village.

The exhausted woman lay in Ah Hao's arms, watching Mo Yuming leap into the village, a look of relief appearing on her face.

He laboriously pulled a storage bag from his pocket and placed it in Ah Hao's hand.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately died before he could utter a word.

The woman's eyes were filled with concern and reluctance, as if there were still many unfinished business.

Ah Hao looked at the storage bag in his hand, his heart filled with emotion. He knew that this was the woman's last entrustment.

Ah-hao gently laid the woman on the ground and straightened her clothes. The sight brought back painful memories; his mother had died in his arms not long ago in the same way.

He could do nothing but wail. He knew his cultivation was too low to share his master's burdens, so he could only endure his anger and hide in the shadows to avoid distracting his master.

The village is divided into two levels. The front village has only a few houses, while the middle is a large square, which should be a place for the villagers to gather and communicate.

At this moment, several corpses lay scattered across the square, including both the old and the young. The cold bodies and congealed blood filled the entire square with an atmosphere of sorrow and despair.

The village behind the village has many houses and is where the clansmen live. The sounds of fighting are coming from inside.