Chapter 210

Now there was only one place in his dreams: Panlongcheng.

He wanted to get up, but his arms and legs were stiff, a bit unresponsive, just like an old car that had been idle for five or six years and needed to be started again.

He Lingchuan just sat up and saw that the stool in the room was overturned very unnaturally.

After he walked around his small house, he found that the firewood had been moved away, and the two fat fish in the rainwater vat were also gone. He hurried back to the bedroom and moved two bricks in the corner to take a look.

Fortunately, the medicine and silver hidden here were still there.

Simply put, his house had been robbed. The thief who came in to fish in troubled waters might even have to spit, disliking his house for being poor and having nothing to steal.

However, his saber was still leaning against the side of the bed, and the petty thief didn't dare to touch it.

This was clearly a military saber style, with words and numbers on it. According to the Panlongcheng law, those who steal military assets would have their hands chopped off, and the petty thief couldn't sell this saber even if he stole it.

He Lingchuan was scratching his head when the courtyard door creaked open and Hu Min walked in.

He saw He Lingchuan standing at the door of the house, first startled, then overjoyed, "You're awake?"

Looking at his demeanor, he knew this question wasn't simple. He Lingchuan blinked, "Awake, what happened to me?"

"You've been in a coma for three days! The military doctor treated your wounds and said the spider poison in your body was too heavy, and it would take three to five days to clear it. How many bites did you get from those cavern spiders?"

He was also poisoned? Seeing his confused face, Hu Min rubbed his hands, "What is the last thing you remember?"

"Falling into Zhu Xiuer's nest." He Lingchuan said vaguely, "I thought I was dead for sure, how am I still alive?"

"Everyone thought you were heroic, and the pension from the Military Merit Department was issued but couldn't find anyone to claim it. It turns out you seemed to have fallen into the underground river of the spider cave and were washed to the White Poplar Pier, and were only discovered by a shepherd three days ago. He saw you wearing the Great Wind Army uniform, clutching a saber tightly in your hand, so he came to report it, and Xiao Tou guessed it was you and went to pick you up personally."

"The Ghost Needle Shi Lin is twenty or thirty miles away from White Poplar Pier; if you hadn't floated to the shallow beach, no one would have known it was connected to the underground river of the Ghost Needle Shi Lin!" Hu Min patted his shoulder, "You kid, you are truly blessed!"

What could He Lingchuan say, he could only sigh to the sky, "My life is not meant to end, heaven also has to help."

He knew in his heart that this was just a smokescreen of the Panlong Dream. Last time he suddenly logged off at the end of the river valley interception battle, the dream also arranged a drowning ending for him.

"Is there any creativity, can you change an excuse?" Did he look like he was lacking water in the Five Elements?

Hu Min was surprised, "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" He Lingchuan laughed, "By the way, how did that battle end?"

"That was eight days ago, hey, your contribution is great. I heard the cavern spider's nest was burned by you, Zhu Xiuer was so scared that it didn't even fight, rushing back in a hurry, only then could General Nanke's team successfully escape the Ghost Needle Shi Lin and join the reinforcements sent from the city to beat back Hua Mucuo."

He Lingchuan knew very well that flowers bloomed on two sides at that time: "What about the other battlefield?"

"Taking advantage of Weicheng's main force being lured away by General Nanke, General Hong led us to steal Weicheng. This process had many twists and turns, but in the end, Weicheng was still taken into our pockets." Hu Min also participated in the Battle of Weicheng, so he told all his observations.

The battle on General Hong's side was no less tortuous than the Ghost Needle Shi Lin, He Lingchuan listened intently and asked subconsciously, "Why did the Baling Kingdom suddenly send a large army to the Panlong Wasteland?"

You must know that in the previous fifteen years, Baling and Xianyou were the old opponents of Panlongcheng; the progress of the war was loose and tight, fast and slow, and even the two sides were often silent, not violating each other, and doing business.

Panlongcheng, this thorn in the eye, the two countries had been used to seeing it, and after pulling it for more than ten years without pulling it out, they simply left it alone, and even the friction that often broke out on the border was handled coldly.

But He Lingchuan already understood at this time that this situation was mostly because Baling Kingdom or Xianyou Kingdom had problems within themselves, and it was difficult to take care of both inside and outside, so they relaxed their occupation of the Panlong Wasteland.

Why did Baling Kingdom suddenly become energetic again and send out a large army of forty thousand all at once?

Hu Min shrugged, "I don't know about that." He was a soldier, only responsible for fighting, and the information from the upper levels would take a long time to pass down.

"However, Hua Mucuo was not reconciled after gathering Shao Yingyang's remnants and turned back to fight Weicheng. General Hong led us to hold firm and not come out, and Hua Mucuo had no good way, after all, that city was reinforced by his own hands, and he knew best how hard it was to fight." Hu Min laughed loudly when he said this, "Then the wasteland had goose-feather snow for three days and three nights, and hail!"

"The Baling people were frozen miserably, with nothing to eat or wear, and had nowhere to stay nearby, just like wild dogs on the wasteland, how pitiful! By the way, a Baling team seemed to have slipped away in advance, probably due to infighting at the top. At this time, General Hong sent people to attack the Baling camp at night and won a victory. Hua Mucuo didn't pretend anymore, threw away his helmet and armor, and went home." Hu Min couldn't close his mouth, "You haven't seen that kind of cowardly look of them being listless until now!"

