Yumen Young Master

Chapter 141 Tragic victory brings hope
Mo Fanzheng gradually lost interest in talking to Mo Fanke. With a forceful push with his palm, the three quicksand guns pierced into Mo Fanke's temples, aorta and heart. Blood gushed out from the three places. Mo Fanke's body instantly lost its vitality and collapsed.

"Brother Fan Ke!" Lian Na's eyes turned red immediately, staring at the elders in golden robes, "Go! What are you all looking at? Go!"

As the words fell, a gust of wind flew past in front of her, and a quicksand gun that suddenly appeared in the air pierced her eyebrows, making her shut up her noisy mouth. Seeing her daughter's miserable condition, Lian Shan led her back again and again.

However, Mo Fanzheng would not give him a chance to retreat. Flying forward, the black eagle feather armor quickly spread out, and slapped Lian Shan and the subordinates behind him off the tower.

"what!"

Panicked wailing resounded in the air, and a figure rolled down from the tower, but the soldiers downstairs became more and more courageous. Hacked into a meat sauce.

Mo Fanzheng's eyes turned to the golden-robed elders. The quicksand skills of the golden-robed elders were vulnerable to Mo Fanzheng. Mo Fanzheng was wearing a black eagle feather armor, and he was also a strong wing, sweeping them off the tower.

They fell to the ground, panicked, and fled in all directions. The soldiers chased after them, slashed and killed them, slaughtering them like piglets.

Blood flowed down the tower, corpses piled up like mountains, the nine sand eagles in the sky had completely disappeared, and the black-clothed archers had also been wiped out. The heroic warriors killed the most terrifying people with their flesh and blood and fearless courage. formidable enemy.

The roar gradually calmed down, and the round of battle ended...

Mo Fanzheng walked down the stairs inside the tower covered in blood, and opened the city gate from the central castle. The gate was finally pried open by them with flesh and blood. Mo Fanzheng walked out slowly, and the living soldiers rushed out one after another. surrounded the past.

After Fu Shuai cleaned up the soldiers and horses, he briefly reported the situation on the scene: "Second Master, Third Young Master, all the enemies are dead, and more than half of our army has been damaged, and there are less than 200 soldiers left."

Everyone's heart was very heavy, and they didn't feel the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe. Looking at the corpse of their companion lying on the ground, they felt powerless like never before.

Fighting on the battlefield is so cruel and tragic. When you rush forward, you don't know whether it is the corpse of your companion or the enemy under your feet.

"Second Master, Third Young Master, should we continue to attack?" Fu Shuai asked for the opinions of the two commanders.

Mo Fanzheng frowned slightly, and looked up at his father: "Father, what do you think?"

"The soldiers are all powerless to fight anymore, at least they need to recuperate." Mo Wuhai looked at the brothers he had brought and sighed softly.

Now everyone is scarred and weak, and Mo Wuming hasn't appeared until now. There must be more powerful masters waiting for them. In their current state, going in is also death.

Mo Fanzheng nodded, and ordered: "Security to the city gate, rest and rectify, and then discuss the next step."

Mo Wuming has not shown up until now, so calm, Mo Fanzheng also feels that it is not that simple. What he is worried about is that there are still people from the seven major families in the central castle.

The rest of the Mo family are indifferent and vulnerable, but the strength of the members of the seven major families is far beyond them, so they have to be afraid.

"Third Young Master Mo! Third Young Master is mighty!"

"The third young master is mighty! The third young master is mighty!"

Suddenly, a group of common people with sickles and hoes rushed over, waving their arms. The soldiers sitting on the ground got up one after another, and they were surprised to see a group of ordinary people rushing over in the distance.

"Mo Sanshao, let us help you!"

"Mo Sanshao! Mo Sanshao!" Fu Shuai looked up, and saw a group of dark ordinary people, wearing all kinds of costumes, holding all kinds of "weapons", in addition to hoes, there are also kitchen knives , and whips, one by one rushed over filled with righteous indignation.

Fu Shuai looked at Mo Fanzheng excitedly, and suddenly felt a little more comfort in his heart. Unexpectedly, San Shao won the hearts of the people.

It turned out that the people of Mork Castle have been paying attention to this war. Their victory today, although they themselves suffered heavy losses, brought hope to the people of Mork Castle.

It turned out that besides these warriors, those who longed to break free from the shackles and shackles of the ruler included the people of Mork Castle.

Mo Wuhai looked at his son with a trace of relief on his face, tears filled his eyes, and his eyes were red with excitement.

"Everyone, thank you for your support." Mo Fanzheng looked at the people gratefully, trying to keep calm on his face, but he still couldn't hide his excitement.

He raised his eyes to look at the three-dangerous steeple in the high place ahead, and suddenly, he felt that he was no longer unable to move an inch.

He never thought that one day there would be so many people who supported him, and these ordinary people brought him another kind of spiritual support.

"Mo Sanshao! We brought water and food. Let's eat something to fill our stomachs. Only when we are full can we fight!" said an enthusiastic middle-aged man.

"Yeah, yeah, everyone eat something first, let's talk after filling our stomachs."

The people on one side have already begun to distribute beef and mutton to the soldiers. They don't have any fruits and vegetables here, and most of them are beef and mutton.

"Mo Sanshao, we also have a self-defense team formed spontaneously. In private, everyone also has some training at ordinary times, which can help us to some extent."

A young man named Dalong stepped forward. He was a big man with a simple and honest appearance. Next to him was a small man. Although the little man was short in stature, he looked very capable. This was Dalong's younger brother, named Erlong. .

Dalong is the captain of their self-defense team, Erlong is the vice-captain, and the self-defense team was established by the two brothers in private, and their actions are relatively hidden, because they usually help the city chief with some private work, such as carrying things. Therefore, the city lord turned a blind eye to their existence.

But what the city lord didn't know was that they were training in private and slowly growing their power.

Ever since Mo Fanzheng entered the city and killed Lian Qin with a group of heroes, they have noticed Mo Fanzheng and have been patiently waiting for the opportunity to join him.

"So it's Dalong. I've heard about you. I heard that you can kill a sand wolf with one punch." Fu Shuai patted Dalong's shoulder, with an encouraging smile in his eyes.

Dalong was a little embarrassed at once, and his face turned red. He knew Fu Shuai, and knew that Fu Shuai was the deputy commander of the Golden Guards, and he was very powerful.

They had seen Fu Shuai showing off his skills, and they all guessed that Fu Shuai was stronger than those golden robe elders, but they didn't expect that he belonged to Mo San Shao. With Fu Shuai, San Shao would be like a tiger with wings added to his side. It's really great.

(End of this chapter)