Chapter 150: Qin Mo's Miracle (Part II)
Looking down on the land, the entire refugee camp was surrounded by a three-tiered star ring.
The stars of the headlights are densely packed together, and the engine sounds like a wild beast roaring, and the refugees are its prey.
Qin Mo's scalp tingled when he saw it.
Although he was mentally prepared for tonight's fierce battle, he never dreamed that the number of enemies would be so large, compared to the current situation, the bandit gang that came to Lu Lengcheng to rob last night was not even a warm-up performance.
Five thousand? Ten thousand?
No, at least 30,000 people! The camp was divided into three circles, apparently under unified command, with the innermost circle slowly closing towards the camp, and the remaining two circles standing still, ready to support and prevent refugees from scattering and escaping.
"What's going on? Is there such a powerful armed group here? Qin Mo asked.
"No, I'm afraid it was a joint attack by several or even dozens of armed forces, and they elected a leader to take unified command, so the formation is so staggered."
After putting down the binoculars, Saladin pressed Qin Mo's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "You have to be prepared, I'm afraid that half of the refugees won't be able to see the sun tomorrow, including you and me, oh, and Lilith." ”
That's true, no matter how powerful Qin Mo is, he is not an immortal, the enemy is surging from all directions, not to mention repelling them, it would be good to be able to break through.
But Qin Mo is not ready to break through, even if he dies, he will die with the people he guards.
Lilith on the side pulled out her silver spear and muttered, "I wonder if Lord Qin Mo has any hidden secret skills that can allow us to live longer?" ”
Qin Mo smiled bitterly and was about to shake his head, but his head suddenly froze.
I might have a way. ’
Qu Yao's voice came into his mind.
Qin Mo listened carefully and immediately understood.
There is a chance.
No, there is a good chance.
"Saladin, what kind of people do you think these robbers are? The crazy kind, or the kind who doesn't believe that I am the prophet Qin Mo. ”
Saladin thought for a while and said: "I don't believe that you are the kind of prophet Qin Mo, you see their footsteps without hurrying, like the sound of a death knell, before the people arrived, they had already caused an invisible pressure of almost despair to the refugees, this is not done by a madman." ”
"That's easy!"
"What?"
Saladin and Lilith looked at Qin Mo at the same time, both thinking that the enemy was not crazy, but he was crazy.
Qin Mo did look like he was crazy, he stood up with a snort, and shouted at the slowly approaching enemy:
"I am the prophet Qin Mo! Brothers and sisters, lay down your weapons and come to me, and I will show you 'miracles'! ”
Fuck, it was actually said in the local language, although it was said stiffly, but the meaning was expressed correctly.
Saladin and Lilith didn't know about Qu Yao's existence, and this local dialect was just Qu Yao's saying and Qin Mo's learning.
These words worked, and the approaching formation was scattered, and many enemies were shocked by Qin Mo's two words and stopped moving.
Qin Mo struck while the iron was hot, and then shouted: "Get ready for gravel!" Get secrets ready in your pockets! Get your steel knives ready! Come to me. ”
At this moment, all the enemies on the march stopped.
"What's going on? What tricks are you going to play? "I don't know when, Jing Nu came to his side.
There is a huge difference between friend and foe, and there is no point in reconnaissance and sabotage.
Qin Mo shrugged his shoulders and said, "What else can you do, do magic, learn from those so-called masters of Huaguo, and carry out the fool to the end." ”
Suddenly, a strong voice floated from the enemy formation: "I am the commander of the coalition forces, Rouhani, now come and see if you are true or false!" ”
The enemy moved again, but instead of closing in a ring towards the refugee camp, they converged in the direction of Qin Mo.
Five minutes later, nearly 10,000 people came to Qin Mo, it was really a big piece of black pressure, one person spat on it, Qin Mo could swim.
Strange to say, looking at them, Qin Mo suddenly had the illusion that the chief was inspecting the troops, and unconsciously, he actually waved his hand slightly:
"Comrades have worked hard!"
Lilith, Jingnu, and Saladin turned their heads, their faces covered in black lines.
Fortunately, it was spoken in Chinese, and the locals couldn't understand it, and many people still shook, probably thinking that Qin Mo was chanting a spell or something.
Then, a dark figure emerged from the crowd, he was in his less than forty years, wearing a decent military uniform, and a large number of colorful medals hanging from his neckline.
Rouhani.
His eyes are vicious, and at first glance, his hands are stained with the blood of refugees, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.
Qin Mo was not afraid at all, and removed his headscarf to reveal his true face.
The Qin Mo in the scriptures originally came from the East.
Rouhani was not at all frightened by Qin Mo's eastern face, and sneered: "Recently, the peninsula is full of Qin Mo, and there are prophets everywhere, do you think that with black hair and black eyes, you can come to the peninsula to deceive?" ”
There was a burst of laughter from behind, and most of the bandits were in the mood to shoot after watching the excitement.
Qin Mo changed to the local language that Qu Yao was teaching and said, "Hey, it's a mule, it's a horse, let's pull it out and we'll know." ”
"Good! Macadam! ”
As soon as he finished speaking, a thug stepped forward and handed Rouhani a jar of broken stones.
Lilith frowned.
Four thousand years ago, Qin Mo saw countless gravels rolling down from the top of the mountain in Luleng City, and casually said the number of gravels, this miracle has been passed down on the peninsula to this day, and it is a household name, and counting stones has become a game often played by children.
But they usually put a hundred pieces of rubble in jars and then pour them down from a high place, and even then, no one can count them at a glance.
In the jar in Rouhani's hand in front of him, there were at least seven or eight hundred pieces of rubble, each of which was only the size of half a fingernail.
This Rouhani is deliberately making things difficult for Qin Mo, and the true prophets will be stained into false prophets.
However, seeing Qin Mo's calm face, Lilith's heart actually calmed down.
"Listen, boy." Rouhani said contemptuously, "The number of stones in this jar has been counted in advance, I will pour it now, do you want to come closer?" ”
"Pour!" Qin Mo sat down cross-legged, his eyes staring at the jar for a moment.
"Slow!"
Saladin stopped Rouhani, who was about to dump the stones, "How do I know that after the prophet Qin Mo guessed correctly, you insisted that he was wrong?" ”
Rouhani was said to be tired of the kitten in his heart, and his arrogance suddenly folded: "Then what do you say to do?" ”
"Write the real number on a piece of paper, and after Qin Mo says the number of stones, you can open the piece of paper and show it to everyone."
Rouhani's eyes purred: "Good idea, just do it, bring me pen and paper!" ”
"I've got it here." Qin Mo said with a smile, taking out a pencil and Qu Yao's notebook from his backpack, tearing off a piece of paper and handing it over together.
Rouhani turned his back, wrote a number on a piece of paper, put it in his pocket, and turned back.
Spectators, the time has come to witness the miracle.