In the early morning, a red sun rises.

The sun after the rain is extraordinarily brilliant, in the mountain temple in Zhongyang Town, the bewitching blood has been integrated with the entire ground, the smell of blood is strong, and the brilliant sunlight is reflected in it, which makes people can't help but feel a chill.

"We won!"

"Survived!"

"I feel like I'm going to collapse!"

"I thought I was going to die, but I survived after all!"

In the battlefield of the mountain temple, the people are venting the pleasure of the rest of their lives after the robbery.

This battle is dangerous.

They should have been wiped out, but they didn't expect to usher in a big reversal.

"Everyone, the wounded go and bandage the wounds, and the others immediately go to clean up the battlefield!"

Mu Jing's tall body stood in the sea of corpses and blood, his face was quite hideous, his high-spirited momentum was always maintained, and his voice was gloomy.

"No!"

Everyone was solemn and hurriedly received the order.

"How are you?" Zhang Ning's eyes were quick and he grabbed Mu Jing.

"It's already powerless!"

Mu Jing touched the blood stains on his body and said a little weakly.

"Sit down!"

Zhang Ning brought a medicine box with some white cloth and some Chinese herbs on it.

She gently removed the armor from Mu Jing's body.

"Almost, you're dead!" Zhang Ning looked at the scars on Mu Jing's body and said quietly.

"Can't die!"

Mu Jing showed a smile for the rest of his life: "The goddess of victory is always looking after me, isn't she?" ”

In the battle last night, it was extremely fierce, his cultivation was too low, he barely went to fight against a second-rate general, he couldn't even block ten moves, the battle armor on his body was torn by Fang Hao's knife, there were countless wounds, large and small, and there was a deep bone scar on his chest, which was almost fatal.

"Poor mouth, the goddess of victory can't see you, and now I am your goddess!"

However, Zhang Ning's holy hand is still good, after stopping the bleeding and taking the medicine, he bandaged it, and then he burst into a cold, the one who is close to Zhu is red, the one who is close to the ink is black, and there are more Mu Jing close, and he has also learned a lot of Mu Jing's rhythm of speaking.

"Thank you!"

"No!"

Zhang Ning put a beautiful bow on top of his bandage, and then said indifferently.

"I'm talking about just now!" Mu Jing said solemnly: "The grace of saving lives, remember it in my heart!" ”

If it wasn't for Zhang Ning to block the knife, he would probably already be a dead soul under the knife.

For Zhang Ning's martial arts, he also has some guesses in his heart, worthy of being a Taiping Saintess, a girl less than fifteen years old, her cultivation is actually between the great success of her internal strength and the peak of her internal strength, it is too terrifying, even the talented Lei Hu may not be able to compare with one or two.

"You saved me too!" Zhang Ning packed up the medical box and walked to some of the wounded soldiers next to him.

"A goddess indeed!"

Mu Jing looked at her back, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a smile with a unique taste was raised.

"Less in charge!"

Lei Hu was also injured, there was a punctured wound in the abdomen, but his physique was much stronger than Mu Jing, it did not penetrate the abdomen, this injury was not very serious for him, he walked over and said: "The casualty figures have been counted, thirty-one county soldiers were killed in the battle, two hundred and twelve people, and the students of our Wubeitang also killed seven people, including Fang Hong, in addition, Zhang Shi and others were also seriously injured!" ”

Their grain transport team, which was less than 400 people, lost nearly 250 people in the battle, which is equivalent to more than half of the battle deaths.

"Click!"

Mu Jing's fists were clenched, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were hideously revealed.

"All casualties will be registered, and when I return to Wuyin, I will compensate one by one!" Mu Jing said: "Now in June, in the early summer season, the corpse should not stay for a long time, let people dig a pit in the back mountain of the mountain temple, and bury it all!" ”

He wanted to burn it, but in this era, it is disrespectful to burn corpses.

"No!" Lei Hu nodded.

Mu Jing was silent for a moment, continued to speak, and said coldly: "How are our results?" ”

If there is a battle loss, there will naturally be a result.

This battle was won, no matter how it could be said.

