Chapter 707: Long-standing Affection

The atmosphere in the study changed in an instant.

Qing Yangshuo's face was cold.

Seeing this, Hu Xi'er stuck out her delicate tongue and secretly winked at Mo Chen behind her.

Mo Chen stood behind Wang Chao with a look of grievance.

Wang Chao, on the other hand, looked awkward...

This scene was simply beyond words.

"This, sir..."

Wang Chao wanted to say something.

"Get out!"

Qing Yangshuo barked coldly.

Hu Xi'er let out a cold snort, glared fiercely at her old man, pulled Mo Chen along, and said, "Fine, we'll go!"

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Mo Chen, that fellow, looked helpless; he could only turn back to bow deeply to Qing Yangshuo before turning to leave.

Wang Chao continued to feel awkward.

"Sir, about this matter..."

Wang Chao gave a sheepish smile.

Qing Yangshuo said indifferently, "Dean Wang, let us not mention this again. Shall we continue our game of chess?"

"This..."

Wang Chao was helpless and hurriedly said, yes, let's play.

Once outside, Hu Xi'er grabbed Mo Chen by the ear and roared, "You good-for-nothing, are you a loser? We agreed that when we came to Liangzhou this time, you would propose to my old man! Look at you, you looked like you were going to wet your pants the moment you saw him!"

Mo Chen looked aggrieved, keeping his head low.

This couldn't be blamed on him... Qing Yangshuo's aura was simply too powerful. Who was he? He was the famous Qing Yangshuo of the entire Longyan! The number one Military Advisor under Vice Minister Liu, a man whose wisdom supported the entire Liangzhou and Yintan City! Nowadays, who among the people of Longyan didn't treat Qing Yangshuo with great respect? No matter how high-ranking an official came to Yintan City, they had to wait in line for him. It was said that last time, a minister from the Western Regions came to Yintan City, and because Qing Yangshuo was taking a nap, he waited outside the bedroom for over an hour, not daring to let out a single peep!

What was he, anyway?

"Xi'er..."

Mo Chen looked depressed.

Actually, he had wanted to say it... but he was clumsy with words; what Method was there for that?

"Idiot, you're a complete idiot!"

Hu Xi'er wanted to cry, but as she cried, she started to laugh.

Who told her to fall for such an idiot?

Yes.

Although Mo Chen was a bit dull and spent every day in the Research Lab, and although his emotional intelligence was low and he spoke very little, for some reason, every time Hu Xi'er saw that earnest look on this boy's face, her heart would flutter and race.

A man who is earnest is truly charming.

It would just be better if he blew himself up a few times less.

But...

He was truly good to her... When she first arrived at Wangbei Academy, Hu Xi'er suffered from homesickness. After Mo Chen found out, he ran over ten kilometers to the back mountain every day to pick fruit for her to eat, never missing a day for half a month. It was only after eating these local wild fruits that she slowly adapted to the local climate.

Another time, she caught a cold and had a fever.

Mo Chen almost fell off a cliff just to gather medicine for her.

She needed to bathe once a week, and Mo Chen would always get up early to heat the water for her...

She...

The stories and memories from that time made the corners of her mouth lift up again.

"Dummy, forget that old stubborn man, I'll take you to play in Yintan City!"

"Oh..."

Mo Chen also started to smile.

"Dummy!"

"Hmm?"

"Next time, you must be more courageous!"

"Okay!"

Zou Sheng.

He was lying flat on a small hill.

He let the sand and wind scrape mercilessly across his head and face, let the grit fall upon his body, and let himself merge into this small hill.

The grit had already gotten into his mouth, yet he didn't even spit it out.

Because, not far away, at a distance of only about five hundred paces, was the enemy camp!

Yes.

This time.

He intended to launch a surprise attack on the enemy camp! This was something no one had expected. His ten thousand men were all hiding in the vicinity, just like him.

This was a small military town of Bukhara.

Although the town was small, its defensive fortifications were extremely solid. Zou Sheng had already launched joint attacks with the troops of the Khiva Khanate many times. But they had never been able to take it down. This small town was crucial to whether they could successfully block the Caspian Sea line, and it was quite important to the entire war situation in Central Asia.

The town had a garrison of fifty thousand.

Yet it had held off the attack of their hundred-thousand-strong army!

Time is running out.

There are three days left until the deadline for the mission Qin Zhangfeng gave to Zou Sheng.

If they cannot capture this small town called Hazha within three days, the Ottoman Empire's massive army will swoop down from the Caspian Sea, and the entire war situation will collapse.

It is said that the Ottoman Empire's army of one hundred thousand has already gathered on the other side of the Caspian Sea.

Three days!

Zou Sheng decided immediately that he must find a Method to break through the small town of Hazha from the inside!

However, breaking through from the inside—how is that easy?

Zou Sheng intends to take a desperate risk!

Because this place is located in the arid region of Central Asia, Hazha has been under continuous siege, and its irrigation system has been destroyed. The water supply problem plagues the defending troops. But Hazha has long been prepared for this. Every three days, the Bukhara army from the Caspian Sea side comes to deliver water to a back gate of their small town...

This gap is Zou Sheng's opportunity!

Of course.

The enemy also knows that once the water delivery gate is opened, it will certainly be very dangerous, and they will also double their vigilance.

But...

Once, twice, three times, four times.

People always have inertia; there will always be times when they slack off.

Furthermore.

This is the back gate; they believe that the army from this side cannot possibly get through.

It is just that they did not expect.

Zou Sheng's ten thousand men not only arrived long ago, but they have also been lying in ambush and hiding here since two days ago!

Time.

Is slowly passing by.

The mouths of some soldiers have already become so parched that cracks have appeared.

However...

They remain motionless.

They all know that this will be a very critical battle...

They would rather die of thirst here than move even a fraction!

"How are you doing..."

Zou Sheng has had several bouts of dizziness caused by his body going numb, but he quickly bit the tip of his tongue hard to make himself much more alert.

In his mind, he could not help but flash to the image of that fair-faced scholar, Zhai Shiqing...

A smile could not help but flash across his dark face.

He must be very capable, right?

Although he lacks the strength to truss a chicken, he is a Confucian general favored by General Feng Zhen...

But no matter what...

He must win today's battle!

"If we are talking about military achievements..."

Zou Sheng smiled slightly.

"You are going to fall behind me, aren't you..."

The sun sets in the west.

Just at this moment, someone in front suddenly moved.

Zou Sheng's heart tightened.

It's here!

The defending troops of Hazha small town began to slowly open the back gate, and following that, fully armed soldiers ran out one after another and began to stand guard. Looking further into the distance, a cavalry troop had already appeared within people's field of vision.

They choose to come and deliver water at dusk.

It is because they want to avoid these people staying overnight in Hazha, which would cause a waste of water resources, so they need to rush back before dark.

This moment is the best opportunity!

A large number of the Bukhara army began to stand guard along this road, and some even almost stepped on the Liangzhou Army on Zou Sheng's side. It was just a few steps away!

A few steps!

Everyone held their breath.

The horse troop transporting water finally arrived at the town's back gate.

Zou Sheng took a deep breath.

He suddenly sprang up and drew his long sword.

"Kill!"

Ten thousand men rose up simultaneously.

"Kill!"

The Bukhara soldiers transporting the water and responsible for receiving it turned pale instantly.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"