Chapter 453: Grain and Fodder Sabotage

"On fire! Water sabotage!" Suddenly, the main camp of Xijiang suddenly shouted.

"The grain depot is on fire, put out the fire quickly!" They marched forward, relying on the grain and fodder, which is the grain depot; if they cannot take this city, they risk running out of supplies.

Even the Vice General's expression changed, let alone Xi Lang's complexion also changed.

"Catch, I want to catch the arsonist and grind his bones to ashes!" Xi Lang's words seemed to spill from between his teeth.

How could he not know how much the Royal City distrusts him?

If something happens to the grain depot now, even if they win, it will become a pretext for all factions to attack.

And just a quarter of an hour earlier, three sneaky individuals had slipped into Xijiang's main camp; who could have imagined that someone would enter the camp at this time?

"Retreat."

"But it's not……"

"Retreat!"

Ning Hanmo's voice was cold, and his gaze at Zhang Cunwen also carried a hint of chill.

"Yes." Zhang Cunwen stopped wasting words, looking at the small flame with some concern.

Yet he still obeyed and left.

For a moment, Xijiang's grain depot slowly caught fire, and from a very strange angle; even before it ignited, the patrolling soldiers hadn't noticed.

"Retreat." Returning to the unit, Ning Hanmo immediately ordered the hundred personnel to withdraw at top speed.

At that very moment, the other two units were unusually silent; no one knew where they had gone or what they had done.

"Zhang Cunwen, remember, this is not an academy; I give my orders only once. You are not a soldier, you have violated them, I can do nothing, but I will remove you from the unit."

"This is not just about you taking responsibility, but also about our unit taking responsibility—remember that?" Ning Hanmo's voice was grave, his gaze at Zhang Cunwen utterly devoid of emotion for the first time.

He must make him remember, remember solemnly, remember deeply.

They penetrated deep into the enemy camp; a slight mistake would mean the annihilation of the entire army—how could this be child's play?

"Yes." Zhang Cunwen promptly expressed his stance, also realizing his own problem.

Ning Hanmo looked at everyone and asked, "What is guerrilla warfare?"

"It's not just about avoiding the enemy's sharp edge; it's also that one may fail, but must absolutely preserve one's own life."

"Just now we burned the grain depot; we can afford to fail, we can let them become wary."

"But we must not let them catch us, for it would not only endanger our lives but also give them leverage to threaten the Jiang Family Army."

This time, he was not speaking only to Zhang Cunwen, but to everyone.

These hundred people had previously looked down on being led by a child, but this time the plan and execution of burning the grain depot were precisely the work of that child leading them.

His meticulous thinking, extraordinary executive ability, and even his analysis of the situation all naturally inspired conviction.

Before, he had hesitated to move the hundred people, fearing their attitudes would be passive and their cooperation poor.

"Yes." The hundred people responded in unison.

"Rest, there will be no action today." After issuing the order, Ning Hanmo simply leaned against a large tree and closed his eyes.

One day later, the Northern Rong Army.

"General, we have been intercepted." The vanguard unit of the Northern Rong Army looked utterly at a loss.

Their vanguard forces encountered an attack, and the rolling stones all over the mountains lay right on their necessary route.

"How many people?"

The Northern Rong commander leading the troops looked at the person running over; blood was still trickling down his forehead.

"At least a thousand." That person dropped to one knee; those ahead could advance no further and retreat no further.

As if their necks were stuck, the people were struck by the falling boulders—some died instantly, some were injured, and even while fleeing, many were trampled to death.

"Xijiang!"

"Sir, could this be a scheme from Xijiang?" A staff-officer-like person approached, his face full of worry.

That general shook his head: "No movement; go ahead and check the situation."

The rolling stones had already stopped just now; the wailing cries like ghosts and wolves seemed to have ceased at this moment as well.

The people behind stepped forward one by one, moving each rolling stone; the huge boulders blocked the entire marching route.

And at this moment, high up on the mountain, it was unusually quiet; even the bird calls from along the way had ceased.

"Retreat."

Kang Wu gave the order, directly leading the hundred-person unit away.

Afterwards he wrote a letter, putting the exact numbers of the Northern Rong on the paper, and had someone ride off at full speed, leaving the unit.

Knowing oneself and the enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles; their unit's first mission was to come scout just how many Northern Rong there are, while the recent falling stones and logs were merely a means to block the main army's advance.

And furthermore…

"Sowing discord—whether they believe it or not doesn't matter; plant a seed of suspicion, and whenever opinions differ later, it will surely sprout and bloom." Kang Wu gave a cold smile, causing Kang Wen sitting beside him to unconsciously shift a little farther away.

His younger brother has evolved again—what should he do? He's afraid!

The two units have taken action; as for the third unit, where they went and what they did, nobody knows at present.

However, reports from these two units were sent in a steady stream to the Jiang Family Army's main camp.

"Not bad." General Jiang looked at the stream of intelligence—what are these guys up to?

The war hasn't even started yet—how have they already taken action?

Isn't this guerrilla warfare? Is this how you wage guerrilla warfare?

Burning the grain and fodder, though not much, they also set ablaze an entire storehouse of food; multiple granaries caught fire, each only slightly burned, yet together they amounted to a full storehouse.

Leaving aside how much the food supply decreased, this slap in the face landed solidly.

Another unit directly intercepted the Northern Rong Army, then reported the exact numbers, and even identified the commander leading the Northern Rong forces—turns out it is the veteran Northern Rong general, Bei Ming.

"I never expected it to be him."

Aren't you afraid the Jiang family army might suddenly attack? The Chiang family army saw the information sent by Kang Wu, which listed the approximate number of troops and the commanding general, more precise than what scouts could find.

These few kids. Jiang Fengsheng was both laughing and crying.

Are they still children? General Jiang asked softly, "The last time Da Ning saw someone this astonishingly talented and extraordinarily beautiful was Ning Chengyan."

His growth exceeded everyone's expectations, even making the three great states regret deeply; back when he hadn't grown yet, they should have killed him first.

If it weren't for Ning Chengyan guarding the Great South, how could there be today's Da Ning?

General Jiang was somewhat worried now; these children's intelligence and capability were too outstanding, too eye‑catching, I'm afraid…

Jiang Fengsheng's just‑excited feelings also gradually calmed.

The path of a genius is destined not to be ordinary. Inside there is her child; as a mother, how could she not worry?