The Xiongnu soldiers were very efficient, quickly collecting dozens of fishing boats from small fishing villages in various tributary waters around the Panlong River, and easily captured some fishermen for boating.

However, Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian, did not invest all his forces this time, just like the wolf king on the grassland would not put all the wolf cubs in one den; First of all, the number of ships was not enough to carry his 3,000 men and horses, not to mention that the target was easy to be exposed due to the large number of people, which was not conducive to sneak attacks, and secondly, this raid in Han had to be quickly resolved, so he asked one of his commanders to lead half of the men and horses to return to the grassland with the goods and slaves looted in the early stage.

Without the drag of baggage, not only can the speed of the march be accelerated, but the withdrawal of some men and horses with great fanfare can also confuse the guards of the Panlong Pavilion on the other side of the river, making them lose their vigilance; What's more, as long as you cross the river and deal with a small Panlong Pavilion, half of the people are enough!

Contrary to the Crouching Tiger Pavilion on the north bank that has turned into a scorched earth, the Panlong Pavilion on the south bank is full of vitality at this time, on a lookout platform at a high place, a couch, a pot, a lamp, a pair of peach blossom eyes of the 'Zimu Gongzi' is drinking himself, the turbulent river in front of him has given him enough confidence, for hundreds of years Panlong Pavilion has been as stable as Mount Tai under the protection of the river, not to mention that there are hundreds of well-equipped doormen and family members under their own hands, and the city defense of Panlong Pavilion is impregnable, and now' The plan to watch the fire from across the shore has succeeded, the Crouching Tiger Pavilion no longer exists, and everything seems to be under his control.

The men in the camp of the Huns on the north bank of the river were shouting and neighing, and were retreating northward, like locusts in transit, although they would eat up all the green leaves, but they could not take away the land under their feet; Soon he will send his men to take over all the land on the North Shore, where he will establish a larger trading market and gather countless riches, but the difference is that the owner of these things will become his 'Purple Wood Prince'!

"What is the place to live without worries? What the hell is Xiao Lang? It's not that I'm being toyed with by my own tricks and applause, I'm 'Gongsun Zimu' is the only overlord on both sides of the Panlong River! ”

Thinking of this, Zimu Gongzi looked up to the sky and laughed proudly, the feeling of holding the wisdom bead in his hand made people particularly intoxicated, "Pass the order: all the pavilions will be lit up, and the wine banquet will be held tonight, and all the stewards, doormen, and guards will be rewarded, and all the servants in the pavilion will be rewarded with two catties of meat, one catty of wine, and five pounds of money." ”

"No! Xie Gongzi is rewarded! All the doormen, guards, and servants around bowed down and thanked them.

Zimu Gongzi's move is not only to reward his subordinates, but also to show off his wisdom; The ancients had a saying: "If you don't return to your hometown, it's like walking at night in brocade clothes, who knows?" And low-key has never been his style of Zimu Gongzi.

That night, the whole Panlong Pavilion red lights hung high, the two sides of the hall were full of arm-thick butter candles, from time to time flashing dazzling sparks to illuminate the hall as bright as day, more than a dozen beautiful singers in the middle of the hall were dancing, the delicate waist, pink and white skin attracted the attention of countless men, all kinds of delicacies and seas were brought up like flowing water, and countless Zhuang Ding and doormen were around in front of Zimu Gongzi to offer courteous words......

"Childe's talent is unparalleled, and it is difficult for us to wait for the horse......

The son is both civil and military, and he will become a great weapon in the future......

We are congratulating for Gongzi, Panlong Pavilion, and Gongsun's family......"

Listening to countless flattering words in his ears, the cup was filled with elixir wine, looking at the graceful dancers in front of him in the hazy light, and fantasizing about the days with infinite scenery in the future, Zimu Gongzi was finally completely intoxicated.

"The young man is proud, the spring breeze is proud, the beauty is in the arms, the wine is in the cup, who can not get drunk ......"

At midnight, when the entire Panlong Pavilion was plunged into a carnival, thirty miles away, at the upper Longshou slope where the water flow was slow, after a day and a night of rushing work, a huge chain boat had been built, dozens of fishing boats of different sizes had been matched, and were tightly fixed together with ropes, covered with wide wooden planks, in the turbulent water, the iron cable boat was really stable as flat ground.

Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian, usually administers the army very strictly, and this sneak attack is even more cautious, thousands of Hun soldiers by the river are lined up with small wooden sticks, and even the horse's hooves are wrapped in small pieces of sheepskin. The whole team waited silently, like a pack of steppe wolves ready to go hunting, fierce and cunning, but also patient enough......

The Panlong River is still flowing quietly as usual, and in the grass on the bank of the river, a large number of grass insects are chirping happily, which is the most proud moment of their lives, but they have no idea that once the late autumn season is over, when the cold wind blows on the earth, it is the day they die; Summer insects can't talk about ice, and how much stronger can humans be than insects? At this time, the Panlong Pavilion in the lower reaches was a prosperous color, like a red ripe fruit, waiting for people to pick it.

The night is dark, the bright moon has been covered by dark clouds, the time to attack has come, with the order of Liu Bao, the king of Zuoxian, all the Huns began to board the ship one after another, taking advantage of the cover of the dark night, under the careful control of the fishermen who were threatened by the steel knife, the fleet slowly sailed towards the south bank......

