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"What?"

Zhao, the military officer, was immediately stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"Tomorrow I will storm the execution ground and rescue Chen Mo. I hope the general will ask his troops to turn a blind eye."

Liang Ming said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the two personal guards behind Zhao Canjiang couldn't help but change their expressions.

"presumptuous!"

Zhao, the military officer, suddenly stood up, his tone unusually serious.

"Where did you get the audacity to storm the execution ground? This is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family. Do you intend to implicate me, the general?"

That being said, Zhao, the adjutant, was filled with more doubt at this moment.

Who exactly is this person in front of me who claims to be Chen Mo's friend?

Since this person has the documents that the government troops gave to Chen Mo, he is definitely not Chen Mo's enemy.

Now, they dare to boldly reveal their plan to storm the execution ground in front of the government troops. What is their purpose?

Liang Ming was not intimidated by Zhao Canjiang's demeanor and still said, "If I can rescue Chen Mo, it will also be of help to the general."

"Bullshit! What good does rescuing a criminal do for this general?"

General Zhao said solemnly.

"I heard the general has been demoted; it's probably the Huang family's doing."

Liang Ming continued.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Canjiang's face instantly darkened.

This matter had already spread throughout the northern part of the city.

His authority as the bandit-suppressing general has vanished.

"How dare you!"

Before General Zhao could speak, his personal guards behind him began to rebuke him angrily.

The sight of this strange person made the guards more wary.

General Zhao suppressed his anger and raised his hand to signal Liang Ming to continue.

"Huang Chengyue humiliated you so badly in court, showing no respect for the government troops. Moreover, he used his connections with the imperial court to withdraw the Zhao family army. Doesn't the general hold a grudge?"

Liang Ming said calmly.

"What business is it of yours what I do?"

General Zhao spoke sternly, but his mind was in deep thought.

With the Zhao family army withdrawn, he naturally harbored resentment towards the Huang family.

Those arrogant and domineering local gentry completely disregarded him, the general in charge of suppressing bandits, and even repeatedly threatened him.

Based on these old and new grudges, Zhao, the military advisor, wished he could wipe out the Huang family.

"Tomorrow I will lead men to storm the execution ground and rescue Chen Mo. The government in the north is now firmly controlled by the Huang family, and those soldiers will not be able to stop us at all. The north will definitely be in chaos."

Liang Ming continued.

"Oh?"

Lieutenant General Zhao stared intently at Liang Ming, seemingly gradually understanding his meaning.

Liang Ming said, "When that time comes, those people in the North City will definitely remember the General. Back when the General was in charge of the North City's defenses, the bandits dared not invade a single step. But now that the General has just been removed from office, and something like this has happened in the North City, what do you think those people will think?"

These words caused a flicker of consideration to cross Zhao Canjiang's eyes.

If this person in front of me really has the ability to storm the execution ground and even make the Huang family suffer, wouldn't that prove the government's incompetence?

In comparison, the role of Zhao's army becomes even more apparent.

Since the imperial court wants to withdraw Zhao's army, there's no need for General Zhao to pay any attention to it.

This is a good opportunity to teach the Huang family a lesson.

"Who exactly are you?"

General Zhao frowned and looked Liang Ming over again.

"I am just an ordinary citizen."

Liang Ming replied calmly.

"Ordinary people?"

General Zhao gave a cold laugh.

The person who came up with this plan is not like an ordinary citizen at all.

It seems that not only is Chen Mo not a simple person, but even the people around him are quite bold.

This person has the audacity to reveal the plan to storm the execution ground in the military camp, which clearly indicates that he is certain that the Zhao family army will not get involved.

Recalling the humiliation he had suffered in court, Zhao, the military officer, felt a surge of anger rising within him.

He didn't want Chen Mo to die either.

Now that Zhao's army is about to withdraw anyway, it's better to leave a mess for the next government army. It would be best if the situation became more and more chaotic, so that the court could see who has real ability.

After a moment's thought, General Zhao slowly said, "I don't know what you're talking about. The Zhao family army has no time for such things. We'll continue our training as usual and prepare for our withdrawal."

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming's eyes lit up instantly.

Zhao's words had already made the implication quite clear.

"I've only come to let you know, I'll take my leave now."

Liang Ming said no more.

Zhao, the military officer, said nothing more, but silently watched the man's back and did not have anyone stop him from leaving.

The small village of Lingtou is actually full of hidden talents.

If they can really rescue Chen Mo, the leader, then Lingtou Village might become the next Qingfeng Village.

Ha ha……

Anyway, these things have nothing to do with Zhao's army.

As dusk fell.

The next day.

North City Prison.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the cell.

Chen Mo leaned against the corner of the wall, his whole body aching.

During those three days, the prison guards tortured him relentlessly.

Chen Mo survived thanks to his willpower.

The Wang family wanted him dead, but he gritted his teeth and insisted on staying.

However, Chen Mo was already very weak at this moment, and was both thirsty and hungry.

Judging from the time, today is probably the day of the execution.

He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to rest for a moment.

"stand up!"

A short while later, a furious shout rang out beside me.

Two jailers rushed in, grabbed Chen Mo, and dragged him out of the cell.

"Just letting you know, you're about to be executed. Do you have any last words to say? Maybe I can help you."

The jailer whispered in Chen Mo's ear.

These words were undoubtedly an attempt to solicit a bribe from Chen Mo.

Chen Mo ignored him and kept his eyes closed.

At this moment, his hands and feet were locked in shackles, and he could not move.

"Damn it, there's not even a little bit of profit."

The jailer standing nearby was quite dissatisfied and retaliated by dragging Chen Mo along.

Outside the prison, the sunlight was blinding.

A moment later, a prison van appeared in front of him.

The jailer roughly pushed him up and put a heavy shackle around his neck.

This time, he'll probably be paraded through the streets as a public spectacle.

Before long, the prison cart began to move.

The streets were already packed with onlookers.

A large crowd was surging before me, and the sounds of conversation were constant.

"Is he the notorious criminal who killed thirteen people?"

"He was the first person in the northern part of the city to be executed in the first month of the lunar calendar."

"It's not surprising that this guy ended up like this because he wanted to fight the Huang family."

The sounds of others talking reached Chen Mo's ears, but he kept his eyes tightly closed, his mind flashing with many images.

Now, he can only wait for an opportunity.

The prison van moved slowly forward, then suddenly stopped after rounding a corner.

A group of people crowded together, blocking the prison van's path.

"Get out of the way!"

Ahead lies Caishikou, where half of the yamen runners and soldiers of the northern city are currently stationed nearby to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

"Hey, isn't this Chen Mo? How did he become a prisoner?"

Just then, a familiar mocking voice rang in my ears.

Chen Mo's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Two familiar figures stood outside a restaurant on the street.

Wang Mang held Lin Qingxue in his arms and looked at Chen Mo on the prison cart with a wicked grin.

Seeing the two adulterers, Chen Mo closed his eyes helplessly.