Chapter 61: The Battle at Qingfeng Gorge (5)

  A 5,000-strong army will arrive in about thirty minutes, but thirty minutes is not enough to burn all the grain. It seems that we can only use a faster method to destroy the grain. I have come up with a rather despicable plan, but time is pressing and there's no other choice.

  "General Li!" the poor monk shouted

  "The end is near!" Li Gang rushed over and said

  "30 minutes later, the enemy has 5,000 reinforcements arriving, we need to change to a faster method of destroying the grain!"

  "Yes, sir! What can I do for you?"

  "You have people scatter grain all over the ground and pile it up, I'll add some seasoning!"

  "Yes!" Li Gang understood and immediately instructed people to follow my instructions, scattering all the grain on the ground. I also found 100 more people to help him, these physically strong experts did this task very quickly, it only took ten minutes to finish.

  When they were storing grain, I wasn't idle either. I was preparing poisonous medicine. So-called poisonous medicine is just diluting the venom from the nine-headed snake's venom sac a bit. I asked someone to bring over several large pots, there are plenty in the camp. Each pot had some of the venom poured into it, as for water? Old Ma thought of using the water from his own canteen, but I hastily stopped him, saying: "You're pouring out all your water, what will you drink in the next few days? In this icy and snowy weather, we don't even have a pot to our name, do you plan on having everyone eat snow?"

  "What do you think we should do?"

  "Haha! I'm a kind young master, seeing that they've come from afar and it's not easy for them, I'll specially reward them with some sweet dew to show my friendly intentions!" As he spoke, the poor Daoist pulled down his pants, exposed his little brother, and started pouring water into the pot.

  "Haha!" Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter, holding their bellies.

  "Laugh enough, let's hurry up, we have limited time!" The poor Taoist urged

  "Master, you're really something!" Old Ma said with a chuckle as he urinated.

  "You're also involved, and yet you have the nerve to scold me! No respect for your elders!" The poor monk cursed with a smile.

  "It's all Young Master's orders, how dare we not obey?" The old lady laughed even harder.

  "Hmph!" The poor Taoist had no choice but to ignore him from now on.

  Those people below were laughing loudly and recklessly, but their efficiency was still quite high. After urinating three hundred times, they had already produced several half-pots of toxic liquid. The good guys even brought over the horses to urinate, while those who didn't get a turn just let the horses defecate on the grain piles, so now they even had horse dung. When it seemed like enough, I ordered them to evenly sprinkle the toxic liquid onto the grains and have people use large wooden sticks to stir it in, making sure it was well mixed. After delaying for about 20 minutes, I felt that it was all done and gave the order to leave. We left at a very leisurely pace, and they even had time to pick up some spoils of war, such as the dried meat stored here - they took away the good stuff and threw the bad onto the grain piles. They also picked up some coins from the dead bodies, but judging by their cursing and swearing, I guess there wasn't much loot! In short, when the bandit reinforcements arrived, all they could see was our torches flashing in the distance as we fled in a hurry, but they had no way to catch up. After all, among 15,000 bandits, only 2,000 were cavalry, and now there were only a few hundred supporting cavalry. Having witnessed our fighting strength, anyone with some intelligence wouldn't have any intention of pursuing us!

  The leader of the Wolf's Fang Thieves' Guild was a man called Old Wolf, over 40 years old and robust. No one knew his origins, only that he was called Old Wolf and had skills equivalent to those of a lower-level Golden Warrior. With his decent combat skills and ruthless methods, he subdued these fugitives and became the leader of the mountain stronghold. Over several years, he expanded it into a 3,000-strong force, and his relatively smooth experience made him increasingly arrogant. This time, he was swayed by an old acquaintance to join this operation, and because he had the most men, he was chosen as the leader. Just now, he was still dreaming of how to squander the loot after they seized it, but everything changed. He began to realize that he had provoked a huge trouble; if these 3,000 people were as skilled as those who ambushed their camp, then even with 30,000 men, he would be doomed! In all his years as a thief, he had never seen such a formidable team. When he arrived, he specifically went to see the last defense at the gorge - that giant boulder, several meters in diameter, was split into pieces, the largest of which was only the size of a human head; it was unthinkable! This must have been done by the Sword Saint! He finally came to this terrifying conclusion. When he finally arrived at the camp, he was stunned by what he saw. Food was piled together, emitting a pungent smell that reached the sky, and the yellowish liquid and solid matter on top made it clear where the smell came from.

