Jiang Mengli took a look at the banknotes, which totaled more than one thousand taels.
The jewelry includes pearl hairpins, white jade hairpins, jade bracelets... five items in total.
She closed the jewelry box and couldn't help but sigh, "If one day I am free from all worries and see through the world, will I also become a nun?"
Hearing this, A-Gump immediately retorted, "Master, you can't become a nun. Don't even mention us disagreeing. The prince will be the first to disagree."
Jiang Mengli poked him on the forehead and said, "Why mention him when there's nothing to do? The patient is here, let's get down to business."
Three months passed in a flash.
In spring, peach blossoms bloom, willows sprout, and the earth is full of vitality. However, the land of Pucheng is like hell on earth, with blood everywhere and an oppressive atmosphere.
It was once bustling and prosperous, but now it is sparsely populated and bones can be seen everywhere.
Wen Mohan was wearing bloody armor, holding a bloodstained sword in his hand, and walking towards the mountain of corpses with heavy steps.
He stopped in front of the corpses, knelt heavily on his knees, and looked at the body of the little boy closest to him. His heart seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, "I lost..."
The little boy was only four or five years old, his eyes still wide open in fear, holding a bloody little wooden horse in his hands. There was a big cut on his neck by the sword, and the blood had already drained out.
With trembling hands, he closed the little boy's eyes and looked up at the pile of corpses, young and old, male and female.
Everyone died miserably, and most died with their eyes open.
Wen Mohan felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife, and there were faint tears flickering in his eyes.
The Scorpion Army behind him had heavy expressions and watched quietly.
Yun Jian stepped forward and said, "Master, we have already driven out the Langya List. We have not lost."
Wen Mohan: "How can an empty city be worth so many lives? How many soldiers and civilians have we lost? How much have they lost? Where do you think we won?"
Everyone: “…” Silence.
The county town is back, but the people are gone.
There were 20,000 Poison Scorpion soldiers when they arrived, but after half a month of fighting, there are only about 12,000 left.
The Langya Bang only lost less than a thousand people. The vanguard was an intelligent medicine man, and even if someone was scratched by the medicine man, they would be poisoned.
The Langya Gang even had some pretty good firearms, and they were designed by the Weapons Supervisor based on the stolen blueprints.
The spy we had been trying to find turned out to be from the Langya Gang.
Wen Mohan stood up, calmed himself down, and ordered his soldiers to dig a pit to dispose of the bodies.
This pile of civilian corpses were locked up by the Langya Gang to be used as alchemists. Since they couldn't take them away, they were killed on the spot.
It took two days to deal with the bodies, and he also sent people to look for survivors.
Very few people survived, and only about ten people were found in five or six days.
At night, Wen Mohan sat outside the tent, staring blankly into the distance with unfocused eyes.
Yun Jian and Yun Ying walked over and sat down beside him.
Yunying handed the secret letter in her hand to him, "Master, this is a secret letter from the capital, from the emperor."
Before he even opened it, Yun Jian angrily complained, "Your Majesty is only good at giving orders, but you want the horse to run without eating grass!"
"When we asked for reinforcements, he said he couldn't allocate them for the time being. As for food supplies, he said the treasury was tight and we needed to find a way to raise funds. It's clear he wants the master to pay for both money and labor!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He picked up a stone and threw it far away in anger.
Why……
Yun Ying sighed dejectedly, "Isn't this intention obvious? I want the master to send more Scorpion troops to support us, and pay for the food and fodder himself."
"Master, fight to the death to eliminate the Langya Gang. This way, the Langya Gang will be eliminated, and Master's power will be weakened. This will be the best of both worlds for Your Majesty."
Wen Mohan didn't react much to what they said, because he knew what the emperor was thinking.
He opened the secret letter calmly and peacefully. It was indeed written by the emperor, and the imperial seal was also at the end.
The content surprised him slightly.
It has not yet been discovered who in the court is the spy colluding with the Langya Gang.
But you have to be careful, there are spies with you on the expedition, not just soldiers.
My people intercepted a carrier pigeon from your place, and the letter had no name or surname on it...
"The people from the Langya Gang are really omnipresent!" After reading it, Wen Mohan took out a fire starter and set the secret letter on fire.
Seeing his gloomy and cold expression, Yun Jian asked softly, "Master, what's wrong?"
Wen Mohan glanced around and lowered his voice, "There are spies in the army, secretly observing all the generals. Report any unusual behavior immediately. Don't alert the enemy."
There's a spy in the army! !
The news shocked the two of them.
Except for a young general and three deputy generals appointed by the emperor, the rest are from the Scorpion Army.
Who could this spy be?
Wen Mohan, who had walked away, suddenly turned back and said, "Take your men to the food camp. Food is the most important thing right now."
The expedition was rather hasty, and the food and fodder brought by our companions was only enough for four months, even if we used it sparingly. Now there is not much left.
They also hoped that the imperial court would send people to deliver more food and fodder before they ran out.
Just relying on the emperor is not enough, so Wen Mohan also wrote a letter to his good friend, Lord Duan, the prefect of Jingzhao, to help raise food and fodder.
"Yes!" Yun Jian and Yun Ying took the order and left quickly.
Before the two of them had gone far, a fire suddenly broke out in the food camp, illuminating the entire camp.
A raging fire shot up into the sky, accompanied by crackling sounds.
"Oh no! The food supply is on fire...!"
Wen Mohan, who had just entered the tent, ran out hurriedly, looking towards the direction of the food camp with shocked eyes.
The other generals followed and hurried to the grain camp.
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