Chapter 310: Burying the Pot to Make Rice

Mountain Inn.

There was no one in the empty room, and there was still a slight residual warmth in the stove on the table. It was obvious that the person had just left.

The middle doctor ordered Qi to stand in the room, frowning, and received the news that all the spies in the trap he had arranged in advance had been eliminated.

Ling Qi had already made a promise in front of Lao Ai. Now, not only had Zhao Shuang not been caught, but what was even more troublesome was that once he was allowed to escape and gather troops, it would be quite troublesome.

"Quickly send spies to search the surrounding roads. We must find Zhao Shuang and his one hundred guards."

Ling Qi gave the order, but heard the sound of a horn in the distance.

"what happened?"

The soldiers hurried in and reported the enemy situation in the rear.

"Master Zhong, the guards of Han Yangjun attacked our heavy troops in the rear and burned all the food and grass."

"What?"

Ling Qi couldn't believe it. It wasn't until he walked out of the house and saw the black smoke rising in the distance that he realized that something had really happened. He grabbed the soldier who was delivering the order and questioned him.

"I have deployed two hundred heavy troops there, and they are guarded by chariots and crossbowmen. How could this happen?"

"Our soldiers were no match for them. They fired arrows two hundred steps away, and the crossbowmen had no time to respond, so they were shot one by one. After they rushed in from the mountain road, they set fire and left, and the chariots also Can’t catch up.”

In order to speed up the march as quickly as possible, Ling Qi ordered his soldiers to be lightly armed and only brought necessary weapons and half-day rations. The rest of the supplies were escorted by heavy troops from behind.

These supplies were now destroyed, and it would take a day to reach the nearest supply point.

Starving soldiers will blow up the camp.

"Let's search. Is there any extra food and grass in this station?"

Generally speaking, such a large post station must have a lot of supplies in reserve to meet the needs of travel. After Ling Qi's men brought the news that the warehouse was full of grain, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that with only a hundred guards around Zhao Shuang, he had no time to destroy or move the food and grass in the station.

With these provisions, Ling Qi's breath became thicker.

"Use this as a base to search for Zhao Shuang's traces. He doesn't have many horses and can't go far."

"promise!"

Blood dripped from the sword's edge, and the road was littered with the corpses of Trap Assassins.

After running wildly for several hours, Chang Pingjun sat down on the horse and couldn't bear it anymore. Just when they were about to reach the fiefdom, a group of snare assassins ambush them.

Looking at the thousand-mile horse lying in a pool of blood, Changping Lord slowly squatted down and let the horse that had been following him for a long time close its eyes.

"Your Majesty, we are only a few miles away from the fiefdom, but the horses have been destroyed by the assassins in the trap. What should we do?"

Standing in front of him was an old slave who had followed Lord Changping for many years. He was a native of the Chu state. He followed the then Crown Prince of Chu from Chu to Qin, and then stayed with Lord Changping.

Chang Pingjun's hair was a little messy and stained with a lot of blood. Galloping between life and death, Changping Jun finally felt a sense of oppression. This was a completely different feeling from the intrigues in the court. As long as he relaxed slightly, he would lose his life.

"It's really not an easy thing to fight against the snare."

Lord Changping sat on a stone like an ordinary farmer, without any regard for etiquette.

"Your Majesty, don't be discouraged. The signal has been sent out. Reinforcements will surely arrive soon."

The old slave comforted him, but Lord Changping smiled.

"I'm afraid the reinforcements won't come."

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"Because I have already secretly ordered several of my generals to rush to Qinian Palace with reinforcements."

The old slave's expression changed and he was a little confused.

"In that case, why did your Majesty rush back all the way?"

"There are several roads from Qinian Palace to my fiefdom. Even the guards around me don't know which way I will take before setting off. Why can Luo Sheng arrange so many forces to stop me here?"

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"I have a traitor in my trap."

As soon as Mr. Changping said these words, the old slave's face became a little gloomy and his voice lowered a bit.

"Then does your Majesty know who the traitor is?"

"I remember that I only told you this matter!"

Lord Changping smiled, and the old slave slowed down, his rickety figure straightened up, and he pulled out a dagger from his waist.

"A few months ago, I discovered that there was something abnormal about the old slave who followed me. Although he could complete the tasks assigned by me very well, there were some mistakes in some details after all. You are a very good assassin, but it is a pity that you can only It can be so.”

"Since your Majesty already knows that I am a trap, why do you let me stay by your side?"

"Otherwise, how could Luo Wang think he knew my movements and feel relieved; otherwise, how could I avenge my old servant who had been with me for many years!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to take revenge!"

Luo Wang's assassin rushed forward brandishing a dagger. At this time, no one around Chang Ping Jun was closer to him than this assassin.

But Lord Changping didn't move at all, and the assassin inexplicably stopped on the way to kill, unable to move at all.

The Zhu family wiped their sweat and walked out from the side, with a worried blue mask on their face.

"Your Majesty, it was really dangerous just now."

"As long as you are here, the snare cannot hurt me."

Chang Pingjun's words caused the Zhu family mask to change from blue to bright red.

"Your Majesty, you are really ashamed of me for saying that. All the farm brothers have arrived, and Mr. Changwen is being guarded by Xiakui personally. Your Majesty, you can rest assured."

Mr. Changping nodded, with some worry on his face.

"Lao Ai's troops are much larger than I thought. This war may be more troublesome than originally planned."

"Your Majesty, I have some doubts."

"What?"

"There are rumors in the world that the leader of the Mo family is close to Lord Hanyang, but why is it that the Moh family is not seen alone in this war? According to the order of the Lord, only Xia Kui and I came with dozens of elite disciples. Even if you hide your traces, the farmer's movements will still leave some traces on the rivers and lakes. But there is no movement at all from the Mo family, it's really strange!"

"Perhaps the rumors in the world are wrong, and the relationship between Zhao Shuang and the Mohist family is more complicated than imagined. Or maybe, Zhao Shuang thinks that this war will not require the Mohist family to take action."

Chang Pingjun stroked his long beard, hoping even more that the answer was the former.

Night falls, the mountain station.

The house where Zhao Shuang used to live has been turned into a command room.

Ling Qi waited anxiously for the reports from the spies sent out one by one to confirm Zhao Shuang's whereabouts.

However, several hours have passed and he still has no answer.

The army had already buried pots to make rice, and the aroma wafted in, but Ling Qi had no appetite at all.

There was a noise in his ears, which made Qi a little annoyed.

"What's the fuss about?"

I saw a young man slowly walking in with a bowl and chopsticks, and found a place to sit down and eat. Beside him were two girls who rolled their eyes at the boy's behavior.

"You...it's you!"

Ling Qi rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw.

Could it be that he wanted to find Zhao Shuang so much that he had hallucinations?

Ling Qi pinched his cheek, which hurt a little. After a moment of astonishment, he looked overjoyed and shouted.

"Hurry...come quickly!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked down by the two girls beside Zhao Shuang.

"We are eating. Why are we making such a fuss? Do you still have meritorious deeds?"

The boy next to him looked at the man who wanted to kill him with a very disgusted look, which made the man feel like he wanted to die.