Yan Chen's arrow, the bow opened like a full moon, and at the same time, a large amount of yuan force was attached.

The head of the grain presser below shattered like a watermelon falling to the ground, and then the headless corpse shook and rolled off the horse.

Wang Minglun, who was standing at the top, raised the big knife in his hand and shouted: "Kill those who choose to be soldiers!" Rush me! ”

In this mountain pass, the soldiers of the Jinjia Battalion, who had been hungry for two days, rushed down from the top of the mountain.

Originally, this kind of scene should have been a killing sound, but because they were too hungry, the soldiers really couldn't shout, but they were not slow under their feet, and their eyes were green, and they rushed towards the grain truck.

After Yan Chen shot the decapitating arrow, he threw the hard bow and followed the large army to kill, Chu He followed closely behind.

Jiang Wuji, who usually has a relatively high demand for food, was lying on his side on the top of the mountain, although he was already hungry, his eyes were still staring at the bags of grain on the carriage below, and he muttered: "Grain...... Grab it...... Food ......"

In the past two days, Jiang Wuyi proposed to kill horses more than once to satisfy hunger, but Wang Minglun sternly refused.

In the Liang army, the status of war horses is extremely high, and they are almost the same as others.

Proposed many times, and rejected many times, it was not until Chu He told the story of him and Yan Chen bowing to the horse that Jiang Wuxian completely gave up the matter.

Then he changed his strategy and changed to stay still to save energy, which he has been lying on his side for a long time.

The grain transport team below, as soon as they saw the enemy troops killed all over the mountains, they were immediately frightened, and then went to find their leader Li Sanshi, only to find that Master Li, who was infinitely beautiful on weekdays, even lost his head.

Neither the soldiers nor the people in the food delivery team had the slightest idea of resisting, and they just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

But the front wanted to flee backwards, and the back wanted to run forward, and the two hedged together, and the grain transport team was in chaos in an instant.

At this time, the hungry soldiers of the Jinjia Battalion had already been killed, although they tried their best to kill the soldiers according to Wang Minglun's orders, but when the people in the team blocked the road, they would inevitably be stabbed.

These people are proud to be a member of the grain transportation team on weekdays, and they are also arrogant, so the soldiers of the Jinjia Battalion killed them by mistake, and they only feel that they are innocent of death, and they will not have any psychological burden.

The purpose of the Jinjia Battalion was to rob the grain, and it was not prepared to wipe out the grain transport team, so in the end, more than half of the 1,500-strong team escaped and went to Linchang City to report the news.

This is the first time that Chu He has participated in such a large-scale battle, and he also killed two soldiers with his hands, which feels very good.

The only regret is that this battle is a one-sided absolute advantage, and I don't feel the fierce fighting atmosphere.

Chu He was still reminiscing about the battle just now, when a burst of cheers suddenly came from afar.

Follow the sound and go over to see, it turns out that this grain pressing team is escorting not only grain, but also a cart of bacon.

The soldiers of the Golden Armor Battalion surrounded the carriage full of bacon, and their saliva was about to flow down.

At this time, Wang Minglun walked over, and the crowd consciously made way for him.

The old general Wang glanced at the car twice, and said coldly: "What are you looking at here?" Hurry up and bury the pot to make rice, fill your stomach first, and then say, this bacon is a small piece per person, and no one will take more than one person! ”

"Yes!" The soldiers roared excitedly and began to organize the cooking of pots.

Wang Minglun looked left and right, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he secretly reached out and pulled a piece of bacon from the car board, and then walked towards Yan Chen and Chu River casually.

Wang Minglun tore off two large pieces of bacon and handed them to the two of them.

"By the way, you can send another one to the one on the mountain later, I think he seems to be dying of hunger." After speaking, Wang Minglun tore another one and handed it to Chu He.

Chu He smiled: "Don't worry, no one can starve him to death." ”

Suddenly, Wang Minglun felt that someone was patting him behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Wuxian's miserable white face.

"Hey, give it to me."

Wang Minglun was taken aback, "Give ...... What's for you? ”

Jiang Wuyi, who was like a ghost, stretched out his finger and pointed at the bacon in Wang Minglun's hand.

"This is mine, your piece is in the hands of Chu boy."

"You're big."

Wang Minglun saw that Jiang Wuxian seemed to be about to pounce and bite him, so he hurriedly threw the bacon in his hand to him, and then left angrily.

Jiang Wuyi, who took the bacon, didn't say a word, squatted on the ground and began to gnaw.

Yan Chen walked to Chu He's side, looked at Jiang Wuxian, who was eating extremely indecently in front of him, and whispered: "If this kid is caught, he won't need to be tortured at all, he will definitely be hungry for two days." ”

After the three of them finished eating bacon, Jiang Wuxian finally relieved himself a little, and said leisurely: "But the fucking Lao Tzu is starving to death." ”

At this time, a soldier came to deliver the freshly cooked rice.

Jiang Wuxian snatched a bowl and began to pull the rice into his mouth, the big bowl of rice bottomed out almost instantly, and then he shoved the empty bowl into the soldier's arms.

"One more bowl!"

Chu He and Yan Chen looked away tacitly, trying to clear their relationship with Jiang Wuxian.

Yan Chen said that when Jiang Wuxian died, he must cut open his stomach to see what kind of structure it was.

Jiang Wuxian, who was squatting on the ground and picking up rice, heard this, secretly glared at Yan Chen, and then turned his body to the other side to continue eating.

After eating, Wang Minglun began to direct the soldiers to carry the corpses while going to the mountains to cut timber.

The Golden Armor Camp is going to build a camp here, no, it's a camp.

They found a lot of things on the baggage cart that were necessary to set up camp, which came in handy.

When the soldiers were moving the corpses, Yan Chen suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly ran over and found the body of the grain presser who had been killed by him with an arrow before.

Yan Chen put his hand into his arms, touched it for a long time, and finally found four silver tickets.

"Yo, quite a bit."

Looking at the denominations printed on these four silver tickets, Yan Chen suddenly smiled, and carefully put them into his arms, satisfied.

In terms of finding silver tickets, Yan Chen seems to have a natural intuition.

The stack of silver tickets that Hao Yue later handed over to Jiang Wuxian had already been confiscated by him.

In the future, Yan Chen's house in Quanzhou must be surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it will be luxurious.

Under the command of the two lieutenants of the Jinjia Battalion, the trees on Ba'an Mountain were transported down one by one.

Such a strong execution of the Jinjia Battalion is really an eye-opener for Chu He.

In less than two hours, the foundation of a large village has been formed, and it is still being strengthened.

This camp covers a huge area, not only completely occupying this grain road, but also stretching to the foot of the mountain on both sides, so as to cut off the waist in the real sense.

At this point, Linchang City, the largest granary in the east, and the grain route for transporting materials to the Hegudao battlefield were completely cut off.

People and animals are not enough, and the water is impassable.