HCB Chapter 320: Have you really never seen the Mysterious Realm of Divine Wandering? Dare you try to ch
Chapter 320: Have you really never seen the Mysterious Realm of Divine Wandering? Dare you try to ch
When Wen Lin heard Wen Yanzhao say that Su Xin intended to attack the Wen family with fire, he felt a nameless anger rising from his tailbone and reaching the back of his head.
Wen Lin originally thought that Su Xin simply kidnapped Wen Hujiu to force Wen Yanzhao to give up his rebellion with the Baili clan.
Now, Su Xin not only wants to hold the Wen family hostage, but also wants to burn the Wen family to ashes!
How could a man not be angry? As the sixteenth generation head of the Wen family, Wen Lin had painstakingly managed the Wen family for forty-two years. How could he not be angry?
His eyes suddenly turned red, and he crushed the teacup in his hand with a "snap".
"Humph! You deserved to die! The imperial court failed to bribe you, and now they're sending threats! How dare Su Xin dream of destroying our Wen family?"
"Just now, Grandpa was still worried that Alie, Aliang and the others were too extreme in preparing so many poisons!"
"Now Grandpa is completely wrong. I'm too conservative!"
"Zhao'er, Grandpa supports you. Leave now. I'll let Bu Ping bring A Lie and A Liang to assist you. That damn Bei Daying, we'll just destroy it!"
Wen Yanzhao smiled knowingly, thinking that this was the grandfather who was fearless.
"Grandpa, don't worry. Let Alie, Aliang, and Uncle Buping stay home and keep their troops in place. After all, they don't have my level of cultivation. If anything goes wrong with an army of tens of thousands, you won't be able to rest assured."
"Little Su Xin is nothing to worry about. Give Zhao'er three days at most. Not only will I rescue my uncle, but I will also make Su Xin regret becoming an enemy of our Wen family!"
Wen Lin looked at the heroic Wen Yanzhao in front of him, feeling infinitely relieved and proud. He stroked his beard and smiled:
"it is good!"
"I have Zhao'er by my side, so I don't have to worry about anything! Go ahead, Grandpa will prepare a feast for you at home. When your unfortunate uncle comes back, we'll drink your celebration wine together at home!"
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into the night.
Lingnan North Camp.
The archers who escaped from the "irrigation" of the Wen Yanzhao River had already fled back to the military camp like drowned rats.
When Su Xin found out, he gnashed his teeth in hatred.
Not only did more than 200 soldiers die, but the sulfur and saltpeter he had purchased at great expense were also completely destroyed by the river water.
(Saltpeter is very soluble in water and will completely dissolve and become unusable once it is poured with water.)
Unlike today's large-scale industrial production, saltpeter in ancient times could only be obtained by mining raw ore and manual extraction.
Moreover, the output was very low, and it usually took several months to obtain a few hundred kilograms of saltpeter for military use.
In the Beili market, one pound of saltpeter costs about five taels of silver.
Not to mention the higher purity sulfur, which is also very expensive, with one pound of sulfur costing as much as twelve taels.
The sulfur and saltpeter used to equip two thousand archers cost Su Xin almost thirty-four thousand taels of silver, which was almost half a month's salary for the entire Beidaying camp.
Although it doesn't sound like much, this money was not allocated by the court, but was paid by Su Xin himself.
For a temporary purchase like this, the civil servants in the Ministry of War would definitely refuse on the grounds that the military pay was sufficient. In order to live up to the emperor's order, Su Xin could only solve the problem on his own.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"My money, that was all saved up from paying people one by one! Wen Yanzhao, I will never forgive you!"
Su Xin drank wine in the central military tent and cried out in pain.
There is every reason to believe that if two thousand archers were killed, Su Xin would not be so heartbroken.
But having lost tens of thousands of taels of his own private money, Su Xin must have hated Wen Yanzhao to the core.
The reason is simple. Killing thousands of archers would at most touch Su Xin's soul.
