The Nameless of the Common Clans

The resistance was suppressed and everyone kept their mouths shut, but this did not mean they were convinced, but more of a fear of death. The flame of hatred was suppressed in their hearts but not extinguished.

At least this is how Chen Mo feels. If he had no choice, he would definitely not dare to directly confront the Taiping Sect. However, the hatred for destroying his family has never been forgotten. It is just that before he was able to take revenge, he chose to bury this hatred deep in his heart. .

"If we continue like this, we will either die on the battlefield of the siege, or be killed by these people." After returning to his place of residence and telling Dalang and others about this incident, Dalang gritted his teeth.

Yes, either he was killed during the siege, or he was killed by the Taiping Cult when he was defeated, or he starved to death on the road after escaping. At the moment, it seemed that there was no other way out.

Chen Mo fumbled with his short bow, wondering if there was any other way out. If this continued, it seemed that they really had only one way out.

"Oh, it would be great if we could enter the city." Aunt Cai sighed from the side.

Going into town?

Chen Mo suddenly felt something flash in his mind. He looked at Aunt Cai and then at his mother. After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo suddenly got up and walked out.

"Mo'er, where are you going?" Upon seeing this, Chen's mother stood up and shouted.

"Mom, don't worry. The child will come back as soon as he leaves." Chen Mo's voice came from afar, but the person had disappeared.

Mother Chen was a little worried. Aunt Cai on the side smiled and comforted her: "Sister, don't think too much. I think Mo Lang has some ideas. Maybe he has some countermeasures in mind."

"Hey, what can we do?" Dalang sat down and looked at the scenery outside. "There are so many people in the Taiping Sect, and there are only five of us in total..."

"There are more people. We can't compare to the Taiping Sect in any way. But we can't defeat it. We can use our strength. Confucius said: A gentleman is born without being different. He is good at fake things." Chen Mo carried Ji Kuai's lighter-colored broken bag. Bu came in with a rare smile on his face.

"What do you mean?" Dalang and Duan looked at Chen Mo blankly, wondering what he meant.

"That is to say, the most powerful thing about a person is not how strong he is born with, but how good he is at using external objects. If we compete with the Taiping Sect, we will naturally hit the stone with an egg. But although the Taiping Sect has a large number of people, it may not be invincible. , Although we can't beat him, the imperial army is no worse than him!" Chen Mo spread out the cloth, opened his index finger with a knife, and started writing amidst Chen's mother's exclamation.

"Mo'er wants to contact the defenders in the city?" Mother Chen looked at Chen Mo writing a book in blood with some distress. She already understood Chen Mo's plan.

"Well, I don't know what to do. Let's see if they can do anything. Let's get in touch with them first." Chen Mo nodded.

"Now that the four gates of Quyang are closed, even if it is written, how will it be sent in?" Ah-Dai asked confused.

"Shoot it in with an arrow." Chen Mo said quietly: "If we attack the city again tomorrow, I will go to the front of the formation and you two will protect my mother and Aunt Cai."

His arrows could only shoot twenty steps at most. If he wanted to send the letter into the city, he had to get close to the city wall. He couldn't hide in the back like he did yesterday. He couldn't reach it at all.

"Those people from the Taiping Sect also have bows and arrows. With so many bows and arrows, how do you let them find you?" Dalang frowned.

"Write a few more, and the rest depends on your fate." Chen Mo wrote one and carefully tied it on the wooden arrow. The index finger could no longer bleed. Chen Mo frowned and wanted to cut another finger. , but was stopped by Chen’s mother.

"It's still early. Let's wait until evening to write. Mom will prepare something for you." Mother Chen stretched out her hand to stop Chen Mo and shook her head. She was reluctant to let her son hurt her like this.

"I've looked for it, but it's not there." Chen Mo shook his head and said.

"Listen to me." Mother Chen took the dagger away from Chen Mo's hand, but her tone was very firm and left no room for doubt.

Chen Mo had no choice but to obey.

Mother Chen asked the three of them to go out to find some firewood to keep out the cold at night. After the three of them left, she turned to look at Aunt Cai and said, "Sister-in-law, we need your help this time."

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In the evening, when Chen Mo came back, he looked at the bowl of blood that his mother had prepared for him. He frowned and looked at his mother and said, "Mother? What are you doing..."

"Don't worry, women bleed for a few days every month. Don't worry, my son can use it." Mother Chen comforted her with a smile. Aunt Cai beside her smiled a little reluctantly.

"Yeah." Chen Mo didn't quite understand, but after taking a closer look at his mother, there was no wound. Then he felt relieved, dipped his finger in blood and continued to write.

The content is quite simple. First, he introduces himself to his family, and then he tells that he is a thief because he is forced to do so, not because of his resources. This time, he sent a letter in blood, hoping to get in touch with the city to see if there is a way to help the court quickly break the law. Thief, if the city receives this letter and is willing to believe him, he can set up a wooden stake in a conspicuous place on the city wall and wrap it with withered grass, and he will shoot his arrow on the wooden stake.

"They may not believe it." Mother Chen looked at the letter written by Chen Mo. For a ten-year-old child, it was actually good to be able to write such a letter, but Mother Chen was more worried about another thing.

"You have to give it a try. I don't want to be a thief. Moreover, my mother also said that although the Taiping Sect is very powerful now, it cannot last long. I will try to escape as soon as possible. Although this time, although the county is strong, it may not be a thief. Opportunity." Chen Mo said truthfully.

"Looking at Mo Lang talking, he doesn't look like a ten-year-old child." Aunt Cai on the side sighed. Chen Mo now feels more stable no matter what he says or does, and he doesn't look like a child.

Although Chen Mo was a child, he practiced archery in the dream training camp for seven years. Although he practiced archery most of the time, the environment without communication was also important for the training of the mind. In addition, he experienced fighting and darkness along the way, and Chen Mo's mind was constantly changing in this environment.

Chen's mother just smiled and nodded, but how much bitterness was there in her smile, and how many people could understand it? People's maturity is not achieved overnight. How much training and ups and downs are needed in it, I am afraid no one knows better than Chen's mother. If possible, how many parents in the world would like their children to be so steady at such a young age?

"Mother, Aunt Cai, next time we gather to attack the city, sometimes we can't help ourselves on the battlefield. If you get separated, remember to panic and remember not to fall down. If you fall down, I am afraid you can't get up." Chen Mo tied the letter to the wooden arrow and fixed it, and then looked at his mother and Aunt Cai with a serious face. The scene of trampling on each other during the previous siege and defeat is still fresh in his memory.

"Don't worry, Mo'er. I understand." Mother Chen tried to keep her smile so as not to worry her son: "It's late. Go to bed quickly."

"Okay."

Chen Mo nodded. The noise outside had gradually disappeared. Night fell. In the dark night, there was nothing else to do except sleep. He squeezed together with Ah Dai and Da Lang. Hei Zi fell asleep beside them. As for kneeling down to the god of the system, he could only do it in his heart...