Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 504 Light a Few More Lamps

After pondering for a moment, he remembered Lin Feng's instructions not to allow anyone to get within three meters.

He shook his head, waved goodbye, took the guards, mounted his horse and left.

They retreated at the right time. Less than two hours after the Zhenxi Army withdrew from Baruxi City, Wanyan Anxu's army arrived at the city.

Wanyan Anxu immediately stood at the foot of the city, staring blankly at the empty city wall with his red eyes.

Song Yi came over at this time: "Sir, be careful, there is a trap."

Wanyan Anxu turned his head and glanced at Song Yi.

"Humph, the people of the great clan only know how to plot and scheme, and they don't dare to fight me in an upright battle."

Song Yi was disappointed and turned her head back.

Wanyan Qingtian reminded gently from the side.

"Master General, I'm afraid there's no one left in the city."

"Well, send someone in to take a look."

Wanyan Qingtian was very unhappy. You can't even give orders yourself. What kind of soldiers are you bringing with you, a drunkard?

But the situation is stronger than the person, and he is the manager.

"Come here, divide into two teams of 500 people and go around the city to investigate."

He had bronze-armored warriors under his command, and immediately divided his cavalry into two teams of 500 men, urged their horses to charge out to the left and right.

Everyone immediately went outside the city and waited for half an hour. Then the Tartars opened the city gate from inside and lowered the drawbridge.

"Report, it's an empty city."

Wanyan Anxu waved his hand: "You go into the city."

Although he was a little drunk, he was still timid inside and was traumatized by Lin Feng's thunder.

Wanyan Qingtian had no choice but to order the troops to enter the city.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and a large group of people and horses poured into the city.

As Wanyan Qingtian's follower, Song Yi also rode his horse into the gate of Baruxishi City.

Indeed, there was no one left in the entire city.

Wanyan Anxu, along with his guards, followed the main force into the city gate.

The team entering the city began to search and inspect the houses and buildings in the city.

Wanyan Qingtian rode forward with his guards and arrived in front of a house.

This is Lin Feng’s command center.

Looking through the open courtyard gate, the house inside was blocked off with ropes.

The sign hanging at the door of the house, with its large characters, attracted Wanyan Qingtian's attention.

Song Yi also felt angry when he saw the general's command center.

Wanyan Qingtian mounted his horse and strode into the courtyard.

He stood in front of the rope, examining the sign carefully.

Song Yi stepped forward and whispered, "Sir, this should be Lin Feng's headquarters. They left in such a hurry that they didn't even take down the sign."

Wanyan Qingtian shook his head: "No, the ropes haven't been removed yet. They must have wanted to keep them for us to see."

"Is he demonstrating to us?"

"No, it should be a warning."

"Warn him he'll come back?"

"It seems so."

This house is located in the center of the city and is most suitable as an army headquarters. The streets are well connected and the four city gates can quickly reach this place.

While the two were discussing, Wanyan Anxu also came here.

When he saw the sign hanging on the door, he sneered.

"Lin Feng, even if he leaves, he'll still cause me trouble."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at Song Yi.

"Master, go in and take a look."

Song Yi didn't know why, but this drunken steward always looked at him with disdain.

He has already lowered his posture to the lowest level. It can be said that in front of Wanyan Anxu, he acted like a pug.

But still make the other person hate you.

Song Yi glanced at Wanyan Qingtian and raised his hand to remove the ropes surrounding them.

He strode to the door and kicked it open.

The room was dark and I couldn't see clearly.

Song Yi pondered for a moment and then walked into the house.

There was no furniture in the room except a table and chairs.

Song Yi walked around the room, carefully looking at the table and each chair.

It was covered with a layer of dust, and it was obvious that no one had been in for a long time.

On the table serving as the main seat, there was a candlestick and a piece of white silk with a few words written on it.

Song Yi leaned over and found that it was written: General Zhenxi, Lin Feng.

Song Yi stared at the name Lin Feng, and his eyes began to turn red.

It was this guy who made me unable to return home and fell from a high position to a slave who was worse than a dog.

He was staring angrily at the words on the table when the people outside couldn't wait any longer and started shouting.

"Song Yi, how is it? Is there any problem?"

This was Wanyan Qingtian calling him.

Song Yi hurried to the door and waved his hand.

"No problem, not even a ghost."

Wanyan Qingtian frowned and asked, "Is this Lin Feng's headquarters?"

Song Yi nodded: "It should be, there are handwritings left by him on the table."

They walked into the house while talking.

Wanyan Anxu glanced around and shouted at Song Yi, "Clean it up. This is my headquarters."

Song Yi lowered his head and replied yes.

Wanyan Qingtian was very unwilling. He was his slave and was at your command.

After Wanyan Anxu finished speaking, he ignored everyone and walked out the door.

"Get some more lights, make it brighter."

His words came from outside the house, and the man had already walked out of the yard.

Wanyan Qingtian pointed at the table and chairs to signal Song Yi to clean up quickly, and then followed him out of the house.

Seeing that they had all left, Song Yi sighed deeply and turned to the table.

Not caring whether there was dust or not, he sat down on the chair and stared at the white silk in front of him in a daze.

He was wondering how to take revenge. Should he rely on these Tartars, or go back to Zhenxi and wait for an opportunity to assassinate Lin Feng?

The more suffering Song Yi endured as a slave, the more she hated Lin Feng.

It was this hatred in his heart that kept him alive.

Just think about it, a senior general of a large border army, a person admired by thousands of people.

But now it has fallen to this point.

I've been thinking about killing myself for a long time.

Just as he was lost in thought, a Tartar soldier came in carrying a lantern.

Hang them in corners around the house.

Song Yi quickly stood up and found that it was getting dark outside.

A soldier came over, took a rag and wiped the tables and chairs.

Song Yi also hurriedly used a tinder to light the candlestick on the table and turned around to wipe the chair.

Three or four people were busy cleaning the house.

No one spoke, and in the silence, a strange sound was heard, crackling.

Song Yi turned around and looked for the source of the sound, and finally found it under the candlestick on the table.

He picked up the candlestick curiously and found a hole on the table with white smoke coming out.

"What the hell?"

Song Yi muttered to himself and wanted to squat down to look under the table.

Unexpectedly, the white smoke was running down the table legs.

Several other Tartars were also attracted and gathered together to search downwards along the white smoke.

One of the Tartars pointed under the chair and shouted, "Here, here, it ran over here."

Someone immediately moved the chair away, only to see a hole underneath.

White smoke was coming out of the hole.

Song Yi frowned, rolled his eyes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Immediately shout loudly: "Go, go!"