Chapter 750: The fuse burns slightly to welcome the dead end; the iron wall surrounds and shatters the rats' courage

Under the high wall outside the south city workshop, the night was so thick it couldn't be melted. A few shrill night owl calls echoed over the empty streets, adding a bit of eerie and treacherous atmosphere.

Feng Yuan led dozens of aristocratic death warriors in night clothes to lurk rapidly along the shadows of the wall. They pushed those night-soil buckets emitting a nauseating stench and successfully touched the wooden fence on the outermost periphery of the workshop during the tiny gap of the garrison's shift change.

"As long as this fire is successfully lit, Chen Yan's ambition to dominate the Northern Frontier will be burned to ashes along with the blueprints and wood in this courtyard, and the iron cavalry of Great Qi will surely take advantage of the situation to trample this Xia Prefecture City flat."

A pathological, fanatical flame ignited in Feng Yuan's eyes, deep in their sockets. He stretched out his withered palms, which were trembling violently from extreme excitement, and took out a fire starter wrapped in moisture-proof oil paper from his arms.

The death warrior leader directed his men to pour those heavy wooden buckets at the ventilation holes at the base of the wall. The pungent stench mixed with the blazing oil smell they thought they had quickly permeated the cold night wind.

"Quickly lay the fuse through these wall cracks. We will withdraw along the secret passage of the moat immediately after finishing this job, and wait to see how this Xia Prefecture Governor's Office cries in this city of ruins tomorrow."

Feng Yuan pulled off the lid of the fire starter, brought it to his mouth, and blew hard to light the flickering scarlet spark, carefully bending down and slowly approaching the rough ignition rope soaked in saltpeter water on the ground.

Just at the critical moment when the spark was about to touch the fuse, thousands of thick pine torches ignited without warning on the blue brick walls that were three feet high, illuminating this night that was originally pitch black as bright as day.

Accompanied by a scalp-tingling sound of heavy armor friction and metal collision, Lu Ming, like an unshakable black iron tower, strode out from the heavy main gate of the workshop.

"You bunch of stupid thieves who are not as good as pigs and dogs, running to pour this kind of stinking night soil outside our military camp in the middle of the night, really think the horse spear in Grandpa's hand is a wooden stick that eats vegetarian food?"

Lu Ming grinned his thick mouth and let out a wild, domineering laugh that shook the sky and the earth. He led the infantry of the Zhe Chong Ying, fully clad in heavy armor, stepping in unison, surrounding these dozens of people like a massive steel meat grinder.

The aristocratic death warrior leader saw that he had fallen into a dead end from which he could not escape. He let out a strange cry, drew the short blade coated with the 'Summoning Death Talisman' poison at his waist, and rushed toward the defense line where Lu Ming was like a beast forced into a desperate situation.

"Even this little bit of soft-legged shrimp's meager skill dares to come to our Xia Prefecture camp to die. I will be merciful today and send you to the underworld to line up for reincarnation."

Lu Ming didn't even bother to do a defensive action to dodge. His thick arm, like a tree trunk, swept out with force, and the hundred-jin iron-forged horse spear in his palm carried a destructive air explosion sound and smashed heavily toward the crowd.

The two suicide warriors at the very front, along with the poison blades they held and took such pride in, were instantly smashed into fragments of bone and viscera the moment they made contact with the savage, overwhelming force of the horse spear, as if they were nothing more than fragile clay dolls.

Warm blood mixed with broken limbs and bones sprayed down from the sky, dyeing that section of the blue-gray wall base a shocking dark red. The remaining death warriors were completely scared out of their wits by this extremely terrifying scene of slaughter, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clatter.

Feng Yuan saw that the situation was gone. He looked at the fake blazing oil on the ground that emitted a muddy fishy smell with despair and unwillingness, a decisive ruthlessness rising in the bottom of his eyes, wanting to let the secret rot in his stomach forever.

He bit his upper and lower jaws forcefully, trying to bite the special poison sac hidden in the deepest part of his gums, intending to end his life to ensure that the intelligence network of Great Qi would not be uprooted by Chen Yan.

A graceful remnant shadow wearing a scarlet tight suit swept across the night sky without warning. Hongye held a three-foot green blade like a ghost demanding life, directly cutting into the center of the encirclement by relying on top-notch light work.

The long sword in her hand was not drawn, but the cold hilt was reversed, carrying a violent and rigid force, hitting Feng Yuan's chin, which was as thin as a stick, without deviation.

Only a crisp sound of bone dislocation spread in the night wind. Feng Yuan's chin was directly dislocated by this heavy blow, unable to hang down, and the wax ball wrapped in poison rolled onto the mud mixed with blood from his mouth that could not be closed.

Hongye raised her slender and powerful right leg, and the leather-wrapped combat boot kicked heavily on the back of Feng Yuan's knee with irresistible force, forcing this spy chief who was famous in the Qi State to kneel down in the mud in humiliation with a thud.

She stepped on Feng Yuan's side face, which was covered in blood and saliva, firmly into the mud puddle with one foot, pulled out a short and exquisite dagger from her waist with her backhand, and pressed it against the edge of his constantly beating carotid artery.

The heavy infantry in front separated into a wide passage with great tacit understanding. Chen Yan, wearing a dark-colored cloak embroidered with four-clawed python patterns in dark gold silk thread, walked slowly into the encirclement, stepping on the sticky blood and broken limbs on the ground.

He was like a dark night emperor who dominated the cycle of life and death, looking down at Feng Yuan, who was stepped on the soles of his feet and could not move. His slender fingers slowly closed the collar of the cloak he was wearing.

"The highest spy chief of the Qi State Shadow Department lurking in Xia Prefecture, in my eyes, is just a group of stinking bugs that can only hide in the dark gutters and cannot see the light. They are not even qualified to make me draw my sword."

Chen Yan stretched out his black combat boots wrapped in expensive silk, and used the toe of his shoe to ruthlessly pick up the face covered in mud and saliva, a cold and sharp arc full of extreme mockery floating on his lips.

"You monster, don't be too happy too early. My Great Qi will sooner or later send troops to trample your dilapidated Xia Prefecture flat and avenge this great humiliation for me today."

Because his chin was dislocated, Feng Yuan could only squeeze these words full of resentment from the depths of his throat, and the mucus with blood dripped onto Chen Yan's expensive boot surface along the corners of his mouth.

Chen Yan moved his toes away from Feng Yuan's face with disgust, took the white silk handed by Gao Jiong, and wiped the stains on his boot surface unhurriedly.

"You think you burned the curved-shaft plow workshop tonight, but you are just a handy knife I used to settle accounts with the remaining disloyal aristocratic families in Xia Prefecture. If this play didn't have you, a Qi State spy, to actively cooperate, I really wouldn't be able to find a legitimate reason to raid the thick family assets of those century-old gate clans."

Chen Yan threw the white silk used to wipe his shoes casually on Feng Yuan's face, which was twitching due to shock, and turned his back to this loser, looking at the core workshop that was still brightly lit and running endlessly not far away.

"What kind of real skill is it to kill a few aristocratic families? As long as the roots of those families are still there, they will bite back at any time like attached bone gangrene. That's why I kept your dog life until today, using your excuse of foreign invasion to uproot them all in one net."

This undisguised dimensionality-reduction crushing statement was like a heavy hammer shattering the last pride in Feng Yuan's heart. He realized that the spy methods he was proud of were just a clumsy performance like a clown in front of this young powerful minister. ===== CHAPTER 751 =====