The Bandit’s Strategy

[Chapter 158-New Year's Eve] Naturally, it is better to have a family reunion

"Action." Duan Baiyue said solemnly.

Wuying put the peanut candy in his hand into his mouth, drew out two short knives and rushed out.

Fighting this kind of thing must be at the forefront to be enjoyable!

The surface of the sea is pitch black, and it is impossible for the enemy leader to see Shen Qianfeng for the first time. When he notices it, there is already a chill in his neck. Blood splattered towards the sky, and the deputy commander standing on one side felt that some water dripped on his face. When he looked again, his head was already heavily smashed on the deck at a moment, and the person beside him had already become a headless corpse.

"It's murdered!" A soldier exclaimed, scrambling and running backwards. The ship was in chaos. The people behind didn't know what was going on. They only heard that the leader had lost his head, and saw everyone running, so he pulled up the sail and retreated to the reef. Wuying saw the timing and jumped onto the deck, kicking the person who was in front of him back with a kick, hula la smashed into a large area, the ship swayed, almost overturning into the sea.

Duan Baiyue and Shang Yunze are both masters, and naturally there is no problem in dealing with these mobs. Sanchi Jianfeng is as cold as snow in the moonlight. Without the effort of a stick of incense, the entire fleet is in a mess. The Chu army still kills in the distance, and the ghostly shadows beside him can't kill them. Fear swept across the sky and no one. Knowing what happened, only knowing that maybe the next moment he will die.

With a dagger in Wuying's mouth, the civet climbed up the mast silently, chopped off the rope above, and then turned and jumped to the back of the cabin, firmly connecting the two adjacent battleships. Shang Yunze did the same, the two cooperated with each other, and it didn't take long to tie all the ships together. The people below are still struggling to fight. Without a commander or a watchtower, no one noticed what was going on.

After finishing the last knot, Shang Yunze exchanged glances with Wuying, and after whistling, he jumped into the boundless sea. Shen Qianfeng and Duan Baiyue got the order, after swinging their swords to cut away the enemy in front of them, they also used their strength to kick off the mast, and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.

There were huge explosions one after another, and the fire light would almost illuminate for a long time. Even if it was a few miles apart, Ye Jin still felt her ears humming.

"This..." Chu Cheng was shocked.

"Nothing will happen." Ye Jin said. It's just that although the voice is calm, the heart still unconsciously picks up, just thinking that people can come back safely.

"I've said it a long time ago, the leader of Shen's supernatural power is superb." Wen Liunian also said on the side.

"Long admiring the leader's name, I saw it today, it really is a well-deserved reputation." Chu Heng followed the courtesy, but there was a flash of worry between his eyebrows. By now, I knew that this army could not be kept alive, and I could only ask for it to survive, and it would be best to be buried in the fire and the sea, so that I could be safe and sound.

"Leader Shen is back!" Chu Jun, who was in the lead, saw first and cried out in surprise.

Seeing the familiar figure, Ye Jin's heart that had been hanging finally fell back.

Shen Qianfeng leaped up to the observation deck, throwing away the enemy's first rank.

Wen Liunian was too busy to win and avoid.

Seeing a head flying towards him, Chu Cheng had no choice but to reach out and hug him, feeling unhappy in his heart.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that there was some blood on his body, Ye Jin hurried to check.

"I'm okay, it's someone else's." Shen Qianfeng said, "I happened to see the gunpowder depot, and I clicked once to save trouble."

Ye Jin looked back and saw that the vast fire at the end of Sanchi Wave had gradually weakened, leaving only the ferocious smoke and the smell of fire.

"There really is a leader who has worked hard." Chu Heng stepped forward, "It's really a young hero, so he can return in a big victory so easily. Taking the enemy's first level is like trying to get something, which really opened my eyes."

"The prince is too acclaimed, it's just a group of mobs." Shen Qianfeng wiped his hands, "it doesn't take much effort, it doesn't hurt to have ten or eight."

Chu Heng followed with a grin, his face a little uncontrollable. After playing for more than a month, Shen Qianfeng couldn't take it, but Shen Qianfeng broke the ground as soon as he shot.

Stealing chicken is not going to lose money. This kind of loss-making business, but I have never thought of doing it.

"The prince needn't worry." Ye Jin said as if he could see what was on his mind, "When the Chu army attacked the northern Mobei tribe, they were also trapped by the maze for a long time. In the end, Shaoyu broke the formation alone. The emperor knows that he has never returned home for more than ten years and has been stationed in the vast East China Sea."

"Thank you Gu Master." Chu Heng lowered his head slightly-after calling his nephew a few times and his eyes were rolled, he has changed his name very wittily.

"Go back first." Shen Qianfeng said, "When it's dawn, send someone to clean up the endgame."

