She now has a limited number of people in her hands, and she is in charge of a large amount of grain and grass, so it is not appropriate to clash with them.

Moreover, since Xuanyuan Wenrong has such a plan, he must be fully prepared, and Bai Mo does not need to give away his head.

The most important point is that she is a general, and the resources and travel time in her hands directly determine the success or failure of a battle and the survival of a town.

But...

"These people are obviously not refugees, I am afraid that someone has ulterior motives." Su Chen withdrew his gaze from a few bodies in the distance, and lowered his voice to Bai Modao.

"Naturally, they are not refugees, they are private soldiers raised by the Seventh Prince." Bai Mo changed his posture to a more comfortable position.

The two of them have been lying here for more than an hour, after the grain and grass bypassed the Magpo, the two of them sneaked in, although they can't delay the trip, can't gamble with the grain and grass and the lives of the soldiers, but if Xuanyuan Wenrong is let go like this, Bai Mo will really be very unhappy!

"Let's go, let's go and step on the spot." Bai Mo got up and flicked the grass clippings on his body.

Two figures in night clothes are like no one in the huge Mag Slope.

"Huh? Da Zhuang, do you feel cold? A big man rubbed his arms and turned his head to look at the other person beside him.

"What's cold, I think you're sleepy, there's not even wind in these dog days, what kind of cold are you?" The person who was asked looked at him with a look of neurosis, this kid is not sick, he is so hot that he wants to jump into the river and soak in it, he actually feels cold!

"Maybe it's really sleepy, I'm going to find them to change shifts, damn, when is this white ink coming? Didn't you say it's almost there? Scratching his head, thinking that he might be hallucinating, the big man grumbled as he walked towards his sleeping brothers in the camp.

Su Chen withdrew his gaze from Bai Mo's hand just now, it was definitely not his delusion.

Although he didn't know what it was, and he didn't know what effect it would have, it must have been done by Bai Mo.

Su Chen hung his head and bent the corners of his mouth.

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the unaware people, smiling like a cat that had stolen fish.

These things that they ignore will make them uncomfortable...

At the very least, it can make them pull their stomachs for three days and three nights, and it will be difficult to recover their strength even within a month.

After all, it's a good thing.

【Host! How could you have this thing! It's not ...... It's not !! 403 suddenly screamed.

Bai Mo plucked his ears: [What is the fuss, it's noisy. 】

[Not ...... How could you have something from the previous world! 403 continued to scream.

[Shut up!] Isn't it normal for me to have something from the previous world? White ink is impatient.

403 doesn't care: [Where is it normal!] How the hell did you get it! 】

[You care about me! The white ink said that he was very tsundere, and blocked out the noisy 403.

！！！！！！！！

Groove !!

The host actually blocked it!

How the hell did the host block it!

How many skills does its host secretly conceal from it!

403 is almost Sparta, so how can it explain to the above!

403 cried and pulled out a simulated handkerchief to wipe his tears, and hey, the system that no one loves is really pitiful.

Little cabbage, yellow in the ground~