A daily intelligence report; in chaotic times and famine years, grain is plentiful.

In the village, everyone was ready, and Chen Mo immediately began to assemble the team.

There are now more than 300 people in the village. He left about 50 people to guard the village, and took the rest with him.

Although bringing so many people might expose their location, there are about a hundred soldiers in their group. Most of these people were refugees and their combat strength was obviously insufficient, so bringing more people would be safer.

"Listen up, everyone. This time we're going to rob government grain on the official road. If we succeed, we won't have to worry about food for the rest of the year."

Chen Mo stood at the forefront, boosting the morale of the crowd.

"Good! Let's seize the government's grain!"

The crowd was immediately filled with excitement, gripping their weapons tightly.

They had long been fed up with hunger. As long as they had food to eat, they would not back down, let alone oppose the government or even fight the government troops.

"Dong Shuo, come with me."

Chen Mo gave the instructions.

Dong Shuo gripped his official sword and simply nodded slightly.

"Brother Liang, you take the carriage and follow behind, ready to support us at any time."

Chen Mo continued.

"clear."

Liang Ming nodded.

The plan was clear: Chen Mo and Dong Shuo would act as the vanguard, lying in ambush on the official road, while Liang Ming would provide support from the rear.

In order to avoid incurring the wrath of the government, Chen Mo led his team on foot, along the path of Black Wind Ridge, and detoured to the official road outside the north city.

These mountain roads were extremely difficult to traverse, but fortunately, Chen Mo was very familiar with the terrain in this area, and led the team behind him slowly toward the official grain depot.

His system intelligence indicated that the batch of official grain would arrive outside the north city in two hours.

Chen Mo and the others still have plenty of time.

Dong Shuo walked beside Chen Mo, carrying a Guan Dao (a type of halberd). His steps were steady, and he looked very relaxed.

Some people were interested in his identity and wanted to chat with him, but he ignored them and just kept walking forward.

As they rushed onward, near dusk, the vanguard finally arrived at the designated ambush location.

Near the official road, there is a bend in the road, with dense woods on both sides, which is perfect for an ambush.

Chen Mo instructed everyone to hide in the woods and remain still.

The system showed that the grain cart was no more than three miles away.

The setting sun casts its last rays on the official road.

Before long, the sound of wheels could be heard in the distance.

"Are they here?"

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they quickly lowered their bodies, waiting for Chen Mo's command.

Chen Mo looked toward the official road and saw a group of people slowly approaching. A dozen or so yamen runners led the way, and there were at least ten grain carts in the middle.

On both sides of the grain carts, there were also some soldiers and dozens of local militiamen.

They held weapons in one hand and even wooden shields in the other.

It seems they are being very cautious.

The tension among the crowd intensified.

Chen Mo counted them quickly; the enemy force numbered about one hundred, which matched the intelligence report.

"Release the arrows!"

Seeing the other party approaching, Chen Mo immediately gave the order.

In the blink of an eye, several arrows shot towards the group of constables, and several of them fell to the ground.

"There's an ambush!"

Someone yelled.

The group of people responsible for escorting the grain carts immediately raised their wooden shields and held them firmly in place.

"Fight your way out!"

Seeing that the arrows couldn't do much damage to them, Chen Mo wasted no time and personally led his men out to fight their way out.

On the official road, shouts of killing filled the air.

"Brothers, let's fight them!"

Chen Mo roared and slashed at the group of soldiers with his knife.

The crowd behind them also rushed out, brandishing their weapons and fighting with the government troops.

But after all, this unit was hastily assembled by refugees, and after only half a day of simple training, their weapons were inadequate, and they quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Just then, another series of hurried footsteps came from the other side of the official road.

Another group of people rushed out, numbering a hundred.

They appeared to be well-equipped and surrounded the grain carts.

"There are reinforcements!"

Chen Mo was startled.

The government had a backup plan.

This brought the enemy's numbers to two hundred, and their combat strength was significantly higher.

For a time, Chen Mo's side was at a disadvantage.

Before Chen Mo could organize a counterattack, the soldiers' blades slashed fiercely at him.

Chen Mo quickly drew his knife to parry, but was completely outmatched and was about to be surrounded.

"Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

Dong Shuo, carrying a Guan Dao (a type of halberd), charged into the ranks of the government troops like a fierce tiger.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung the broadsword horizontally.

Several enemy soldiers were caught off guard and were immediately struck by a heavy blow, their blood splattering everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Shuo unleashed another slash, charging towards the local militiamen standing nearby.

The man had no chance to dodge and was beheaded instantly...

"Kill them all!"

At this moment, Dong Shuo was already bloodthirsty.

Wherever he went, it was as if he were in an empty land; no one on the government troops' side could stop him.

Seeing Dong Shuo's valiant performance, Chen Mo was overjoyed.

This is clearly a fierce general!

"Brothers, the officers and soldiers are scared! Charge!"

Chen Mo shouted again.

The group of refugees, who were initially at a disadvantage and had begun to retreat, were suddenly filled with renewed fighting spirit upon seeing Dong Shuo's bravery.

They shouted loudly and followed behind Dong Shuo, launching a counterattack against the government troops.

The two sides were locked in fierce combat when, just then, another shout came from not far away.

It was Liang Ming who arrived with the follow-up troops.

"superior!"

Liang Ming, gripping his sword, rode his horse and charged into the rear of the government troops.

His skills were already exceptional, and with the added advantage of riding a horse, he immediately broke through the soldiers' formation.

The situation reversed instantly.

The officers and soldiers were attacked from both sides and immediately lost their composure.

"Retreat immediately!"

The local militia were frightened and immediately dropped their weapons and fled.

The officers and soldiers had no will to fight. Seeing their comrades fall one by one, they hurriedly mounted their few remaining horses and fled towards the north city.

Dong Shuo was now in a bloodthirsty frenzy, gripping his long sword as he gave chase.

"Stop chasing!"

Chen Mo quickly stopped him.

With such a commotion, there's a chance the government troops might send reinforcements.

"Load the food onto the trucks first, take the weapons too, and see if any of the brothers are still alive."

Chen Mo gave the order.

Everyone immediately sprang into action, loading the grain carts onto their own wagons and then taking their belongings.

After a thorough inventory, these ten grain carts contained at least nine thousand catties of grain.

Without lingering, they pulled the grain carts, helped the wounded, and once again disappeared into the mountains.

At this moment, Black Wind Ridge was completely dark.

"Here you go, bro."

Chen Mo slowly walked to Dong Shuo's side and handed him a bag of dry food.

Dong Shuo took it and started eating.

Seeing his expression, Chen Mo smiled faintly.

This guy, although he's an oddball, is incredibly powerful in combat.

If it weren't for his intervention, we would probably have had to go through another bloody battle.

The procession proceeded quietly, returning to the village at midnight.

Chen Mo had the grain transported in, and then began to count the casualties.

In this battle, the team lost forty-three men and was wounded more than fifty.

There were many casualties, but the rewards were also substantial.

Having gone through this bloody battle, the team has finally gained a bit more fighting spirit.