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Chapter 54 Flames Burn the Enemy

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    The Huns soldiers were very efficient in their work. They quickly collected dozens of fishing boats from small fishing villages in various tributary waters around the Panlong River, and captured some fishermen for use as sailors.

    However, Liu Bao, the Xian King of Zuo, did not invest all his troops this time, just like the wolf king on the grassland would not put all the wolf cubs in one den; first of all, the number of ships was not enough to carry his three thousand  People and horses, not to mention that many targets are easily exposed, which is not conducive to sneak attacks. Secondly, the robbery in Han Dynasty must be carried out quickly, so he asked one of his captains to lead half of the people and horses with the goods and slaves robbed in the previous stage.  Let¡¯s go back to the grassland first.

    Without the burden of baggage, not only can the march speed be accelerated, but also the large-scale withdrawal of some troops can confuse the guards of Panlong Pavilion on the other side of the river and make them lose their vigilance; not to mention that as long as they cross the river, they can deal with a small Panlong.  Pavilion, half a man and a horse is enough!

    Contrary to the Crouching Tiger Pavilion on the north bank, which has turned into a piece of scorched earth, the Panlong Pavilion on the south bank is full of life at this time. On a high observation deck, there is a couch, a pot, a lamp, and a pair of peach blossom eyes.  Mr. Zimu was drinking by himself. The raging river in front of him gave him enough confidence. For hundreds of years, Panlong Pavilion has been as stable as a mountain under the protection of the river. What's more, he also has hundreds of well-equipped retainers and servants under his command.  The city defense of Longting was impenetrable. Now the strategy of "watching the fire from across the bank" has been successful. Crouching Tiger Pavilion no longer exists. Everything seems to be under his control.

    The Huns in the camp on the north bank of the river are shouting horses and are retreating north, just like locusts passing by. Although they will eat up all the green leaves, they cannot take away the land under their feet; soon they will send men to take over all the north bank.  land, a larger trading market has been established there, and countless wealth has been gathered, but the difference is that the owner of these things will become his 'Purple Wood Master'!

    "What is Wuchouju? What ghost-faced Xiaolang? I am not being manipulated by my own tactics, but I, Gongsun Zimu, am the only overlord on both sides of the Panlong River!"

    Thinking of this, Mr. Zimu laughed proudly, and the feeling of having the pearl of wisdom in his hand made people particularly intoxicated. "Give me the order: all the pavilions will be decorated with lights and colorful decorations. There will be a banquet tonight to reward all the stewards, retainers, and guards. In addition,  All the servants in the pavilion are rewarded with two pounds of meat, one pound of wine, and five guan of money."

    "No! Thank you, Master, for the generous reward!" All the guests, guards, and servants around him bowed down and thanked him.

    Master Zimu's move was not only to reward his subordinates, but also to show off his wisdom; as the ancients said: "If wealth does not return to its hometown, it is like walking in brocade at night. Who knows?" And being low-key has never been his style.  style.

    That night, the entire Panlong Pavilion was hung with red lights, and both sides of the hall were filled with butter candles as thick as arms. From time to time, dazzling sparks flashed, lighting up the hall as bright as day. In the middle of the hall, a dozen beautiful singers were singing.  Dancing gracefully, her slender waist and pink-white skin attracted the attention of countless men. All kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas were brought up like running water. Countless villagers and diners gathered around Master Zimu and expressed their attentive words

    ¡°Young Master is unrivaled in talent and intelligence, and it¡¯s hard for us to match him

    The young master is both civil and military, and he will become a great weapon in the future

    "We congratulate the young master, congratulate the Panlong Pavilion, and congratulate the Gongsun family"

    Hearing countless flattering words in his ears, filling his glass with fine wine, looking at the graceful dancers in front of him under the dim light, and imagining the glorious days in the future, Mr. Zimu finally became completely intoxicated.

    "When a young man achieves his ambition, he is proud of the spring breeze, he has a beautiful woman in his arms, and he has a cup of wine, who can help but get drunk"

    At midnight, when the entire Panlong Pavilion fell into a carnival, thirty miles away, at Longshou Slope upstream where the water flow was slow, after a day and night of work, a huge chain of boats had been built, with dozens of large and small boats.  Different fishing boats have been assembled and fastened together with ropes. They are covered with wide wooden boards. In the turbulent water, the iron cable boats are as stable as the ground.

    Liu Bao, the Xian King of Zuo, usually runs the army very strictly, but he was even more cautious in this sneak attack. Thousands of Huns soldiers lined up by the river with small wooden sticks in their mouths, and even the horses' hooves were wrapped with small pieces of sheepskin.  The whole team waited in silence, like a group of prairie wolves ready to go hunting at any time, both fierce and cunning, but also patient enough

    The water of the Panlong River is still flowing quietly as usual. In the grass on the river bank, a large number of grass insects are chirping happily. This is the most proud moment in their lives, but they have no idea that once the late autumn season is over, the cold wind will blow.  When they approach the earth, it is the day they die; summer insects cannot be compared to ice, but how much better can humans be than insects?  At this time, the Panlong Pavilion downstream was bustling, like a red ripe fruit, waiting for people to come.??Collection.

    The night was already dark, and the bright moon was covered by dark clouds. It was time to attack. Following the order from Zuoxian King Liu Bao, all the Huns soldiers began to board the ship one after another. Taking advantage of the cover of the dark night, they attacked the fishermen who were threatened by the steel sword.  Under careful control, the fleet slowly sailed towards the south bank

    Due to its geographical location, the north gate of Panlong Pavilion facing the river is high and deep, with tight barriers and heavily guarded. On the contrary, due to the needs of trade, the south gate is not only flat but also sparsely guarded.  Tonight, all the subordinates were rewarded. The only few night watchmen were also drunk and completely relaxed their vigilance. Therefore, when the Huns soldiers successfully landed on the south bank and cautiously groped their way to the south gate, no one inside was there.  aware¡­¡­

    The surging Panlong River and the solid castle gave them too much sense of security, but they forgot that there are no mountains that cannot be climbed, no rivers that cannot be crossed, and no lines of defense that cannot be breached!