But the saltpeter and sulfur that harmed him wasted tens of thousands of taels of silver, which affected Su Xin's interests.
Just as Su Xin was drinking alone, a figure suddenly appeared above Beidaying.
The figure was dressed in white, with a cape fluttering in the wind. It was none other than Wen Yanzhao, whom Su Xin hated to the core.
Wen Yanzhao had already explored the Beidaying camp and found that it was heavily guarded and the troops were in good order.
Su Xin is indeed good at commanding troops. Although his skills are not many, they are definitely enough.
The outer layer was composed of 2,000 heavily armored cavalry, patrolling back and forth;
In the middle were long-haired soldiers forming a battle formation, taking turns on guard;
The inner layer is a phalanx of archers composed of twelve groups of archers, surrounding the central army camp;
The innermost part is the core where Su Xin is located - the central military camp.
Under the cover of night, the soldiers in the camp could not see Wen Yanzhao standing in the air dozens of feet above.
But Wen Yanzhao could clearly see the expression of each soldier and the mane of each horse.
He originally wanted to descend from the sky, release the strongest Yonghe poison with himself as the center, and turn this camp with a radius of five miles into a purgatory on earth, leaving Su Xin alone to inquire about the fate of the warm pot of wine.
But when he saw how neatly the soldiers were dressed and how orderly their patrols and shifts were, he hesitated.
Besides, the Confucian immortal Gu Chen had also advised him - if it is not necessary, do not commit more sins of killing.
He hesitated and secretly decided in his heart that it would be better to hand over such high-quality soldiers to Baili Luochen. After they surrendered to the Pofeng Army, they could also strengthen their own strength.
With his mind made up, Wen Yanzhao rushed into Su Xin's tent like a meteor!
"Boom!"
Su Xin, who was still drinking, was suddenly startled. A huge hole was smashed in the roof of the central army tent by something unknown.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of him. When the smoke and dust cleared and the drunken Su Xin saw clearly, the person was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.
She has a pretty face and a faint smile on her face.
"Who are you?"
Su Xin obviously hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem.
Seeing that he was not afraid at all, Wen Yanzhao stepped on his desk and asked:
"Su Xin, aren't you afraid of me?"
Su Xin held up the wine jar and said angrily:
"You're just a young boy, why should I be afraid of you?"
Wen Yanzhao raised his eyebrows: "Why aren't you afraid?"
Su Xin raised the wine jar and threw it at Wen Yanzhao, shouting, "I'm not afraid! Left and right, get this guy out!"
Wen Yanzhao admired his courage very much, but he didn't know that Su Xin was just a little drunk, and he had never seen Wen Yanzhao before, so he was naturally not afraid.
The halberd bearers and guards outside the door heard the noise inside the tent and were ready to go. As soon as Su Xin gave the order, seven or eight guards armed with knives and halberds came in and rushed towards Wen Yanzhao.
"Su Xin, don't you want to ask who I am?"
Wen Yanzhao ignored the guards behind him. He moved his toes and several gusts of wind surged behind him, blowing the seven or eight burly guards out of the tent.
Su Xin slowly regained consciousness at this time. Wen Yanzhao's move just now was indeed not like that of an ordinary person. He now fully believed that this person was most likely the Wen Yanzhao who was feared by the world!
"You...you are Wen Yanzhao!"
The wine jar in Su Xin's hand fell to the ground and shattered. He tried to get up, but his whole body felt as if the bones had been pulled out, and he was so limp that he couldn't muster any strength at all.
Wen Yanzhao smiled crookedly:
"clever!"
"That's right, I'm Wen Yanzhao, the man you think about day and night and want to kill!"
After saying this, Wen Yanzhao's figure flashed, and before Su Xin could react, he was already in Wen Yanzhao's hand.
"Wenwen...Wen Yanzhao, what are you doing? Don't forget...your uncle's warm pot of wine is still in my hands!"
"If you don't want to collect his body, I...I advise you to sit down and talk to me!"
