These grains and grass are enough for the people of a city to eat for several years, and it is quite criminal to burn them, but there is no way, the war is already very cruel.

Although she thought so, the movements of her hands did not slow down at all, and soon the wine bottomed out, and the fire primers were scattered everywhere by her, and she listened to the movement outside, and threw away the fire in her hand.

The fire "soared" and burned all at once, and Mu Zishuang's face was a little hot.

But because it was daytime, the fire was not particularly visible, and there was a fog cover, and by the time they found out that the granary was on fire, it was too late.

At the same time, because of the fog, Mu Zishuang and they did not have great difficulty getting out.

Ten people scattered and retreated, with a small target, and did not attract much attention.

On the contrary, Mocheng fell into a bitter battle.

Bai Mo broke through from the west gate at the beginning, and then General Mo assaulted from the south gate, although the two coalition forces were caught off guard at the beginning, they still reacted quickly, the soldiers besieging the city were gathered, and the gap of 10,000 was not so easy to erase, and General Mo quickly felt the suppression from the numbers.

He retreated all the way, and Xuanyuan Wenrong stood on the city wall to observe the overall situation.

The 50,000 soldiers formed a circle back to back, and as soon as someone fell, someone would immediately make up for it, and they slowly moved back, this formation was the most advantageous for them, and it was able to minimize the damage.

On the contrary, the coalition forces fell into a passive situation, although they were numerous, they were all confined to the periphery, and only the people in the inner circle could really fight with the soldiers of the Xia Dynasty.

But despite this, there will still be sacrifices.

Xuanyuan Wenrong pursed his lips and looked at the soldiers outside the city, wondering if they could hold out until Bai Mo came back.

Blood stained the ground, the fog in the air dispersed, the sun shone through the clouds and the war continued.

Finally, Bai Mo is back.

"Shoot the arrows!" Xuanyuan Wenrong finally gave the order when he heard the advice of his subordinates.

A group of soldiers who had been prepared for a long time drew their bows and shot arrows, and the rain of arrows rushed straight to the back of the crowd.

The enemy's lineup, which had been formed with great difficulty, was suddenly disrupted.

General Mo immediately withdrew his troops with 50,000 soldiers.

By the time the leader of the enemy army reacted again, the news of the general warehouse had already reached the city.

Yeluqi, the leader of the Liao Kingdom, slapped his palm on the crosswood under his hand, and the crossbar with the thickness of an adult man's arm turned into powder under his hand.

"When did the Xia Dynasty produce such a difficult female general!"

The people under him were trembling and didn't dare to say much, especially the little leader who came to report was already pale with fright.

"Only burned the grain and grass of our country? The intact state of Hu? ”

"Yes." The little leader replied tremblingly.

"Hu Guo." Yeluqi narrowed his eyes, "Go and invite General Qin to come, just say that I am going to talk to him!" ”

"Yes." His subordinates were ordered to go to Hu's camp immediately.

Some other people asked under pressure, "Look, General, do we need to call back the people we sent to summon before?" ”

"Not necessarily." The corners of Yeluqi's mouth hooked up a fierce smile, Hu Guo had better not defect to the Xia Dynasty, otherwise it would be very easy for him to exterminate the 40,000 soldiers.

At this time, Hu Guo's side was also in a mess.

General Qin was counting the post-war situation, but he didn't expect to hear the news from the general warehouse and the granary of the camp in the west: the people sent to deliver the message before had been intercepted and killed, the general warehouse of the Liao State was burned, but his country was not damaged at all, and although the camp granary was attacked, the casualties and losses were not large.