Chu Heng nodded, making Chu Cheng lead a team to Sanchilang-at least to make sure that there is no eloquence to be at ease.

In the house on the other side, the dark guard was squatting by the stove, carefully flipping the sweet potato, breaking it off and passing it to Mu Qingshan: "Master."

"Don't eat." Mu Qingshan shook his head.

"The Lord Shangbao will be fine." The dark guard sat beside him.

"I know." Mu Qingshan said boredly, but he was still worried.

The dark guard didn't persuade him, and ate sweet potatoes.

Mu Qingshan finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand and squeezed a piece of it to eat.

So when everyone came back, they saw Mu Qingshan squatting by the stove, fiddled with the ashes with a small stick, with a serious expression.

Shang Yunze laughed out loud.

"You're back!" Mu Qingshan hurriedly dropped his stick and ran over when he heard the movement.

"He refused to eat well during the day, but he had an appetite in the middle of the night." Shang Yunze helped him wipe the black dust off his nose.

"Are you not hurt?" Mu Qingshan asked.

"It's okay." Shang Yunze patted him on the back and said to Wen Liunian, "Everything is as planned. The enemy fleet was completely blown up, and a few of them were caught alive by King Duan."

"This time there really is Lord Lau." Wen Liunian said, "Go back and rest soon."

Shang Yunze nodded, and returned to the bedroom with Mu Qingshan.

"Snee!" Wuying sneezed, her eyes floating in the stove.

Wen Liunian allocated a sweet potato to him.

"It's not as sweet as the one grown on the island." Wuying took a bite, "It's not dried either."

"Then give it back to me." Wen Liunian stretched out his hand.

"No!" Wuying is very protective of food.

Wen Liunian curled his lips, sat by the stove and hugged his knees and asked, "Is Rakura Island far from here?"

"Yeah." Wuying said, "Even if you take the fastest boat, it will take more than a month to arrive. If you encounter bad weather, you are even more uncertain."

Wen Liunian sighed.

"The young master went to the island this time to retreat and practice, even if the adults go there, they won't be able to see him." Wuying sat cross-legged across from him.

"I know." Wen Liunian drew circles on the ground, "It will take two years."

"Then why not wait in Wangcheng?" Wuying always wanted to ask.

"In the East China Sea, it is always closer than in the Wangcheng." Although the same thing is not seen. Wen Liunian thought for a while, then said, "At least I can see the same sea."

Wuying shook his head: "I don't understand." How about seeing the same sea? The journey is still endless.

"Actually, I don't know much, but I always feel that it's more at ease here than in Wangcheng." Wen Liunian smiled, "Little son has worked hard too, go back and rest soon."

Wuying finished eating the sweet potatoes, stretched and walked back. Wen Liunian turned off the fire and turned back to the bedroom-after all these busy days, now that he is relieved, he feels a little tired.

It's better to get a good night's sleep.

The sun was shining in the sky, the whole town was noisy, early morning markets were sold, and there was a lot of people everywhere, the busy city was shining brightly with a billboard, literate scholars put their arms in their sleeves, and read the words above loudly. Let everyone listen.

"The pirates on the three-foot waves were really beaten back?"

"It is said that the Lord Shen went deep into the enemy alone last night, and took the first rank of dozens of people with just one sword."

"Yes, in the end even the fleet was blown up. A few brave young men sailed out to sea this morning, saying that they were all from the Lord Chu on the other side of the Sanchi Wave. The enemy army did not even see the shadows on the sea. They are all tattered sampan sails, which can be seen after a fierce battle."

"Now I'm going to the east to fish, but I don't have to worry about it anymore."

The people couldn't help but feel grateful to Shen Qianfeng, so they picked the best fresh fish and snacks from their homes and sent them to Wen's house together with a burden. At first, the dark guard refused to resign. Later, seeing more and more people, he simply accepted them all, folded them into silver and sent them to various households, and invited dozens of cooks to make all the ingredients into delicious dishes. , There was a running water banquet lively in the city. The people from all over the world rushed over when they heard the news, with laughter and laughter almost overwhelming. A raging bonfire was lit in the middle of the night. The young girls sang and danced around, and no one was willing to sleep.

"This is the time the people of Da Chu should live." Wen Liunian sat on the high platform, smiling and looking into the distance.

"Father and son of the Chu family don't think so." Shang Yunze said, "The more ignorant and dull the people, the better it will be for him."

"That was before." Wen Liunian said, "From now on, the people in Da Kun city will only get better day by day."

Shang Yunze nodded, and passed the wine jar over: "I'll toast your lord a glass."

Wen Liunian didn't refuse, but he raised his head and took a sharp sip.

There is quite a bit of pride in it.

Just a little choked.

Shang Yunze laughed and stretched out his hand to help him pat his back.

The wine is fragrant in the distance, and the fisherman's song is melodious.