Wen Yanzhao carried the limp Su Xin and walked out of the tent, saying:
"Su Xin, you should thank me now!"
Su Xin was puzzled: "Thank you? Should I thank you for rushing into my camp in the middle of the night and disturbing my drinking?"
Wen Yanzhao chuckled: "I didn't realize you had such a sense of humor!"
"If I hadn't come to your camp, everyone in the Wen family would have brought enough poison to turn your camp of 40,000 people into a purgatory. Even you would have been poisoned to death, and no grass would grow within a hundred miles for ten years!"
What Wen Yanzhao said was not a lie. If Wen Yanzhao did not come back to rescue Wen Hujiu, the younger generation of the Wen family would be enough to make Su Xin regret provoking the Wen family.
When Su Xin heard this, he shuddered and felt a warm liquid flowing out of his lower body...
"You...you can't kill me. The warm bottle of wine is still in my hand! You can't kill me!"
Su Xin was picked up by Wen Yanzhao and dragged out of the tent. The soldiers outside the tent did not dare to move when they saw their commander being captured by Wen Yanzhao.
Wen Yanzhao threw Su Xin to the ground, wiped his hands and said with a smile:
"Su Xin, you said you're a stern-faced general, don't you know that there's always a mountain higher than the other?"
Su Xin had just regained his freedom, and it was not known whether it was the instinct for survival or he was completely sobered up by the alcohol.
He jumped up and rushed towards the guard closest to him. He was only ten steps away and reached him in the blink of an eye.
"Qiang!"
Su Xin drew his sword, raised the steel sword in his hand and shouted:
"Brothers, listen to my orders!"
"This man is the Lingnan rebel Wen Yanzhao. Whoever can cut off his head, I, Su Xin, will reward him with ten thousand taels of silver and appoint him as a cavalry captain under my command!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the archers and guards in the inner camp focused their attention on Wen Yanzhao.
Except for the archers whose Luofu River was flooded by Wen Yanzhao at noon today, the other soldiers had never seen Wen Yanzhao.
As the saying goes, there is always a brave man under a big reward. The temptation of ten thousand taels of silver and a fourth-rank military position is too great for an ordinary soldier!
In just a moment, hundreds of archers aimed their arrows at Wen Yanzhao.
Dozens of personal soldiers drew their swords and rushed towards Wen Yanzhao at the top of their lungs, intending to chop off his head in exchange for a lifetime of wealth and honor.
"Alas, I didn't mean to kill anyone today, Su Xin! These people's deaths are all your fault."
Wen Yanzhao sighed but did not move.
"Den!"
"Whoosh!"
The sound of bowstrings rang out, and hundreds of arrows like locusts shot towards Wen Yanzhao at the same time.
At a distance of less than twenty steps, those well-trained crossbowmen were 100% sure that the arrows could penetrate the chest!
But Wen Yanzhao, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, didn't move at all, as if he was waiting to die.
"Om..."
An inconspicuous buzzing sound came from Wen Yanzhao, and Su Xin clearly saw that a circle of barely noticeable ripples was actually rippling around Wen Yanzhao.
It's just like the rhythm of the air in the distance under the sun in midsummer.
The arrows stopped less than three feet away from Wen Yanzhao, as if time had stopped!
Before everyone could be surprised, Wen Yanzhao waved his hand and all the arrows turned into powder, disappearing into the air of the camp as if they had never existed.
And those personal soldiers who swung their swords at Wen Yanzhao were just one step away from having their swords chop off Wen Yanzhao's head.
But something even more shocking happened - dozens of personal soldiers turned into ashes from the ground below and dissipated bit by bit in the wind.
Just like the paper people and paper horses burned at funerals, they will be blown into ashes when encountering the wind.
Wen Yanzhao remained motionless, and spoke to Su Xin calmly:
"Su Xin, I think you have never seen the Divine Wandering Mysterious Realm. Do you dare to fight me?"
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