Chapter 1150: Is there self-blame in the depths of the dream soul?
In the past half a month, under the analysis and leadership of Xiao Yilei, a military advisor who calculates that others are almost demonic, they found the lair of this group of people, and then according to the 12 hours of uninterrupted observation of the sharpening knives and woodcutters issued by the military advisors, they are familiar with the life and rest methods of these people, and especially understand the work and rest methods of this team that they focus on.
In addition, in the past half a month, they have not only become familiar with their routines, but they can even call out the names of a small number of them, not to mention the usual walking movements and personalities of these people.
After understanding the habits of the enemy, I finally decided to do it tonight.
And the object of their action is the 400,000 Murong Mansion private army hidden here 19 years ago when Murong Qingyu used the war as a cover!
400,000!
At the beginning, the total number of private troops allocated by the imperial court to Murong Mansion was only 300,000. After 19 years of operation, the 300,000 private troops have become 600,000.
Although 100,000 have been buried in the hands of King Cheng Qianyeze, and 100,000 have been besieged in the area of Hangu Pass by Dongfang Ming, the prince of Dongxiang, an ally of King Li Qianyeyao, there are still 400,000 troops here.
These 400,000 elite soldiers are enough to set off a huge catastrophe in South Vietnam!
19 years ago, all the military salaries of the 500,000 heroic souls who followed Murong Qingyu on the expedition to Fengling Pass and the pensions after the sacrifice were used to support these people.
The discovery of the lair of the Murong Mansion's private army confirmed the suspicions that Princess Mixue had arisen from an abandoned ledger.
This group of people followed Murong Qingyu here, and they really didn't participate in the battle, but directly dedicated their 500,000 compatriots to the Western Jin Dynasty, and then occupied the mountain here as the king, and used the large amount of pensions issued by the state after the death of those 500,000 people to let them live a good life for such a long time.
After three days of observation, they were all superior in terms of food, clothing, use, and weapons. Obviously, in the past 19 years, Murong Qingyu has not invested less money and energy in this.
Because this is the border, sparsely populated, and there are only 50,000 soldiers guarding the town, there is no way to patrol the mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles, so this has become an excellent place to kill people and hide dirt. Even if 400,000 troops were hidden, the soldiers on the border did not know about it.
For 19 years, these 400,000 private soldiers have carved holes in this mountain range, grown food, and become self-sufficient. The worn, used, and weapons are regularly supplied by Murong Qingyu.
As for the dwelling, they simply hollowed out the entire mountain range, and they lived in a hidden mountain wall.
This place is deserted, and I am not afraid of being discovered, and even if I find out, people think that it is for border soldiers. So in the past 19 years, the private army of Murong Mansion here has lived a very nourishing life.
Looking at these dead soldiers, the eyes of the Tempest Troopers were full of contempt.
Although almost all of them are from the Northern Wei Dynasty, most of them were once soldiers and have the feelings of soldiers.
These private soldiers are all South Vietnamese people, and their ancestors have lived in South Vietnam for generations, although their identity is the private army of Murong Province, but in the final analysis, they are all South Vietnamese people, just like the 500,000 heroic souls who died.
But they watched as their lord killed the 500,000 comrades for his own selfish gain. In this way, they stepped on the corpses of 500,000 comrades-in-arms and lived in the mountains surrounded by heroic souls all year round. In the depths of the dream soul, won't the soul be condemned?
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