Back in the beggar gang, everyone killed fish and boiled soup, and each had a full meal.

The fainting brothers gradually regained their spirits, but the little beggar with brown hair and red eyebrows did not get better.

Mu Yu pulled his eyelids worriedly: "What's the matter?" You can't really be hurt by me, right? ”

"Don't mess around!" Hou Fuluo slapped the back of Mu Fu's hand, "Bai Mao is a wolf clan, and he has to eat half a catty of raw meat and drink two bowls of cold blood every day to barely support himself, how many days have he not eaten?" Which one got better so quickly? ”

"Huh! There are so many of you begging to help God! Mu Yu exclaimed, and looked at the wolf beggar with novelty.

"Bai Mao is different", Hou Fuluo said, "When I picked him up on the grassland, he was three or four years old, and I gave him the noble surname 'Ran' according to the tradition of the Qian people, and I really treated him as my own brother." So, that day, I heard Mr. Wu say that Bai Mao was likely to starve to death, do you know how desperate I am? ”

"I can't see it, you're quite emotional!" Mu Yu deliberately teased Hou Fuluo.

"Humph! That's what you don't understand! Hou Fuluo snorted coldly and patted his chest with a vow, "The temperament of the master, even if the master is missing a mouthful of meat, he must let the brothers have a mouthful of soup!" Otherwise, why do you think that the beggars help dozens of people, why do they all obey me? ”

"Cut!" Mu Mo rolled his eyes, "Say two words about you, I don't know who my surname is!" ”

"That's right", Hou Fuluo suddenly looked at the sky, "Shen Banxian said, tomorrow Zi Weixing will return to its place, and the catastrophe of the beggar gang will be solved." When the time comes, I will kill those two black-hearted Qiang people and relieve your hatred! ”

"What's so fun about killing people? I'm still waiting for the event to be done, and then torture them! ”

Mu Mo said, lying on his back and looking at the starry sky, "It's just that now that the big thing is imminent, it's not worth the effort on them." ”

"It's up to you." Hou Fuluo said, and also hugged his head and lay on his back beside Mu Wu, looking at the starry sky.

A few days later, Ran Baimao finally opened his eyes, Hou Fuluo gathered the begging gang under a tree, and opened the Sikong Dong military camp defense map drawn by Mu Wu and compared: "Sikong Dong's troops are next to Bugu Mountain. There is a stable only three miles away from the Sikong Dong camp tent, as long as there is a slight movement around and the war horses neigh, the soldiers will go out in turn, extending to the entire barracks, so they can't break in. ”

Hou Fuluo said, and handed the branch to Mu Yu: "Fortunately, our 'Zhiduoxing' has come up with a way." ”

Mu Mo glared at him, took the branch, and circled a few key points on the defense map: "The protective soldiers of Sikong Dong's camp are in shifts every other hour, and there is a gap of half a quarter in the hour, Sikong Dong has just fallen asleep, and the soldiers gather to gamble. ”

"We can find a cloudy day, take advantage of the gap between their concentration and gambling, put sweat medicine in the stables and soldiers' drinks, break into the camp tent of Sikong Dong in the dark, and come back after killing someone." Mu Yu said, drawing a line of action on the defense map.

"But where can I find the sweat pill?" Ran Baimao asked with some confusion.

"Thank you to those two people in the fence." Mu Mo and Hou Fuluo looked at each other and smiled, and told them about cleaning up the Lu brothers that day.

Everyone burst into laughter, and Mu Yu suddenly asked, "By the way, who is Shen Banxian?" ”

A little man with a mustache squeezed out of the crowd, and his horns and eyes circled around Mu Yu.

"Mr. Shen, we are looking for a cloudy day to operate, what is the weather like tonight and tomorrow?" Hou Fuluo answered the question and asked.

Shen Banxian made a gesture, took out half an elm bark from the coat, spread out the celestial records, observed back and forth for a while, closed his eyes and replied: "After the rain tonight, it will be sunny for half a month, and the young master has to act quickly." ”

"That's great!" When Hou Fuluo heard this, he couldn't help but look happy, "Let's act tonight!" ”

On that day, except for Shen Banxian and the old people to take care of the Lute brothers, the beggar gang went out.

As soon as Hai Shi arrived, Mu Mo and Hou Fuluo took Ran Baimao and his party from Cuckoo Mountain to the Sikong Dong military camp.

Seven or eight officers and soldiers were sitting around the camp tent of Sikong Dong, concentrating on gambling and drinking, and Ran Baimao flashed past them in the dark, secretly sprinkled the sweat medicine into the guard's wine one by one, and withdrew to the stables with a smoke, and scattered the rest to the stone trough, and when the men and horses were asleep, they motioned for the others to come down from the mountain.

Everyone crouched down to observe the movement around them, and crept into the barracks.

"Bai Mao, there is a granary next to the stable, you can take the brothers to solve our urgent needs first."

Hou Fuluo quietly grabbed Ran Baimao and ordered him to take people to carry grain from the granary back to the handicap, and he and Mu Yu quietly infiltrated the Sikong Dong camp.

It was pitch black inside, and it looked like a black cloth had been covered in front of me. There was no sound around, only the sound of even breathing accompanied by a slight snoring came faintly from the corner.

The two of them crouched down, daggers in their hands, and reached forward to snore.

Suddenly, a cold sharp weapon caught Mu Yu's neck, and the snoring voice turned into a cold order: "Put the knife down." ”

Mu Mo "chuckled" in his heart, and the darkness had disappeared from his eyes. In the sudden brightness of the lights, he found that Hou Fuluo's neck was stuck in a square intertwined with four long swords, and the long swords were held in the hands of the four silver-shirted guards. Outside, eight uniformly dressed silver-shirted guards were evenly distributed in each corner, forming a well-organized formation.

Mu Yu followed the cold order and couldn't help but be surprised: The commander of the camp is not Sikong Dong!