Ah Mu Lang was Ma Yinghao's trusted aide and had followed him for many years. The two of them had even grown up together. On Ma Yinghao's path of slaughter, Ah Mu Lang had always followed him. It could be said that Ah Mu Lang was Ma Yinghao's left and right arms. Now that Ah Mu Lang was dead, it was equivalent to cutting off one of Ma Yinghao's arms.
How could he not be angry?
Ma Yinghao furrowed his brows and looked at Ah Mu Lang who had fallen to the ground. He clenched his fists so tightly that his veins could be seen.
The people who came in later were also stunned.
Someone stepped forward to check Ah Mu Lang's breathing. His hand trembled as he said, "He's … dead." That person then noticed the broken bowl at the side. He reached out and dipped his hand into the bowl, then brought it to his nose and sniffed it. There was a strong smell of medicine, as well as an extremely strong smell of poison. He quickly wiped the medicine on his clothes with a face full of cautiousness and fear. Then, he pinched open Ah Mu Lang's mouth to check. There was still some residue inside.
With medicine.
"Leader, there's poison in this medicine. It's probably Bai Yin's doing. Make Amulang drink it."
Ma Yinghao had secretly ordered Ah Mu Lang to kill Bai Yin. His subordinates did not know about this, so they thought that Bai Yin was the one who poisoned him. Of course, Ma Yinghao could not be bothered to explain.
A hint of killing intent flashed across his fierce face.
He furrowed his brows. Beside him, Ba Tu whispered in his ear, "It looks like Bai Yin really did betray us. She knew that we were going to kill her, so she was prepared. Also, the ones who started the fire must have been those Hou Liao people. They were able to pinpoint the location of our granary and shoot arrows from the barracks. Bai Yin must have told them this as well."
Their leader, Bai Yin, must not be allowed to live. He killed Ah Mu Lang and led his men to start the fire. He must be killed. "
Fan the flames.
Extremely ruthless!
Huhe Hao's eyes were burning with anger!
He squatted down, looked at Ah Mu Lang's eyes that were wide open, and reached out to cover them.
"Don't worry, I'll pay you back with the blood of the people of Hou Liao."
With that, he got up and left.
The fire in the granary outside had been extinguished.
However, half of the rations had been burned. It would already be good if the remaining rations could last them for three months.
The lifeline of a military camp was not only the soldiers, but also the food.
Not a single one could be omitted! Now that half of their rations had been burned, if they could not replenish them quickly, it would be equivalent to losing half of the battle. If this battle dragged on, they would not be able to hold out. Even if they could hold out for a few months, by the time the rations arrived from the west, most of the Yue Dan soldiers would have already starved to death.
Could they win against Hou Liao's army? Naturally, this battle would be considered a defeat.
"Leader, what should we do?" someone beside him asked.
Ma Yinghao was burning with rage, as if someone had slapped him in the face.
He was trampled under his feet.
He had lost all his face.
He had fought in wars for so many years and destroyed so many tribes, but he had never been given a mouthful of dirt before he even started.
He ordered, "Go and capture Bai Yin and the rest of Hou Liao's men. If you can't capture them alive, don't leave a single one of them alive."
The sound was as loud as a bell!
Yue Dan sent out several divisions to chase after them, but he only brought two hundred men with him. He was worried that if there were too many people chasing after them, Hou Liao would create a diversion and attack their main camp. In that case, one side would be willing to fight, while the other side would be willing to suffer. After Bai Yin escaped from Yue Dan's camp, she met up with Jing Rong and the others who were waiting outside. They had already prepared an escape route and calculated the route that Hou Liao would take. Thus, they hid in the forest in the opposite direction from them. After walking for a while, they stopped. The forest was very humid, so they quickly set fire to it.
They boiled some hot water and drank a few slices of ginger to drive away the cold.
This time, the Yue Dan camp had suffered a great loss.
Someone said, "This time, we destroyed Ma Yinghao's rations. Let's see how long they can last."
"Cutting off their rations is the same as losing half of the battle."
"Let's see how long the Yue Dan can run rampant."
"This time, we'll teach them a lesson. Do they really think that they can become the overlord of the Xi Sai Grassland just because they destroyed a few tribes? Wishful thinking."
...
There was a burst of laughter. Mo Ruo drank a mouthful of hot ginger water and looked at the archers. He smiled and praised them, "You guys are really good. You hid your skills very well. When we were hunting in the mountains, I didn't know that your archery skills were so good. Now, I've seen it for myself. Last time, you were able to accurately shoot arrows into the Yue Dan camp without injuring Young Master Jing and the others.
I thought you were relying on luck, but this time, I really admire you. "
The archers were modest.
"Eating a mouthful of rice is nothing. If we weren't worried that the Yue Dan troops would discover our whereabouts, we would have burned down their entire camp."
What happened to modesty?
Mo Ruo smiled and lightly nudged Jing Rong. His gaze shifted to Bai Yin in the distance.
"Aren't you going to comfort your brother-in-law?"
When this brother-in-law said this, everyone snickered.
Everyone already knew about Bai Yin's background.
Jing Rong glared at him.
Keep quiet!
Mo Ruo continued to tease, "He's now your brother-in-law. In the end, you'll have to call him brother like Miss Ji does. Now that he's been traumatized, you have to comfort him no matter what."
"But at the end of the day, I wonder if he'll settle the score with you?" Mo Ruo pretended to be worried. "If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have suffered such heavy injuries and almost died. In the future, you'll be a family. I reckon … he'll bear a grudge. If I were you, I'd immediately go and curry favor with him.
If I were you, I would immediately curry favor with him.
Miss Ji is in a dilemma. "Mo Ruo's glib tongue is really good!
Jing Rong's ears felt like calluses were forming in his ears. He frowned a few times.
His face remained expressionless.
He glanced at him. "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
"What? I'm just reminding you not to bite the hand that feeds you! "
How innocent.
Jing Rong was speechless.
He looked at Bai Yin, who was sitting on the ground and leaning against a tree.
Then...
He scooped up a bowl of ginger water and carried it to Bai Yin.
He passed it to her.
Bai Yin looked at the bowl of ginger water in front of her. Her fingers trembled, but she remained silent.
"Lin Zilihan, your wound hasn't healed yet. You have to drink it." Jing Rong sounded like he was trying to persuade her, but there was also a hint of toughness in his tone.
Bai Yin had long seen death as a return home. This time, with Ma Yinghao's treatment of her, she was even more disheartened. Why would she care about her wound?
Perhaps it was best for her to die.
He didn't take it for a long time.
Jing Rong's eyes turned cold. "Listen, I brought you here, so I have to bring you back safely. Not for you, but for Yunshu. If something happens to you, I won't be able to explain it to her."
He directly brought up Yunshu.
Bai Yin's eyes widened. She hesitated for a moment, then took the bowl of ginger water.
She drank it in one gulp!
Not a single drop was left!
Then, she tossed the bowl behind her.
Mo Ruo, who was by the fire, caught it.
Steady and steady!
It was as if he had a pair of eyes on his back.
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