One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

They took the transfer documents approved by their superiors and successfully entered the grain guard cavalry battalion.

Yingzheng was still busy with reorganization and was in urgent need of manpower, so the two of them did not encounter any difficulties.

Although Gu Changfang had no guts, he was still a martial artist at the peak of the second rank. He spent some money to build relationships, and finally got a very long position.

This was naturally at the behest of Song Yun.

After settling down, half a month passed in a busy way.

Song Yun and Gu Changfang went out of the city from time to time to escort the food delivery team, and then returned to Anxi after running hundreds of miles. Every day, the wind and sand hit their faces, and they had irregular meals and rest, which was quite hard work.

Even so, there is no merit to speak of. Gu Changfang kept complaining, but he didn't dare to complain in front of Song Yun, so he could only curse secretly in his heart.

At this time, Jingguo had entered a state of full-scale war, dispatching more than 20 people, using Anxi as a transit point, to frantically attack the northwestern border of Tangguo.

Shuofang, Hexi, and Longyou, these three paths were devastated by the flames of war just as in memory.

In contrast, Anxi's side is quite peaceful.

There are only 3 garrison troops in the city, and Song Yun's food protection team is also counted in it. In addition, there are wounded from the front line and civilian husbands who transport food.

After the escalation of the war, the Tang State has dispatched His Holiness.

So Wu Lie Gong Baixiang left Anxi and rushed to the front line to sit in town.

Song Yun waited for a full half a month, and now the opportunity finally came!
In the middle of the night, the moonlight is dim, the vision is dim, and the strong wind is crying and howling, covering up other sounds. It is a good time to kill.

Song Yun's cavalry team protected a batch of food and grass into Anxi overnight.

After completing the task, the exhausted cavalry hurried back to the camp.

"Hey, where's Wang Hu?" Seeing that Gu Changfang was still leading an empty horse, a cavalryman under his command asked.

"I went to other military camps to do business." Gu Changfang Hanhu resigned.

"Oh."

These cavalrymen didn't care either. In their eyes, Wang Hu was just a taciturn soldier. He couldn't beat a fart with three sticks, and he was also timid. What could he do?
Everyone was sleepy and hurried back to the room to sleep.

The peasants continued to carry mule carts and entered the material camp in an orderly manner.

They opened the canopy behind the mule cart and moved boxes of grain and grass into the granary.

The empty mule carts were arranged neatly, waiting for the next use, while the mules rushed to the other side to rest together.

After the folk husbands finished their work, it was already the third watch.

There are not many people in the big camp here, and only occasionally patrolling soldiers pass by the houses full of supplies.

From the place where the mule carts were concentrated, there was only an undetectable sound, which was covered up by the violent wind.

Pa, a person fell from the bottom of the mule cart, it was Song Yun.

He lay sprawled on the ground, and quickly rubbed his sore arms.

Just now, it was all thanks to the strength of the limbs, with both hands and feet supporting the edge of the mule cart, and the whole person was "stuck" under the cart, and then successfully hid.

If he hadn't been promoted to the third level of Martial Dao, he would have lost his strength and fell halfway.

[Anxi real-time map] Once opened, the movements of all patrols in the entire material camp are under control.

Song Yun didn't need to hide, and stood up carelessly.

...

He has been to this material camp many times, and he is familiar with the situation inside.

Food, clean water, ordnance, armored stomach, clothing and quilts... There are different supplies in different areas.

Any problem with any material will have an important impact on the front line.

Song Yun didn't care about these things, and walked straight to a corner.

He wants to find his favorite, Meng Huo You.

Jing Jun's fire prevention measures are still in place. A fire prevention ditch has been dug around the storage place of Menghuo oil, and there are hills of sand piled up to cover the flames at any time.

But this can only prevent accidents, not those who are dedicated to sabotage.

Soon, raging fires ignited in the material camp, and houses fell into the churning fire snakes, and the orange-red flames shone through the night sky.

"The water is gone! The water is gone!" The whole Anxi city resounded with heart-piercing shouts.

Several patrol teams stationed in the camp were the first to react and wanted to put out the fire, but just halfway there, they saw black mist shrouded in front of them.

Immediately, my neck hurt and I couldn't breathe anymore.

Some patrols were directly surrounded by flames, and most of them were burned to death. Individuals with strong martial arts rushed out forcibly, only to see their heads cut off with a sword...

Soon, several patrol teams in the material battalion were all beheaded by Song Yun, and he was also successfully promoted to a fourth-tier martial artist.

In the distance, Gu Changfang didn't know why Song Yun had gone to the station of the Food Guard Cavalry. He was worried and didn't fall asleep. At this moment, he saw the fire outside the window.

The flame wave was hot, but Gu Changfang's cold sweat flowed out suddenly.

"He he he... he burned the material camp!"

Bang bang bang, there was an urgent knock on the door, "It's so long, so long, get up, we are going to fight the fire!"

"Here we come." Gu Changfang made up his mind, pretended not to know, and hurried out the door.

Teams of soldiers rushed out of various camps in Anxi City, rushing to the material camp for rescue.

However, when they came outside the fire site, everyone was in despair.

The fire was so powerful that it had completely covered all the houses, and the air was still filled with the smell of burnt oil. These materials could not be kept.

The two masters rode over and almost fainted when they saw this scene.

Anxi is now a transit point for logistics supplies, and more than half of the supplies are stored here so that they can be supplied to the front line in time.

Now it's all over, and this fire has burned more than half of the supplies in the city.

"General, the wind is too strong at night, and the fire is showing signs of spreading!" An officer hurried over to report.

"Why don't you hurry up and put out the fire?" A grandmaster general shouted angrily.

"Yes!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers and civilian husbands got busy, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

Gu Changfang was absent-mindedly carrying the sand with his subordinates, but suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

He raised his head abruptly and found that it was Song Yun, his expression changed immediately, "Are you..."

"Hush..." Song Yun put his index finger in front of his mouth, and then said with a smile: "Don't guess, what should I do, let me go back by the way."

Gu Changfang asked almost pleadingly: "Can you stop causing damage?"

Song Yun stared into his eyes and said coldly: "Remember, it's not me, but the two of us together! You are my accomplice in everything!"

"Ah." Gu Changfang pointed helplessly at the back, and said loudly on purpose: "Wang Hu, hurry back and bring two buckets! There are not enough buckets here!"

"Wang Hu" responded and ran back in a hurry.

Naturally, he didn't go back to his camp, but went to the place where the wounded were treated intensively.

It was a whole street, and the houses on both sides were full of wounded people.

Now, except for the city guards, most of the living forces in the city have gone to fight the fire, and there are not many people on this street.

Song Yun held the bronze long sword and walked into the long street with a cold face.

After less than an hour, he slowly walked out again.

The long sword was stained red, and blood dripped onto the ground.

Song Yun's murderous aura grew even stronger.

The fifth-order innate!
One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years