He and the Zhou family were leisurely sitting in a teahouse.
Behind him were more than a dozen large oil drums that had been prepared.
Zhou Cheng sipped his tea, squinting as he looked towards the Lituo County granary not far away...
Lituo County is a city in the central region of Yan Kingdom. The total number of soldiers here is about 10,000. If we want to mobilize 8,000 elite soldiers to ambush, we will definitely need to draw manpower from various departments.
That's right,
Zhou Cheng watched as six or seven tenths of the three hundred guards stationed at the granary were withdrawn.
Great, only about a hundred people are left.
“Nephew Cheng…” Grand Tutor Cheng woke up the next day.
Even now, I still haven't fully processed the scene I witnessed in prison that day: "You know how frail Xianyi is."
"She usually stays indoors all the time, is delicate and frail, and can't even kill a chicken. What if she encounters some danger in the capital?"
"She can't even beat an ant."
“When she encounters a man who looks fierce, she gets so scared that her legs go weak and she can’t eat for three days. My poor, weak daughter, I simply cannot imagine how she can survive in this world.”
As Cheng Taifu spoke, his eyes reddened, and he wiped away his tears with his sleeve.
Zhou Cheng had a headache and felt a pang of anxiety from what he said.
But time was of the essence. His father was about to run out of food, and heavy snow was coming to the border. The lives of 130,000 soldiers were in Zhou Cheng's hands.
He had no other choice but to leave the Black Dragon in the capital to search.
"Uncle Cheng."
Zhou Cheng rubbed his temples and repeated the comforting words for the three hundred and eightyth time: "I have already sent Black Dragon to the Su family. The Su family is willing to speak on behalf of Father in the Golden Phoenix Hall."
"The Su family will agree to something as safe as seeking immortal essence."
"Don't worry... never mind."
“I’m worried myself, but now the lives of 130,000 people on the border are waiting for me to rescue them. I can only wait for news from Heilong.”
"If we still haven't heard from Xianyi after we arrive in Jiangling City, I will immediately take you back to the capital and personally find her. Stop nagging me; it's making me imagine her tragic fate, and it's making me anxious."
Grand Tutor Cheng wiped away his tears with his sleeve in sorrow.
Turning away, as she thought about it, she imagined Cheng Xianyi encountering danger.
Overwhelmed by a father's affection, Grand Tutor Cheng, a doting father, smirked.
Suddenly, he hugged the twitching black rat and began to sob: "My obedient, sensible, and frail daughter, I'm so sorry..."
"Please don't let anything happen to you, Immortal Will."
"May you be safe, may everything go smoothly, may you be safe."
"Xianyi, how can your father live without you...?"
Zhou Cheng's temple throbbed.
This made him even more panicked.
The second sister pursed her lips, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
Black Rat patted Grand Tutor Cheng on the back. Only after the sun set and the light was gradually enveloped by the night did he ask Zhou Cheng what was on his mind: "Young Master, are we going to burn down their granary?"
"What's the rush?" Zhou Cheng patted his sleeves and stood up.
How could it be burning?
Of course, we'll empty the space!
With so much food, how many points can we save?
He looked up.
His gaze was fixed on the granary in Lituo County, his eyes sharp and cold, like a ready-to-fire arrow: "Black Rat, the ammunition you've been given is ready. It's about ten miles from here to the valley."
"From the time the message was sent out to the time the troops returned from the battle, it would take about half an hour."
"Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they have taken over the granary."
"Then I poured fuel on all the flammable areas and buried a landmine every hundred meters. I want to see if they can ambush us in the valley and take our goods, or if I can plunder the granary and catch them like turtles in a jar."
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