"One hundred and eighty enemy soldiers were killed, one hundred and twenty prisoners were captured, and the other Yellow Turban soldiers took advantage of the night rain to escape, and we were already at the end of our crossbows, and we couldn't pursue!" Lei Hu said: "But several of their main generals were killed, the first two, one was killed, and the other was cut off by me and captured!" ”

"Who will the Lord be?"

"It's called Gong Chong, and I haven't interrogated the origin yet!"

"Gong Chong?" Mu Jing sneered: "Hehehe, it seems that eighty percent of them are from Gongdu!" ”

The Yellow Turban Army, the closest is the Qu Shuai Gong Du of Shangcai Gepo, from Shangcai into Nanyang, after the detour, you can avoid the main force of Wu Fang's Nanyang Army, and come by detouring the back road.

"How did they know we were passing through here?" Lei Hu didn't quite understand.

"It's not necessarily an ambush, it's more of a coincidence!"

Mu Jing thought for a while and said coldly: "If it is an ambush, they don't need to be so troublesome, they can directly pretend to be the people of Zhongyang Town, let us fall into the trap without defense, and then we will fall into the net and die!" ”

"I see!"

Lei Hu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "By the way, young masters, the warriors who came to our aid just now are the young men of Zhongyang Town, most of them are hunters, brave and good at fighting, if it weren't for them, I'm afraid that even if we can stand out, the grain and grass will be lost!" ”

"Where are they?" Mu Jing's eyes were bright and bright.

This battle was won very suddenly, it was already considered to be the main general, and it was undoubtedly defeated, at most it could only give up the grain and grass to fight out of the encirclement, but I didn't expect a reinforcement to come at a critical time, and suddenly let them reverse the situation of the war.

"Outside the temple, they are staring at the captured Yellow Turban soldiers!"

"I'll take a look!"

Mu Jing held his breath and reluctantly stood up, but his body was a little trance-like.

"Don't be in charge, I'll help you!"

Lei Hu hurriedly stepped forward, helped Mu Jing, and said as he walked: "Young master, your injury is not light, it is better to return to Wuyin to heal first, it is too dangerous to go to the battlefield here!" ”

"I'm leaving, who will escort the grain and grass?"

"Me!"

"Now that there are heavy casualties and not enough people surviving, people's hearts are already in turmoil, and now if I leave, this team may collapse immediately!" Mu Jing shook his head, Lei Hu is a fierce general, but he can't hold people's hearts.

Carried by Lei Hu, he walked out of the mountain temple, looked up, and at a glance, dozens of young men dressed as hunters were guarding more than 100 yellow scarves, and it was precisely because of these young men that he turned defeat into victory and won the battle.

"In Xia Mujing, I don't know who the strong man is?"

Mu Jing walked up and asked.

"Shanye villagers, Huo Yu, this is my cousin Huo Shao, they are all hunters of my Zhongyang Town!"

Huo Yu, a middle-aged scholar, stepped forward and pointed to the strong man beside him, as well as everyone behind him, and then said: "I didn't expect to see the famous Jingping Commercial Bank here, it's an honor!" ”

Among the villagers in Zhongyang Town, he is the only one who is good at talking.

"You know me?" Hearing this, Mu Jing squinted slightly.

"A few days ago, the price of Wuyin was chaotic, and a certain happened to be in Wuyin, so I heard about it!" Huo Yu said respectfully.

He is a scholar, he has some classmates in Wuyin, and he knows a lot about Wuyin, he not only knows that Mujing is the big shopkeeper of Jingping Commercial Bank, but also knows that Mujing is Zhang Chuan, the county governor of Wuyin, that is, the only son of Kou Mushan, the first big Kou Mushan in Nanyang in the past.

"I see!"

Mu Jing took a deep breath, looked at Huo Yu meaningfully with his eyes, and then said sincerely: "I thank you for saving all of us at a critical moment, thank you for your great kindness, today I brought disaster to Zhongyang, it is my fault, I am willing to make my compensation......"

"No!"

"It's just a matter of raising your hands!"

"You're welcome!"

Huo Yu and the others hurriedly pushed their hands, although they were a little moved, but more of a fear of the official.

