The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 74 The day the city falls is the day I die! (Thanks to the guild leader Qingfeng Fuwoxin)
The car stopped in front of the majestic earthen fortress.

Fu Juemin got out of the car and looked up at the earthen fort he had visited once before.

There seemed to be fewer people on guard at the watchtower, and there were obvious signs of repair on the nearby earthen wall and the gate of the earthen fort.

Qian Fei gestured towards the watchtower, and the gate of the earthen fort slowly opened.

Qian Fei seemed to have become much quieter, barely speaking the whole way, and now he was just focused on leading the way.

Why didn't Da Kui come with you?

Fu Juemin took the initiative to ask.

"Master."

Qian Fei replied, "Ma Daikui is dead."

Fu Juemin paused.

"He didn't like to talk when he was alive, and when he died he wanted to speak but couldn't; even his throat was ripped out."

Qian Fei turned to look at him, her face a mixture of laughter and tears, and said, "Is it funny or not?"

Fu Juemin stood still, looking at Qian Fei as he spoke, his eyes beginning to redden.

His thin body was trembling violently, but not from fear.

"Let's go."

After a long silence, Fu Juemin calmly said, "Take me to see my second uncle."

Qian Fei responded and quickened his pace.

The two entered the earthen fortress of the Civil Affairs Bureau, where Fu Juemin finally noticed its desolate and bleak state.

Back then, a hundred or so men practiced shooting on the drill ground. Everywhere you looked, there were strong, shirtless, and imposing men. The scene of their masculine energy was long gone. Only a few men with guns walked around the fortress, and their expressions were somewhat apprehensive.

Walking all the way to the deepest part of the earthen fortress, one could see dozens of earthen mounds standing in the open space in front of a Western-style building.

Every grave was a new one, with paper money and broken bowls scattered all over the ground.

"Young Master, Second Master is waiting for you inside!"

Qian Fei pointed to the Western-style building and said.

Fu Juemin noticed his gaze and followed it, seeing clearly that a wooden sign in front of a grave mound in the cemetery bore the name Ma Daikui.

He pursed his lips and walked into the Western-style building step by step.

The main gate of the Western-style building was wide open, and the lanterns shone brightly during the day. In the center of the hall, there was a large couch, and a figure wearing a tiger skin sat on it.

Upon seeing Fu Juemin, the person on the bed immediately sat up and burst into laughter.

His laughter was low and hoarse, like the roar of a sick tiger.

"Lingjun! Lingjun!"

The person on the bed suddenly ripped off the tiger skin, revealing his second uncle Fu Guoping's emaciated figure.

He shouted at Fu Juemin.

"Great news! Your second uncle has some incredibly good news to tell you!"

"Second uncle."

Fu Juemin rushed forward and grabbed the swaying Fu Guoping by the bedside.

Looking at Fu Guoping now, he could hardly recognize him as his former burly, booming-voiced "bandit leader" second uncle who could devour five catties of mutton and three catties of liquor in one sitting.

Before him stood Fu Guoping, his eyes sunken, his cheeks sharply angled, his eyes bloodshot, the whites of his eyes yellowish, and a thick layer of eye discharge at the corners of his eyes. His breath was also foul and pungent.

"you"

Fu Juemin was shocked by what he saw. Before he could even ask a question, Fu Guoping had already reached out and grabbed him tightly.

Fu Guoping had lost a lot of weight, and the knuckles of his hand pressing on Fu Juemin's shoulder were protruding, and his strength was much less than before.

"Good news, great news."

Fu Guoping looked at him, his eyes revealing the only spark of spirit in his entire being, and laughed maniacally, "At the earliest, half a month; at the latest, a month."

The Ming-character banner of the Southwest Fire Cloud Army is about to march into the Luan River!

Fu Juemin was startled. He raised his hand to stop Fu Guoping, whose behavior was already somewhat erratic, and said calmly, "Second Uncle, sit down and talk slowly."

Then he turned to Qian Fei and instructed him, "Go and get some water quickly."

"It's because Second Uncle is too happy, Second Uncle is too hasty."

Fu Guoping seemed to have recovered by then and sat down comfortably. Qian Fei quickly brought over some water, which Fu Juemin took and handed to Fu Guoping. The latter seemed extremely thirsty, picked up the large bowl of water, and gulped it down in one go.