    The night watchman on the city wall was quickly shot dead by the Huns' sharp archers. Several skilled warriors climbed up along the ropes tied to the female wall. Unknowingly, the door of Panlong Pavilion was quietly opened.  Facing such a wealthy town, more than a thousand Huns soldiers were like hungry wolves charging into a herd of sheep. They rushed in with scimitars in hand, their eyes red, shouting crazily

    Soon the originally silent Panlong Pavilion was filled with the sound of fighting, screams, and screams The fire flickered, thick smoke rose rapidly, countless buildings were burned by the fire, and countless blood flowed on the ground.  , is very similar to the previous experience of 'Crouching Tiger Pavilion', the cycle of cause and effect, except that yesterday's spectators have become today's protagonists.

    The smug Master Zimu got very drunk amidst the flattery. After drinking and having sex with two concubines in high spirits, he was now hugging each other and having sex in the gentle village.  The sweetest dream, knowing nothing about what is happening outside

    As the fire outside rose to the sky, there was a loud "Dang!", and the bedroom door was kicked open with force from the outside. The disheveled 'Large Intestinal Butler' rushed in from the outside like crazy.  Without enough time to say anything, he lifted up the mandarin duck brocade quilt. He ignored the two concubines who were screaming loudly as their love affair was revealed. He forcibly picked up Mr. Zimu who was still sleeping and pulled out the 'Pojun' sword hanging on the bedside.  Just run outside

    "Young master, hurry up, the Huns soldiers suddenly came in from the south gate, and every part of the village was lost" Butler Dachang shouted while shaking the young master Zimu who was still in a semi-conscious state.

    It is undeniable that no matter how bad a person is, there is always a shining side of humanity!  Although the 'Large Intestine Butler' usually bullies men and dominates women, and does all kinds of evil, with sores on his head and pus on his feet, at this moment he is like a vicious dog that loyally protects his master, holding a short knife with a ferocious face and rushing out to kill.  ¡­

    The plundering figures of the Huns soldiers flashed around. This group of prairie wolves was lured by him with iron tools and fine wine. Now countless houses have been burned down, his family's century-old savings have been robbed, and his concubines have been raped by the Huns soldiers.  Carrying it on his shoulders like cargo Looking at everything in front of him, Mr. Zimu, who had already woken up, was completely dumbfounded. 'Watching the fire from the other side' turned into 'burning himself'. His proud heart was trampled to pieces, and all his schemes were crushed.  , all the illusions collapsed in the raging fire; like a walking corpse being pulled away by the 'large intestine steward', everything was like a nightmare, but the dream was too real

    In the Gongsun family's inner house, those rooms were always filled with the strong smell of soup. At this time, Mr. Zimu's father, the old master of the Gongsun family, looked particularly indifferent. He was always bedridden on weekdays, but today  He sat up with rare energy and energy. When he learned the news of the destruction of 'Crouching Tiger Pavilion' yesterday, he already had a bad premonition. The ancestral motto of his family that had been passed down for hundreds of years came to mind from time to time.  :

    ¡°Coiling dragon and crouching tiger have the same root and origin;

    Yin and Yang complement each other, sharing weal and woe;

    Immortal Seal, Purple Wood Divine Stake;

    Flames burn the city, and the evil dragon is born!

    There is no better way to know a son than a father. This son of his is talented and intelligent, but also narrow-minded, cunning, and loves to take risks. From the day he handed over the family property to his son, he expected that this day would come sooner or later; looking outside the house  The fire was soaring into the sky, and when I heard all kinds of panicked cries in the village, I could only sigh helplessly: "A son who is too clever will not be able to protect his family!"

    At the same time, on the north bank of the Panlong River, in the Huns' military camp, Taoist Priest Wuchouzi was sitting patiently in the tent, reciting the Qingxin Mantra over and over again; until he saw the monstrous fire rising on the south bank,  A satisfied smile finally appeared on the slightly dark face, and the two deep dimples were extremely obvious

    He rubbed his nose out of habit, stood up and took off the outer Hunyuan Bagua Taoist robe, revealing a pure black tights underneath. His eight-foot-tall body became more and more muscular, and he easily broke the necks of several Hun guards at the door.  After leaving a long incense stick by the haystack behind the camp, Taoist Wuchouzi quietly walked out of the camp

    Then a loud whistle sounded, and a group of black figures rushed over from the night in the distance, as fast as thunder and as fast as lightning. When they came to 'Wuchouzi', they put their big heads into his arms and rubbed them affectionately.  It was Qianli Mo Yanju - 'Baicai'; Xiao Yi got on his horse and galloped towards the upper reaches of Panlong River, where there was a big meal waiting for him (remember the website address of this site)  : www.hlnovel.com)The eight-foot-tall body became more and more powerful. He easily broke the necks of several Huns guards at the door and left a long incense stick beside the haystack behind the camp. Taoist priest Wuchouzi walked out quietly.  Campsite

    Then a loud whistle sounded, and a group of black figures rushed over from the night in the distance, as fast as thunder and as fast as lightning. When they came to 'Wuchouzi', they put their big heads into his arms and rubbed them affectionately.  It was Qianli Mo Yanju - 'Baicai'; Xiao Yi got on his horse and galloped towards the upper reaches of Panlong River, where there was a big meal waiting for him (remember the website address of this site)  £ºwww.hlnovel.com
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