Because of the geographical location, the north gate of Panlong Pavilion near the river is high and deep, the walls are strict, and there are heavy guards, on the contrary, due to the needs of trade at the south gate, not only the terrain is flat, but also the guards are very loose, plus Zimu Gongzi rewarded all his subordinates tonight, and only a few people on duty at night were also drunk, and completely relaxed their vigilance, so when the Huns successfully landed on the south bank, and cautiously groped all the way to the vicinity of the south gate, the people inside were unaware......

The surging Panlong River and the sturdy castle gave them too much security, but they forgot that there is no mountain in this world that cannot be climbed, no river that cannot be crossed, and no defense line that cannot be attacked!

The night watchman on the city wall was quickly shot by the Hun archers, several vigorous warriors climbed up along the rope that put on the female wall, unknowingly, the ghost unknowingly, the gate of the Panlong Pavilion was quietly opened, in the face of such a rich town, more than a thousand Hun soldiers were like hungry wolves rushing into the flock, holding scimitars, their eyes were red, and they rushed in with a crazy shout......

Soon the originally silent Panlong Pavilion was full of fighting, screams, screams, screams, ......, the firelight swayed, the smoke rose quickly, countless buildings were burned down, countless blood flowed on the ground, and the previous 'Crouching Tiger Pavilion' was so similar, cause and effect cycle, but yesterday's spectators became today's protagonists.

The complacent Zimu Gongzi was drunk in a flattery, and after drinking and being in high spirits with the two concubines, he was hugging left and right in the gentle township with the sweetest dreams, and he didn't know anything about what was happening outside......

As the sky-high fire rose outside, "Dang! With a loud bang, the bedroom door was kicked open from the outside, and the 'large intestine housekeeper' with a cloak rushed in from the outside like crazy, and he didn't have time to speak, he lifted the mandarin duck brocade quilt, and didn't care about the two concubines who screamed loudly in the leakage of spring, forcibly pulled up the Zimu Gongzi who was still sleeping, and took out the 'Broken Army' treasure knife hanging at the head of the bed and ran out......

"Childe go quickly, the Hun soldiers suddenly came in from the south gate, and the village was ......lost everywhere," the large intestine butler shouted while shaking up Zimu Gongzi, who was still in a semi-comatose state.

It is undeniable that no matter how bad a person is, there is always a shining side of human nature! Although the 'large intestine housekeeper' usually bullies men and women, and does all kinds of evil, it can be described as a bad sore on the top of his head and pus under his feet, but at this time, he is like a vicious dog loyal to the Lord, with a hideous face and a short knife in his hand, desperately rushing out to kill......

The looting figures of the Hun soldiers flashing around, this group of steppe wolves was lured by themselves with iron tools and wine, and now countless houses have been burned down, their own century-old savings have been looted, and their concubines are carried on their shoulders like goods by the Hun soldiers...... looking at everything in front of him, Zimu Gongzi, who has come to his senses, is completely stupid, and the 'watching the fire from the other side' has become' Set on fire', his proud heart was crushed by the trampling, all the schemes, all the fantasies collapsed in the raging fire, like a walking corpse being pulled out by the 'big intestine butler', everything was like a nightmare, but the dream was too real,......

In the house of the Gongsun family, those few houses that are always filled with the smell of heavy decoction, at this time Zimu Gongzi's father, the old master of the Gongsun family, is particularly indifferent, he is always bedridden on weekdays, and today he sat up in a rare spirit, when he learned the news of the destruction of the 'Crouching Tiger Pavilion' yesterday, he already had a bad premonition, and the ancestral precept that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the family comes to mind from time to time:

Coiled dragon crouching tiger, the same root and the same origin;

Yin and yang are mutually beneficial, sharing honor and disgrace;

Immortal Seal, Purple Wood Divine Stake;

The city is burned by flames, and the dragon is born!

Knowing that the son is not as good as the father, this son of his own, gifted and intelligent, but narrow-minded, treacherous, and risky, since the day he handed over the family business to his son, he expected that sooner or later there would be this day; Looking at the sky-high fire outside the house, listening to all kinds of panicked cries in the Zhuangzi, he could only helplessly leave a long sigh: "The son of wisdom and exposure will not protect his family!" ”

At the same time, on the north bank of the Panlong River, in the Hun military camp, the Taoist chief of the 'Wuwu Zi' was sitting patiently in the big tent, reciting the mantra over and over again, until he saw the monstrous fire rising on the south bank, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his slightly dark face, and the two deep dimples were extremely obvious......

habitually touched his nose, got up and took off the mixed yuan gossip robe outside, revealing a pure black bodysuit inside, his eight-foot-tall body became more and more vigorous, easily twisted the necks of several Hun guards at the door, and left a long incense stick on the grass pile behind the camp......

Then a loud whistle sounded, and from the distant night quickly rushed a black shadow, as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, when he came to the side of the 'Wuxian Zi', he poked his big head into his arms and rubbed it affectionately, it was the Qianli ink smoke horse - 'cabbage'; turned over his horse, Xiao Yi galloped towards the upper reaches of the Panlong River, where there was still a big meal waiting for him to start......