After finishing the drink, Fu Guoping seemed to be fully recharged, his whole body suddenly becoming more energetic. He even waved his hand and said, "This water is no fun. Quick, go and get me some wine!"

Qian Fei, standing to the side, advised, "Second Master, you haven't eaten or slept properly for almost half a month, so please don't..."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Do I need you to teach me?!"

Fu Guoping cursed loudly, but Fu Juemin held him down, raised his hand to let the money fly away, and then asked, "Second Uncle, what exactly happened?"

Seeing that Fu Juemin was getting down to business, Fu Guoping stopped insisting on drinking. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he regained some of his former shrewdness and domineering air.

"The clue you provided was much better."

I sent men to follow Zhao Xinhua and his gang out of the county and into the Tuyaoshan area, where we discovered that a large force of the Ming Banner of the Fire Cloud Army was hidden there.

They have secretly taken control of several nearby villages, stockpiling grain and fodder, and plan to launch a direct attack on the Luan River next month!

"Wow!"

Fu Guoping lifted his buttocks, reached under and pulled out a map, pointed at the lines and circles drawn on the map and couldn't help but laugh: "That idiot Song Zhenyuan, he was only concerned with arguing with the Central Committee of Xinmin for money and scrambling military funds from below."

Even a branch of the Fire Cloud Army secretly pierced his buttocks without him knowing.
If I'm not mistaken, once the Ming banners succeed in their surprise attack on the Luan River, other banners in the southwest will surely launch a major offensive against the entire Yangping area.
At that time, Song Zhenyuan will be attacked from both sides. Let's see if he can still hold onto his position as the governor of Yangping Province! Hehe.”

As Fu Juemin looked at the map in Fu Guoping's hand, which could barely be considered a "military strategy map," his expression gradually became strange.

It's clear that Fu Guoping studied this picture for a long time; he almost wore down the edges.

"What my second uncle means is..."

After a long pause, Fu Juemin slowly spoke.

"I mean..."

Fu Guoping sneered, reached out and grabbed a corner of the cloth on the couch beneath him, and ripped it off forcefully, revealing the true state of the couch underneath.

When Fu Juemin saw what his second uncle had been sitting on, he was so shocked he almost jumped back.

What Fu Guoping was standing on were neatly stacked boxes of gunpowder.

Fu Guoping has been sleeping on a pile of explosives all this time?!
"Once Luanhe County is breached!"

Fu Guoping said in a chilling tone, "I'll blow all of Song Zhenyuan's bastards to heaven."

The day the city falls will be the day they die!

"Second uncle."

Fu Juemin was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Fu Guoping suddenly tore open his shirt, revealing his thin, bony chest underneath.

A purplish-black palm print was clearly imprinted on his heart.

Fu Guoping pointed to the palm print on his chest and sneered, "That bastard Song Lin sent people over, but instead of killing me, he only gave me a palm strike."

The doctor said it was due to blocked meridians and stagnant blood and qi, but it tormented me to the point of wishing I were dead.

Do you see those graves in front of the gate?

"Of my thirty-odd brothers, not a single one could be found with a complete corpse!"

Fu Guoping turned to Fu Juemin and said, "Lingjun, your second uncle treats you like his own son."

When you get home today, tell your father to quickly sell all the family's assets that can be sold and prepare the boat.
"When the city falls, you all board the ship and leave quickly. Don't worry about me; your second uncle has his own place to go."

Fu Juemin stood there in silence for a long time.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, "To kill Song Lin and his gang, it doesn't necessarily require Second Uncle to use explosives to perish together with them."

But we'll talk about that later.

What I really want to know now is, what makes Second Uncle so certain that the Fire Cloud Army's Ming-character banner will definitely breach the Luan River?

Fu Guoping was taken aback when he heard Fu Juemin's words, but he quickly shook his head and explained, "You don't understand. If you want the whole Yangping Province, the Huoyun Army must first take Luanhe County."

Moreover, even if we take a step back and assume that the leader of the Ming Banner of the Fire Cloud Army is an incompetent fool who doesn't understand this point.

"Second Uncle still has a way."

Fu Guoping looked at Fu Juemin, smiled slightly, and said slowly, "I have already arranged manpower near Tuyaoshan."

When the time is right, they will naturally come forward and lead the Fire Cloud Army!

(End of this chapter)