"Everyone's politeness, I will write down this kindness, and I will repay it in the future!"

Mu Jing's eyes looked at this group of simple hunters, shining, and he had an idea, and said, "There is a reluctant invitation!" ”

"Please!"

Huo Yu said.

"My grain transporter has suffered two-thirds of the casualties and is unable to transport grain and grass, but the army of thieves in front continues to supply grain and grass, and I also ask you righteous men to help us send grain and grass to Runan!"

Mu Jing said in a deep voice: "I am willing to take out one-third of the grain and grass as a reward to repay you!" ”

The grain and grass he transported this time was enough for 10,000 stones, and a third was 3,000 stones, which was an immeasurable wealth for Zhongyang Town, after all, there were less than 500 people in Zhongyang Town.

"This ...... Can I go and talk to my elders? Huo Yu was a little moved, but he still calmed down and said in a low voice.

"Naturally!"

The pastor nodded, he smiled confidently, grain is the hard currency in troubled times, and there must be brave men under the heavy reward, he doesn't believe that these hunters are not tempted.

Huo Yu and Huo Shao asked their hunters to take care of the captives, and they returned to their ancestral house to discuss with the patriarch.

"Young master, what about these captives?" Thunder Tiger's eyes lit up with murderous intent.

"Captive?"

Mu Jing glanced over, squatting one by one, listless, the first of them was the main general Gong Chong, one hand had been cut off, covered in blood, his face was pale, and several guards around him were helping him stop the bleeding.

"Sword!" Mujing Road.

"In!"

One of them handed him a sword.

Mu Jing held the sword, broke free from Lei Hu's support, walked over, and put the sword across Gong Chong's head: "Who are you?" ”

"Let go of the young marshal!"

A few loyal soldiers became excited.

"Give me a little peace, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Behind Mu Jing, Lei Hu caught up, slapped the big knife in his hand, and slapped several people out.

"My uncle is Gong Du, the commander of the Yellow Turban Canal, you know me obediently and let me go, otherwise my uncle will lead his troops to level you!" Although Gong Chong broke an arm, he was as arrogant as ever, facing Mu Jing's long sword, he was not afraid at all, and said coldly.

"Hehehe!"

Mu Jing looked up to the sky and smiled, and a chill in the laughter made people tremble: "I forgot to tell you, my name is Mu Jing, remember me in the next life!" ”

After speaking, he went down with a sword.

A head was cut off, and blood splattered three feet high.

Gong Chong's eyes widened until he died, and he couldn't believe that Mu Jing actually killed him.

"Shaoqu Shuai is dead?"

"I'll kill you!"

Several loyal Yellow Turban soldiers glared at Mu Jing with righteous indignation.

"You're all free!"

Mu Jing put away his sword and said calmly: "I'll let you go back, take his head back, and tell your Qu Shuai Gong Du that it was my Nanyang Mu Jing who killed his own nephew and asked him to wash his neck, and the next one will be about him!" ”

With that, Mu Jing withdrew all the hunters who were guarding the captives and retreated into the mountain temple.

"This is going to let us go!"

"Shaoqu Shuai died, but let us go!"

"Qu Shuai will definitely not let us go, what should we do?"

These Yellow Turban soldiers were a little angry, and after the anger came fear, and after the fear, they were more at a loss.

"Less in charge, let's just let them go?"

In the mountain temple, Lei Hu asked incomprehensibly.

"We still have to transport grain and grass, how can we have time to take care of them, either kill them or let them go, if they are all killed, there will be some evil, in the final analysis, they are all Yellow Turban Army, Yellow Turban soldiers, most of them are people who can't survive, they are in the same vein, and there are many evils!"

Mu Jing said indifferently.

"But it's not too cheap to let them go!"

"Huh!"

Mu Jing sneered: "Not necessarily, Gong Chong is Gong Du's nephew, now that Gong Chong is dead, they are just not able to protect the master, do you think he still dares to go back, even if he dares, a few people will go back, they are no longer worried!" ”

In this era, the Lord humiliates the servants to death, and the Lord will all die, and if these people go back, most of them will also die.