Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 372 Ambush from All Sides
The man hiding on the branch of the tree tightened his lips, his eyes fixed on the three-foot path that traversed the forest.

The sun at noon in July was still poisonous, and the sunlight penetrated through the half-green and half-yellow old leaves of the tree, scorching his back fiercely. Knot, my heart was tense for no reason.

He is a dead soldier raised by the Jiuxuan royal family in the northern border, and now he is ordered by the king to lie in ambush here, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate this generation of Qianping God of War, Duke Mu, Mu Wenjing.

The man's throat was slightly dry, and he couldn't help but use more force with his fingers grasping the tree trunk. Their Jiuxuan is just a small country the size of a palm, occupying less than one-tenth of Hanze's area.

They bordered the desert Xishang to the west, Hanze to the north, Qianping across the Daojiang River to the south, and a little further to the southwest, there was another city that fell on the edge of Fuli.

The small land is the thoroughfare of the four countries, and it has always been a place where military strategists must fight. The world is about to fall into chaos, and they have no way to protect themselves wisely.

What's more, the most powerful Hanze in northern Xinjiang has been easily breached, and the next person Baobuqi's spear points at is their Nine Xuan Country.

Jiuxuan doesn't have the strength of Hanze, and they don't even have a few formed troops. Except for the two thousand imperial guards, the largest frontier defense army is only about [-].

This still counts the cooks in the army and the small officials who specialize in raising military horses. Excluding those old, weak, sick and disabled, the entire Jiuxuan, even eight thousand elites cannot be searched.

With such a small force, how can they defend Jiuxuan's border?

As that gentleman said, the only way to achieve stability for a few more years is to let those big countries that have the ability to compete for hegemony have no generals.

Without the generals who lead the troops, naturally there will be no battles to fight; if there are no battles to fight in the world, they will naturally be able to live more peacefully.

It just so happened that five days ago, their lord got the news by chance, unexpectedly knowing the whereabouts of this veteran Qianping in the next few days.

And this is undoubtedly a godsend opportunity for a weak country like them——

This is the only chance to get rid of this famous and feared veteran who has fought in the battlefield for more than [-] years.

Although, he didn't think that these half-baked guys from Jiuxuan could have the ability to intercept and kill Qianping God of War, but there are too many people and pasts in this world who want Mu Wenjing to die forever. Those who are ambushing here today are not only those from Jiuxuan.

There are also Western Merchants in the Desert, Sangruo in the Southern Border, and Yuechuan in the East Sea... It seems that Fuli has sent a few people here.

So many people are waiting here... Even if the Qianping God of War has three heads and six arms, he can't handle it, right?
Thinking about it, the man raised his eyes cautiously, and there were also many dead men hiding in the bushes opposite the forest road.

He didn't know where the people over there came from, but he knew that everyone who came here today wanted Mu Wenjing's life.

With so many people... it should be foolproof, right?

The man swallowed, and the dryness in his throat eased slightly.

The shadow of the forest in the distance swayed slightly, and the companion beside him had tightened the bowstring in his hand again, and a feathered arrow hit the bow (sound "stop").

He listened to the soft noises in his ears, and stared at the end of the forest road without moving, a thin line of bright red jumped up the forest, and the silver-armored general riding a horse suddenly stepped into his eyes.

The gait of the war horse was free and elegant, and the figure of the general on the horse was vigorous and upright, and there were goshawks chirping to cut through the sky.

Countless arrows flew off the string in an instant, and the shocking killing sound penetrated his mind. He subconsciously cut the rope in his palm, and the huge net fell from the sky, and the dead soldiers who were ambushing all around appeared one by one. .

The envoys, who were still trapped in the net and were almost helpless, suddenly changed into another appearance at this moment. Hidden weapons and poisonous powder were flying in all directions, and cold light and snow blades continued.

A light soft armor is hidden under the wide robe, and a sharp soft sword is bound inside the strong suit.

The general who walked in the front was still so calm, with his spear piercing and flying the countless soft arrows with ease.

The man only felt that there was something wrong with today's "God of War", but before he could think about it, he jumped off the treetop following the movements of the crowd.

The training in the Jiuxuan royal family before leaving had already engraved that movement into his muscles, and when he regained consciousness, the two rounds of scimitar pinned to his lower back had already slashed straight at the back of the general's neck.

The blade stirred up a gust of wind, and the wind stirred the red tassels on the general's silver helmet. If he felt something, the spear in his hand took advantage of the situation, and at the same time, he pushed aside a stack of sword blades, and blocked his two swords impartially.

When the swords and guns clashed, Jin Ming Qingyue, and the general raised his eyes when the horse raised its hooves. At this moment, the man suddenly saw his face clearly, which made his pupils shrink uncontrollably——

Hidden under the silver helmet was clearly the face of a young man who was less than [-] years old.

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"Oh, the flood relief this time is very good, boy!" Inside the Qianping Imperial City, in the Palace of Three Lives, Mo Jingyao read the memorial presented by the Jianghuai officials, and laughed happily.

"At present, the magistrates of Jianghuai and the salt envoys of the capital are all praising you in the memorials, you have both political integrity and ability, and you are well-behaved. It seems that the old man's vision is indeed right. It is right for you to relieve this disaster. , quack quack!"

"Come on, old man, just put it away if you're happy, this noise makes my brain buzz." Mo Junli waved his hand in disgust.

He didn't have the nerve to tell him that the memorial had already been cut out of many praiseworthy words by him.

Originally, the group of state officials boasted even more outrageously in the notes, boasting that he was in the sky and nothing in the earth.

He thought that boasting so much might cause trouble, so he had to force those people to change the memorial several times overnight two days before leaving Jianghuai, so he finally looked a little human.

"Hey, you little heartless one, your father, I'm happy for you!" Emperor Yunjing, who was holding the memorial, played with his beard and stared on the spot, and then happily changed to a new book, "If you want to talk about me A son is just like me."

"Look at this little disaster relief, how nice and neat!"

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful, you have thought of everything that ordinary people can't think of, this is good, this is really one step, and there is no need for the court to continue to transfer people there."

"It seems that the money I gave you these years is really not in vain."

Mo Jingyao will look at his own unlucky son, it is really 1 pleasing to the eye.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Junli came back really late today, he wished he could frame these memorials now and hang them outside the city wall!

Hehe, this is his son's first time working in Beijing, and he has made such a great achievement in one job. He wants to see what those uncivilized old stubborn people in the court can say!
Minor disaster.

The Jianghuai flood is so big, this bastard old man may have misunderstood the "little".

Did he think that it was easy for him to relieve the disaster?
Mo Jun was numb, he suddenly wanted to throw all the bills accumulated over the years of hoarding food on his face——

Get him reimbursed! !
　Old Mole blew goose
　　Counsel just want to have a big filial piety, let him reimburse
　　Sometimes I feel that these characters are so coquettish, there are so many weird ideas every day
　　then turn around and think

　　It seems that I am also coquettish when I write these things
　　
　
(End of this chapter)