He Lingchuan also laughed.

Weicheng was taken back, and the Baling people had no stronghold in the eastern part of the Panlong Wasteland. How could these forty thousand people live by eating wind and drinking dew? So the withdrawal of troops had become a foregone conclusion.

In the past year or so, both sides were fighting Mobile Corps Commander warfare, influenced by the objective conditions on the wasteland, and the troops invested in each battle were as few as hundreds and as many as one or two thousand; both sides were used to this rhythm. Shao Yingyang came and wanted to catch Panlongcheng by surprise, which was to set a trap, use speed to fight speed, and use a large army to crush Panlongcheng's small team.

The most important thing in this was to seize the time to fight an information gap.

According to his plan, by the time Panlongcheng reacted, the elite of the Great Wind Army had already been eaten, and maybe General Hong had also been taken, which would directly shake the foundation of Panlongcheng.

However, this kind of strategy had great advantages and disadvantages. If the fat meat delivered to the mouth wasn't eaten, the contradiction of insufficient logistics would immediately become prominent. Weicheng couldn't support so many people, let alone now that the forty thousand army had become a wandering army?

Next, the time, place, and people were all lost, and the entire Panlong Wasteland would be against you.

"So we took back Weicheng." Hu Min sighed, "Your home is back."

Home? He Lingchuan had no feeling, "What happened to Shao?"

"Dead, General Hong ended him with his own hands."

He Lingchuan was thinking about the information revealed by Hu Min.

What were those few sentences Shao Yingyang said to General Hong, what was "the former Lady Mitian", and what was "God's Messenger"? Mitian was the god who protected Panlongcheng; what was the difference between the former and the current one? Regarding gods, the information he obtained was ultimately too little.

God's Messenger was still easy to understand; did it refer to someone who accepted "God's Descent", or in other words, a skin bag? He was very curious, was the invincible General Hong completely obeying Mitian's will, or did he still retain his own consciousness and thoughts?

In other words, was the battle fought by Mitian, or by General Hong himself? At this time, Hu Min took out a few ingots of silver and gave them to He Lingchuan, "This is the money you won."

"I won?" He had no impression, "Before the Ghost Needle Shi Lin battle, did you place a bet in the team?" Hu Min smiled, "Your teammates came twice, you didn't wake up, and finally a skinny monkey asked me to pass the money."

He walked out to scoop water to wash his hands, and by the way, looked into the vat, it was empty, "Eh, did you eat the fish?"

He Lingchuan shook his head, "My house seemed to have been robbed, the fish and firewood were stolen, but the saber was still there."

"Even the most blind thief wouldn't dare to steal a military saber." Hu Min smiled, "Are you going to report the case?"

"Can it be recovered?"

"Honestly, I don't think it can be recovered." Hu Min was realistic, "Although the city rules severely punish thieves, you were in a coma for three days, anyone could come in, I'm afraid the thief is not easy to catch."

And what was lost was only a little firewood and two fish, the amount was too small, he estimated that the officials were too lazy to care.

"I thought Panlongcheng was a paradise, I didn't expect petty thieves to be everywhere." This was the victim's accusation.

"People, it's inevitable." Hu Min comforted him, "You made a great contribution this time, you should change to a better place to live. Change to a good location, naturally there will be no thieves coming to the door."

He Lingchuan looked around at this small courtyard that only took three steps from the courtyard door to the bedroom, "That's right, I should change to a house."

Practicing martial arts here felt more and more inconvenient, his hands and feet couldn't stretch out, let alone throwing.

Stepping out of the courtyard, He Lingchuan was stunned: the door was full of things, jars, cans, big bags, small bags, he almost couldn't go down.

"What is this?" He picked up a jar, brushed off the white snow on the jar mouth, and found that the yellow mud seal was intact and hadn't been opened. He sniffed it, "So fragrant, it seems to be wine?"

This jar of wine was at least thirty jin, and there were the words "Chuntai" on the mud seal.

Hu Min looked at it and smiled, "It's Chuntai wine, produced by the old wine shop in the south of the city, very smooth, the price is not cheap."

He also helped He Lingchuan check a few more clay jars, and covered his nose as soon as he opened the lid, "Whoa, the smell is so strong?"

These jars were all pickled sauce vegetables, what sauce melon, cabbage, radish... judging from the smell alone, the months were enough.

If Chuntai wine was bought as a gift, then these jars of sauce vegetables were pickled by themselves.

He Lingchuan lifted the cover cloth of another basket and found five big frozen fish inside, the fish eyes were bright, and there was a fishy note on them, written crookedly:

"My son came home alive, thank you."

The signature was Zhu Dapan's house in Wuzhi Lane.

Another big bag of bacon was yellow and fragrant, wrapped in oil paper in three layers inside and three layers outside, the outside was tied tightly with straw rope, and the outermost layer of oil paper was written directly:

"Good people have good rewards, I will send more after you finish eating."

Although these two were written with charcoal, at least they left a message, most of the things had no notes and no signatures, and he didn't know who sent them, but it could be seen that the heart was sincere.

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