The Beacon of Kyushu

The waning moon is cold and dark clouds fill the sky.

Fifty miles northeast of Beining, there is an unknown barren mountain, a barren mountain with few people. Tonight, on the winding and rugged mountain road, a group of cavalry suddenly rushed towards them. These people all had solemn expressions, and the swords in their hands shone with a cold light from time to time in the moonlight. The black horses under their crotches were even more powerful. Dozens of them galloped in groups in the dark night, just like howling winds. Their speed is extremely fast, incredibly fast, and unimaginably fast. It only took a moment to travel dozens of miles of mountain road.

In an instant, they reached the deepest part of the valley, where the Song army stored grain and grass. The Song army guarding the gate was dozing off with his spear in hand. The candlelight in the stronghold was very dim. Through the candlelight and moonlight, the several granaries in the stronghold that were as tall as hills could be vaguely seen.

Jiang Ju couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw the Song army's defense was so lax. The guard guard suddenly saw this group of people falling from the sky, and he was so frightened that he opened his mouth to scream. But when Wang Shaozuo didn't wait for him to scream, he swung his long sword quickly and chopped off his head with one strike.

Immediately afterwards, he waved to the soldiers behind him, and the soldiers put away their swords one after another. Some of them took out the fire code from their arms and flashed it casually. Others took off their hard bows from their backs, took out rockets from their quivers, lit them by the fire, and fired them all towards the granary.

Countless rockets gathered together, as if there was a rain of fire from the sky, and all the granaries were immediately ignited. The raging fire spread in all directions with the wind, the pungent smoke shot straight into the sky, the terrifying tongues of fire were about to burn the cattle, and the peaceful camp instantly turned into a purgatory on earth.

It was only at this moment that the soldiers in the village finally realized the danger. Unfortunately, it was too late. Many people were killed in the flames before they could react. Some hurriedly escaped from the camp, only to trample each other to death in panic. Even if someone fled to the camp gate, how could they capture the sword in the hands of the Quyue soldiers?

Flames, blood, and death constitute everything tonight. This was undoubtedly the Song Army's nightmare, but it was also Qu Yue's carnival. They failed one after another, and all their anger and murderous intentions were released on this night!

The Quyue people saw the sea of ​​fire in front of them, their eyes full of madness. They cheered and waved their swords to kill the Song soldiers who fled in panic from the stronghold. The blood of Song soldiers dyed the earth red, and the corpses were piled up layer by layer, forming a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

These Song soldiers could never figure out why the granary hidden in the barren mountains was raided by the enemy. How did the enemy know this place? Who betrayed himself? But for them, these only evoke the surprise and unwillingness before death, and are meaningless. The more you swear to sweep Qu, the more you care about yourself, a thousand men will be mourned in smoke. Poor people in Beining Mountain, they are like people in spring boudoir dreams...

The next day, the Song army camped.

Today Hou Renbao got up very early, his genius was slightly bright, and he had already put on his clothes and got up. He sat at the table, looking at the slightly rough map on the table and the steaming white porridge beside the map, silently lost in thought.

After a long while, he murmured: "My beloved wife, we have been separated for nine years, and I miss you all the time. Fortunately, I led the army to conquer Qu Yue this time, and I have made extraordinary achievements many times, so I am finally expected to return to Beijing. Reunion with you. I have thought about it. I will resign from my official position when I return to Beijing. I, Hou Renbao, no longer care about high-ranking officials or gold, silver and jewelry. I am also willing to..."

Suddenly, a soldier quickly ran into the tent and shouted in a panic: "Sir...sir, it's not good! Something big has happened!" (End of Chapter)