After this battle, Chu Mian and Chu Cheng's small movements in private finally converged—after all, they only knew that Shen Qianfeng's skill was high before, but he didn't expect it to be so unpredictable, and Ye Jin looked unpredictable. Deal with it well. After thinking about it, it is better not to take the initiative. After all, I have been waiting for more than ten years, and I don't care about more than a year and a half.

Duan Baiyue also returned to Muyang City and continued... to worship the ancestors.

"Master Ye Gu." Wen Liunian said, "Can you ask a question?"

"Ask what?" Ye Jin lined up the five red wolf wolves, basking in the sun.

"I think Southwest King is pretty good." Wen Liunian said, "Why does the Valley Master seem to be quite prejudiced against him?"

"Am I?" Ye Jin wondered.

Everyone at the scene nodded in unison.

More than that.

It is very much.

Ye Jin: "..."

Wen Liunian was still watching him waiting for answers.

Ye Jin calmly said: "Because he is too wretched."

The dark guard's eyes were very worried, so he said that Gu Zhu's aesthetics was not normal. Before, he liked the hideous face and fur, and the wandering monkeys wanted to raise the polar bears. Now they say that the king of the Southwest is wretched. What is wretched is obvious. Handsome and tall, I don't know how many girls are waiting to marry.

"Always don't mention him in the future." Ye Jin angrily crushed a worm cake.

Wen Liunian hurriedly avoided: "Well, don't mention it."

Ye Jin carried the small basket, and arrogantly entered the door, leaving Master Wen in the courtyard, puzzled.

Could it be that I really owe money to it.

The chaos in the three-foot waves has subsided, and Dakun City has never had peace before. According to the usual practice, the imperial court had to allocate money every time during the New Year. This time it was finally not used as an army, but all was given to the people.

"I'm afraid the officers and soldiers will hate the adults for this." Mu Qingshan worried.

"How about holding grudges?" Wen Liunian looked into the distance, "Chu Heng is used to getting rid of the problems, the same officials will correct them for them."

Mu Qingshan blinked, feeling that the tone of the adult's words just now... so majestic.

As usual, Chu Mian ran to Wen's Mansion when he was free. When Chu Heng ran to Chu Heng, he was a little worried and asked the housekeeper to send the person back to his hometown in the country for strict supervision, so that he didn't have to run out to add traffic. The night before leaving, Chu Mian almost cried blindly, and finally Wen Liunian gave him some of his library before he managed to coax people well.

"My lord, you have to wait for me." Chu Mian still waved reluctantly until he got into the carriage, "I want to go to the Wangcheng Academy together."

Wen Liunian nodded and watched him all the way out of the city.

"I can't tell, my second brother can actually please the adults." Chu Cheng said, not hot or cold.

"The young master has a simple character, and anyone will like it." Wen Liunian glanced at him, "What does the elder son mean?"

"Sir, don't worry too much." Chu Cheng smiled, "My second brother has always been useless. Now that I can climb the song star, it is too late for me to be happy for him as an older brother."

Wen Liunian nodded: "If it comes to literary talent, the young master is indeed better than the elder son."

Chu Cheng smiled stiffly.

Wen Liunian didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and turned back home.

As the days passed, the taste of the New Year in the city became stronger and stronger. On New Year’s Eve, everyone started to work early in the morning. Ye Jin went out with Shen Qianfeng and sent a red envelope to the little baby in the city. When he came back, he saw Mu Qingshan writing Spring Festival couplets, and Shang Yunze next to him was making paste. He laughed and made noises with the dark guards, and made the backyard go crazy.

"Go out to fight!" Master Wen rushed out of the kitchen with a rice spoon, quite a bit murderous.

"My lord, help me!" Wuying quickly hid behind him.

The dark guard rolled up his sleeves and rushed over, carrying Wen Liunian on his shoulders, and Master Wen wanted to cry without tears in despair, "There is soup in the pot!"

"Go and help." Ye Jin clutched his stomach, and pushed Shen Qianfeng after laughing enough, "The adult is a scholar, don't make trouble with the flash of the waist."

"Which one's the turn to get my shot." Shen Qianfeng fed him a snack, "Here, someone is coming."

"Huh?" Ye Jin followed his eyes, and was immediately surprised: "The master is back?"

Zhao Yuefei walked over the wall and pulled the person back into his arms.

Things were so sudden, Wen Liunian opened his mouth blankly.

"Stupid?" Zhao Yue looked at him and smiled, and stretched out his hand to pinch his nose.

Only then did Wen Liunian react, and hugged him, so happy that he was about to cry: "Why are you back?"

"I want to come back and spend the New Year with you." Zhao Yue whispered in his ear.

The rest of the people walked out tacitly, and reunited after a long time. The next scene is not suitable for others to see...