  "Damn it all to hell!" the old wolf cursed viciously.

  "Boss Wolf, it's time to retreat. The current situation is that even shit has to be eaten!" said Meng Hu, the leader of another bandit group, Evil Tiger Bandits.

  "I'm afraid there are other cats hidden!" The old wolf said: "Kot brother, trouble you to check it out!"

  "Alright!" Kote was the leader of the Whirlwind Thieves, and also the only mage here, although just a mid-level one, it's enough to be proud of among thieves. He casually cast a detection spell for poison. Then he bitterly smiled: "Wolf said it right, all are highly toxic!"

  "Oh! Damn it! What are we going to do now?" Meng Hu cursed.

  "Sir! Only you can get grain and fodder here! Would you please arrange for some to be sent over as an emergency?" The old wolf asked politely of a man wrapped entirely in black, knowing his identity and not daring to be slow.

  "It will take several more days to transport the grain from the nearest storage location, I'm afraid by that time we'll either starve or freeze to death!" The mysterious person said calmly.

  "What do you think we should do?" asked the old wolf.

  "Now there's only one place around here with food. Whoever grabs it will live, otherwise they'll die!" The mysterious person still had an unhurried expression.

  "But sir, if those 3,000 men are as strong as these 300 today, do you think we can get the grain?" Cort asked.

  "Yes! What kind of people are they? The master should also give us a clear explanation?" asked Old Wolf.

  "Alright! Since everyone has no way out now, I'll tell you! This is the team of the fifth son of the Long family!"

  "Ah!" Everyone was shocked.

  "Sir! You can't be serious that we're going up against the 3,000 Blue Dragon Iron Cavalry?" The old wolf's discontent had driven him a bit frantic.

  "It's probably like that!" The mysterious person said with a smile.

  "Damn it! You're clearly sending us to our deaths!" Meng Hu also angrily said: "The 3,000 Qinglong Iron Riders cutting down our 30,000 men is like chopping vegetables!"

  "According to my original plan, if we ambush them after they all enter the canyon, we can annihilate them without suffering any casualties!" the mysterious person explained.

  "Damn it!" Kort lost his usual elegance as a mage and cursed, "Even if we win this time, but we killed the children of the Dragon family! We offended the Dragon family, offended the Elf Queen, no matter how many lives we have, it's not enough to run. The whole continent will hunt us down! We are definitely dead! Who are you? Why did you come to frame us? Speak quickly! Otherwise, we'll kill you first and then apologize to the Dragon family!"

  "Yes! Kill him and apologize to the Long family!" Meng Hu also cursed, and others followed suit.

  "Hmm!" The mysterious person said calmly, "Firstly, the Long family has a grudge against you. They never let go of those who offend them, and you should be aware of this too. Even if they don't pursue it, it's impossible for them to provide food for thieves like you, right? If they did that, the Long family would be accused of colluding with thieves, wouldn't they?"

  Everyone fell silent. The mysterious man was very satisfied with everyone's performance and continued, "Secondly, can you catch me? What kind of skills do my bodyguards have, don't you all know?"

  The leaders of several gangs of thieves were all disheartened, apparently having been taken advantage of by these guards during their interactions over the past few days, which is why they were being so polite to him.

  "The mysterious man continued: 'Lastly, I want to say that as long as we cooperate and kill everyone, no one will know it was us, right? So, if you want to stay alive, your only chance is to cooperate with me and take down the opposing convoy together!'"

  "But there's a Sword Saint among them! And tomorrow morning's meal is all gone, can't fight on an empty stomach, right?" said the old wolf.

  "Haha! That Sword Saint is indeed beyond my expectations, but they're not in the camp now. As long as we guard the mountain pass and don't let them return, our chances of winning will be higher, right?"

  The old wolf nodded.

  "As for tomorrow's breakfast, hehe! You have over 1,000 horses too, kill the old and weak ones, that's enough to eat for a day."

  The old wolf looked at several other leaders, after a silent exchange, he said viciously: "Go back and prepare, attack tomorrow!"

  After finishing speaking, all the thieves dispersed, and a black hawk also flew away from a big tree beside the old wolf!