Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

"Damn, it's fine if you don't taste it." Mo Junli touched his nose resentfully, and then silently put away the pile of bottles and jars with a rather regretful expression. Seeing his expression, Xiao Hongze didn't know what to say for a moment.

The crowd tied up the grandparents of the Wen family in a hurry. Ordinarily, they should take the hemp rope and go out of the tent to continue to tie up the remaining [-] or so Wen family elites in the camp.

However, the dandies looked at the puddles of water with unknown composition and color that faintly protruded from the buttocks of the soldiers, and they really didn't have the courage to wait for them to be tied up with hemp rope.

Mo Junli calculated the remaining efficacy of the Mongolian sweat medicine with his fingers, and gave Xiao Hongze and the others an extra dose of misty smoke, then resolutely chose to give up.

——The perspiration medicine prepared by his little master, one fingernail gap is enough for a grown man to fall asleep for six hours, and this group of people ate half a tank of water with soup and noodles. The wasted time is at least enough for them to sleep for four more hours.

Four hours is enough time for the Duke and the others to fight through the Dashui River and take down the whole Fuli defense line.

Hmm...then it's better if you don't die as a fellow daoist.

The young man clapped his hands, and with a smile directed the dude to lead the three of Wen's grandparents out of the camp and up the mountain.

Before everyone left, Xiao Hongze pulled out a large three-foot-wide gong from the corner of the kitchen. Jiang Siran saw his movement and couldn't help stretching his neck out of curiosity.

"Brother Xiao, why are you carrying such a copper gong?" The young man blinked, raised his finger and poked the surface of the gong slightly covered with green and copper rust.

Wen Yulang smacked his lips, and the dudes hurriedly hugged him out of the camp when they saw this, lest this man who hadn't calmed down yet come up with some terrible idea under the convulsion.

Seeing this, Wen Yulang cooperated with him and tried his best to let go of his throat: "Brother, you don't have to listen to them—even if my father and I die today, it is a sacrifice for the country and a worthy death! "

"Except for failing to die on the battlefield and shedding the last drop of blood for my help, we should die without regret—"

"I heard that his sound of smashing the table is very crisp, and the effect of using it to hit the gong should be quite good - anyway, there is already a bag on top of his head, and there are no more than one, two, three, four, five or six bags. What's the problem."

— That is to say, he doesn't really want this nephew anymore.

After all, no one has played this kind of fancy work before.

Thanks to the location of the cliff and the terrain on both sides of the Dashui River, although the two people's roars had some echoes, they could still be called Qingming when they fell to the ears of the people down the mountain.

"Otherwise, don't look for any sticks." Wen Yulang, who was tied up in a proper manner and has not yet recovered from the collapse, turned his head quietly, "Just hit Yan Yan's head."

This gong had probably been left unused for a while, and as soon as Jiang Siran touched it, his hands were covered with dust.

The young man stared at the lump of plaster on his fingertips, and wrinkled his nose in distaste. Xiao Hongze responded with a smile and bared his teeth: "Didn't your Highness say that you want to disturb the morale of the Wen family's army?"

"Damn it, I forgot when I was looking through the kitchen just now," Xiao Hongze slapped his forehead with a groan, "Wait, I'll run over there and look for it."

Wen Yushan, who had been riding his horse ahead of ten thousand people and was about to lead the charge with a group of Fuli soldiers, suddenly changed his face when he heard the sound. He looked up at the cliff in disbelief, and quickly ordered someone to release the Wen family. Special branch letter | number | bomb.

Xiao Hongze was silent, and secretly slandered uncontrollably, then took out two pieces of cloth strips for wrapping, simply wrapped the rolling pin, and quietly rubbed out two earplugs, finally, under Mo Junli's instruction, stuck them The moment the troops from the two sides at the foot of the mountain began to fight, the gong rang loudly.

... Which one is this and which one is it?
The soldiers of Wen's Army, who were not sure about the situation, had a look of bewilderment in their eyes. Unexpectedly, in the next breath, the man holding the gong threw the gong and shouted a word at the top of his voice.

"Is this going to be knocked with bare hands?"

"Your old general and Vice General Wen are also in our hands - if you want to keep them alive, you should quickly disarm and surrender!"

Come on, your hearts are really dirty.

"Well, it makes sense to think so, but Brother Xiao," Jiang Siran, who finally wiped his hands with a handkerchief, frowned at the gong, "You only use the gong, but you don't even have the mallet to beat it."

"Tsk, it's a pity." The man who had lost his calculation shook his head and looked away regretfully—he really wanted to try how it would feel to knock a gong with his nephew's head.

The fire letter was ignited, and the fireworks flew into the sky immediately, and white smoke exploded in the air. Fuli and the people waited for a long time on the bank of the water, but they still couldn't hear the original Tao that should come from the mountain, which belonged exclusively to their Wen family. The sound of fireworks at the base camp.

"Wait for the fight to start soon." Mo Junli raised his eyebrows, and what he said made everyone feel that the iron-eating beasts in Fuli this year might have no food for the winter, "It's best to catch up with our family and prepare to cross the water , when Wen Jiajun was about to raise his bow and draw his arrows."

——The most important thing is that Gua Wazi drank a whole bowl of noodle soup at that time. Although he never dreamed about like the soldiers in his camp, he was also discouraged one after another.

The young man had a half-smile, "This is a confrontation between two armies, not two people fighting each other. What kind of martial arts am I talking about?"

"I thought, even though the mountain we are going to climb later is not too high, if we shout only with manpower, it will still be difficult to attract the attention of the group of people who are confronting below on the battlefield--it is better to simply take It’s convenient and labor-saving to tap on something.”

"Listen to those who are supporting you—your camp has been taken over by us!"

"Good guy," Xiao Hongze was speechless, "Your Highness, are you really planning to not talk about martial arts at all?"

"Hey~ This situation is really tense." The young man raised his hand to his eyebrows to look out, took the gong, and looked back at the young man who was standing with his chest folded, "Your Highness, when should we ring the gong?"

When the three-foot bronze gong was struck by someone, the sound shook the heavens and the earth in an instant. Tens of thousands of people down the mountain followed the movement and turned their heads, and saw a group of people on the cliff nearly [-] feet high that was closest to Xianshui. A young man with a strange weapon escorted three Fuli soldiers who were tied up.

Wen Yulang hooked his lips and pulled out a warm (sang) and (xin) Confucian (bing) elegant (kuang) smile. Xiao Hongze was so frightened by his expression that he hurriedly went into the kitchen and grabbed a rolling pin in his hand. It was only then that Wen Yulang barely dispelled Wen Yulang's desire to beat the gong with Wen Yan's head.

A group of people, carrying firearms and brass gongs, rushed along the small road to the small cliff that they had found earlier in the morning. , could not help blowing the whistle lightly.

Seeing this situation, Wen Yushan's heart couldn't help sinking to the bottom of the valley, so far he confirmed that their camp has been captured by the enemy.

The Fuli army, which suddenly lost its base camp and its commander, was indeed in a state of disarray. Even though Bai Jingzhen, Wen Yushan and others tried their best, they were still defeated and completely lost in less than two or two hours. The defense line along the coast.

The veteran on the horse held his spear upside down, and looked quietly at the Qingjun youth who was captured alive. His eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, and his five fingers holding the rein were tightened again and again. When he spoke, his voice did not have the slightest wave:

"How about it, Grand Master Bai, is your country going to surrender for peace talks?"

Half of the writing was taken away by the old lady, and it withered