In the hall, Bai Feng stood in front of Zhao Shuang.

"Lord, the Mo family's stronghold in Nanzheng has been built, and the corresponding organs and objects have also been transferred."

Reclaiming land and relocating people is just a matter on the surface, but secretly, it is necessary to move the Mo family's forces here.

Establish a communication line that secretly runs through the territory, with the main city of Zhaojia Village as the node, and the Mojia stronghold can be divided along it. In this way, a large number of Mo disciples can quickly shuttle and radiate their influence to the Central Plains in the east, Bashu in the west, and even in Longxi, and even beyond.

For Zhao Shuang, the Mo family is not only the more than 10,000 ink heroes who crisscross the rivers and lakes, but also the organs that can develop production.

"Is it time for the public to lose?"

"I have arrived at the Mo family's stronghold in Nanzhengdi, and I am repairing the White Tiger, which was damaged during transportation."

"He's still the same!"

Because of Zhao Shuang, he broke away from the public loser and joined the Mo family. However, he is always in an awkward situation in the Mo family. Even today, I have never been to the Organ City.

However, his obsession with the Mo family's tricks is not to be talked about. Compared with the public losers, the Mohist organs are more close to the people, and they have great uses in transportation, production, and military.

"Although the disciples taught by Gong Yi over the years belong to the Mo family, they have little to do with the Mo family. They have entered the realm of the Lord, how should they be arranged? ”

"I will set up a bureau in the territory to recruit the public and these disciples of the Mo family, and let them enter my territory openly."

There are not a few disciples of the Mo family who have entered various countries as officials, and this is not a big deal.

"My subordinates understood."

At this moment, a fire ignited in the distance.

Zhao Shuang stood up and walked out of the hall, with Bai Feng following behind. Out of the palace gate, the ink crow fell to the ground from the eaves mountain, side by side with Bai Feng.

"In that direction, it's the beacon tower of the Eagle Mountain Stream."

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The night fire was raging, the door of the military village was open, and the long road was full of corpses.

Limang's eyes widened, panting like a cow, and white air spewed from his huge nostrils. In front of him was a young general in black armor. Surrounding? It is the Qin army of the black press.

Tonight? Limang was originally designed, and wanted to take advantage of the Qin army's habit of temporarily gathering the Yimin in the military village after midnight? Attack and occupy this military fortress at night.

Afterwards? Even if he can't hold it, Limang can burn it. Such? Eagle Mountain Stream can return to its previous state. But the difference is that the Qin people have already reclaimed 100,000 acres of land after that.

In the eyes of Limang? That's wealth.

It's just that? He was tricked by the young general in front of him and entered the encirclement. Although the people of the Zhurong Department did not have much loss, his vassals died a lot.

If he fails to win tonight, it will be a heavy blow to his prestige.

Limang yelled? The surrounding giants belonging to the Zhurong Department also roared? For a while, although they fell into a disadvantage, they had already overwhelmed the Qin army in terms of momentum.

The giants of the Zhurong Department were all about one zhang tall, dressed in fur, and held rudimentary wooden weapons in their hands. But even so? The wooden hammer as thick as the trunk of a tree can knock down a large piece of it.

Really? It is correct to send a distress signal.

Sima Han sensed that there was a problem with that group of Yimin, so he planned it. But? He was not greedy for merit and correctly estimated the situation of the enemy and us? Call for help from the rear.

In fact? The development of events was also as Sima Han expected. He set up a bureau to besiege the people of the Zhurong Ministry? But the strength of these giants far surpassed that of the Qin army present.

The weapon in Limang's hand was a long black knife, about the same length as Limang's height, and it was very finely polished, unlike the wooden axes, wooden spears, and wooden hammers made of stone and wood used by the giants. Naturally, the power is also very powerful.

Sima Han saw with his own eyes that with the long black knife in his hand, Li Mang picked up a rushing car wrapped in iron sheets that besieged them with a single kid. After that, a large number of soldiers also flew and were seriously wounded.

We can no longer let Limang rush into battle so unscrupulously, and in the long run, the morale of the army will be lost.

The Qin army's arrows could hurt the vassals of the Zhurong Division, but they had little effect on these giants whose muscles and bones were like iron and stone. For a while, Sima Han didn't have time to mobilize those more powerful ballistas.

Sima Han took a brisk step and rushed forward, stabbing straight with the spear in his hand.

Feeling that little bit of cold light, Limang, who was charging into battle, sensed the danger, and returned his knife in front of him, blocking the spear.

The owner of the spear looks young, but it is not small.

In a hurry, Li Mang took a step back, stepped on the soles of his feet in the mud, and fell into a large pit. Li Mang frowned, roared, his arm shook, and the black long knife turned, but Sima Han was repelled.

The figure retreated in a straight line in the air, and when it fell to the ground, Sima Han had already taken more than twenty steps back, and the spear was stuck diagonally on the ground, and a long line of several zhang was drawn on the dirt before it could be stopped.

It's amazing!

Sima Han understood that if he fought hard with the leader of this giant, he would definitely lose. By the time he attacked again, he had already changed his strategy.

A little cold light flickered in the air, and for a while, the shadow of the gun was like flying. Sima Han took advantage of his size and made his attack angle more flexible.

However, although Li Mang is huge, his movements are not sluggish, on the contrary, he is unexpectedly flexible.

Sima Han fought with him for a long time, undefeated and undefeated, but he had fallen into decline.

There will be three moments of the battle, and in the night sky, a circular sword will spin. Li Mang was fighting with Sima Han, and he was about to win, but he was disrupted by this sword.

After a knife, Li Mang retreated and distanced himself from Sima Han.

A young woman was standing beside Sima Han. This woman Limang knew and had fought with him.

Outside the camp was a large number of banners of the Qin army, and seeing the arrival of a large number of reinforcements from the Qin army, Li Mang had already retreated in his heart. Immediately, he gave the signal, and all the giants turned to retreat and retreated.

Limang took the lead, and the group of rushing cars besieging them couldn't stop Limang's long black knife at all, and they could only watch these giants go away.

"Bai Lu, why did you come so soon?"

It stands to reason that the signal for help was sent out here, and the fastest arrival should be Zhao Xinjun, who was stationed behind the Eagle Mountain Stream, not Bai Lu, who was in charge of the Three Thousand Feather Forest.

"Tonight, I took hundreds of feathers to escort grain and grass, and I saw that you had a beacon fire here, so I brought someone over first. Otherwise, with those local recruits recruited by Zhao Xinxin, how could they have such fast foot strength? ”

"So, the big army didn't come?"

Bai Lu smiled, also relieved.

"These giants are really powerful."

Sima Han was also relieved, a little afraid.

"If you hadn't deceived Limang with a trick, it would be hard to say whether you would win or lose tonight."