Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"We are willing to die for our lord!!"

The kneeling veterans shouted in unison, their voices almost lifting the city gate tower off its heights.

Lin Mo snapped out of his excitement at looking at the new map.

He quickly stepped forward and reached out to help Meng Hu, who was at the front.

"Alright, get up, all of you."

"The ground is cold, and you're all getting on in years. If you accidentally hurt your knees, where am I supposed to get reimbursed for it?"

Meng Hu, however, remained motionless as if welded to the ground, his forehead pressed against the earth, his voice muffled.

"If you don't take our lives, young master, we won't get up!"

The three thousand veterans on the city wall also shouted in unison.

"We won't get up unless the young master agrees!"

Lin Mo had a bit of a headache.

Looking at Meng Hu's resolute face, he knew exactly what these veterans were thinking.

"Okay, I agree, I agree, isn't that enough?"

Lin Mo spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Listen up, all of you! From this moment on, your lives belong to me, Lin Mo!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced everyone.

"From now on, anyone who dares to disobey my orders, or hangs themselves without my permission, I'll dig up their grave and drag them out to give them a good scolding!"

These words instantly diluted the originally somber and solemn atmosphere.

Meng Hu was stunned for a moment, then Lin Mo pulled him up.

"Get up, Master Meng."

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, and we have avenged our grievances. We must move on."

Lin Mo patted the dirt off his knees, turned his head to look at the headless, fat corpse not far away, and the head that had rolled on the ground and was covered in dust.

"If you want your brothers to rest in peace, crying won't do any good."

"Someone come here!"

Several veterans of the Mountain Shaking Army immediately stepped forward.

"Hang Yuwen Biao's pig head and his fat body on the city gate."

Lin Mo arranged it word by word.

"Just hang it at the very top, let the wind blow on it, let the sun shine on it."

"Let all the people of the city see what happens when someone betrays their comrades and persecutes the loyal!"

"Let the souls of the tens of thousands of brothers at Wolongpo witness this!"

"yes!"

The veterans' voices carried an irrepressible sense of triumph.

They stepped forward, and one of them grabbed Yuwen Biao by the hair, as if he were a bag of garbage.

The others worked together to drag the heavy corpse, weighing several hundred pounds, and walked proudly toward the city wall.

As Meng Hu watched this scene, a surge of heat welled up in his chest.

Lin Mo's actions really touched the hearts of these veterans.

But then he thought of something and turned his gaze to the surrendered soldiers kneeling on the ground outside the city, who were being guarded by black-armored cavalry.

"Young Master Lin, what should we do with these people?"

Lin Mo looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a large group of surrendered soldiers kneeling on the open ground outside the city.

One by one, they were stripped of their armor and weapons, strung together like grasshoppers on a string, and obediently squatted down with their heads in their hands.

A quick glance suggests there are at least ten thousand people.

If we kill them all, we can definitely make a small profit on Hegemony Points.

But if word gets out, his reputation will be ruined.

We can't kill them, though. After all, these people are Yuwen Biao's old subordinates, and their hearts are hard to fathom.

Lin Mo stroked his chin and quickly came up with an idea.

"Master Meng, please thoroughly screen these people."

"Those who have the blood of the Hanshan Army brothers on their hands, those who used to follow Yuwen Biao in abusing his power and who have aroused great public resentment, should all be singled out."

He paused for a moment.

"You decide how to handle it. I only have one request: environmental protection."

Meng Hu was stunned for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

He got it.

Let them become nutrients, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

"And what about the rest?"

"The rest of you, get to work on the spot."

Lin Mo grinned.

"There are so many corpses on the battlefield, someone has to deal with them, right? You take some men to supervise and have them clean up the battlefield for us."

"After you finish cleaning, keep an eye on them and then you can screen them again."

"Those who are of good character and have never done anything wrong can be considered for a chance."

"Opportunity?" Meng Hu didn't quite understand.

"Yes, the opportunity to become a member of the Mountain Shaking Army, after all... the Mountain Shaking Army also needs fresh blood."

Lin Mo glanced at the gray-haired veterans on the city wall.

Meng Hu followed Lin Mo's gaze and instantly understood.

The Mountain Shaking Army is now reduced to just these old guys, like a tree without roots.

To continue, it is necessary to constantly recruit new people.

"Okay! Leave it to me!"

Meng Hu nodded emphatically, beckoned a group of veterans, and marched menacingly out of the city.

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the other side.

Inside the city, at first only a few households cautiously pushed open their doors.

When they saw the familiar yet ferocious head on the city gate, they were initially incredulous.

Immediately following was an overwhelming surge of joy.

"Dead! That scoundrel Yuwen Biao is dead!"

"Thank God!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire northern part of the town.

The deathly silent street came alive in an instant.

Countless people poured out of their homes, spreading the news and cheering with joy.

Some people even set off firecrackers in the street, and the cheers, starting from the city gate, quickly swept across the entire city.

Inside the magnificent bedroom of the city lord's mansion.

The heavy curtains could not block out the deafening noise outside.

Chu Mengyao slowly woke up.

A familiar scent still lingered in the air, making her cheeks burn.

She shifted her body, and the soreness in her waist made her furrow her pretty brows.

That bastard... he was absolutely inhuman last night.

She instinctively reached out and touched her side, only to find a cold sheet.

What about people?

Chu Mengyao sat up, the silky blanket slipping off her smooth, fragrant shoulders.

Outside the window, the clamor rose like waves, one after another.

She was just woken up by this noise.

At this moment, Lin Mo had disappeared again.

Could it be... that Yuwen Biao's army has broken in?

Something's happened!?

Her heart suddenly tightened.

Ignoring the strange feeling of her body being ravaged by Lin Mo, Chu Mengyao quickly found her clothes, put them on, and pushed open the door to leave.

The long street was already bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder.

Everyone surged toward the city gate as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"Yuwen Biao is dead! His head is hanging on the city wall!"

"Really? Let's go check it out!"

A woman passing by called out to her companion with a beaming smile.

Upon hearing this, Chu Mengyao paused, her heart filled with surprise and doubt.

died?

Is Yuwen Biao dead?

I just took a nap, how could I... be dead?

With a furrowed brow and a heart full of doubt, she passively followed the crowd, squeezing towards the city gate.

When she finally squeezed through the crowd to the square in front of the city gate, she froze.

Her gaze immediately fell upon the man.

Below the city gate, Lin Mo stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning to the side, talking to a woman.

That woman, dressed in an eye-catching red dress, stood tall and looked dashing.

The two of them standing together looked surprisingly well-matched.

They seemed to be talking about something interesting.

Lin Mo wore a relaxed smile she had never seen before, and the woman returned a faint smile.

In that instant, Chu Mengyao felt as if something had stabbed her heart.

Her gaze then slowly moved upwards, following the direction of the fingers pointed by the people around her.

Finally, it settled at the top of the city gate.

A head, suspended high by a rope and swaying in the wind, suddenly came into view.