Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Chapter 250: Great Merit

The dishevelled soldiers hurriedly fled from the burning tent. The fire spread rapidly. Countless soldiers who failed to escape in time were swallowed by the flames in despair. The air was filled with pungent burnt smells and wailing.

The army's morale completely collapsed in fear, like sand in the wind, scattered and disorganized.

The soldiers ran towards the general's tent, only to see the general lying in a pool of blood. The last glimmer of hope in their hearts was shattered.

The death of the general made the already shaken military morale even more chaotic, and the enemy fell into unprecedented panic and chaos.

"The generals have been killed and the camp has been burned down. What is the point of this war?"

One soldier shouted desperately.

"Why are you fighting? Are you going to be burned alive if you don't run away? The Xiliang army will be here soon!"

the other replied in horror.

"We are soldiers, we should obey the emperor's orders. Conquering Xiliang is our mission. How can we lose our composure at this moment?"

Someone insisted.

"Fight if you want, don't drag us down! Everyone, fight on your own and find a way to survive!"

Another person retorted angrily.

In this chaos and dispute, the fate of the Dongchu military camp seemed to have been settled and the defeat was irreversible.

The camp was in chaos, with insults and curses intertwined, creating an atmosphere of uneasiness and panic, like a summer thunderstorm, one after another, endless.

Fan Yanmu was in the tent, and through the gap in the thin curtain, a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Behind the clamor of these enemy soldiers, what was exposed was the division and distrust among them. They were like loose sand, with no cohesion at all. In his eyes, such an army was nothing but a vulnerable mob.

Thinking of his father Fan Heng's strategy today, he couldn't help but feel sincere admiration in his heart.

My father's decision was wise and ruthless. He used fire attacks to weaken the enemy's morale and strength, and at the same time used psychological tactics to force chaos within the enemy. This was the best and quickest way to end this long-lasting war.

Fan Yanmu firmly believed that victory was not far away.

Soon, with the sound of footsteps like the shaking of the earth coming closer and closer, the army led by Fan Heng approached the enemy camp. The sound was so loud that it was like a landslide, which made people feel uneasy.

The enemy soldiers changed color when they heard the sound. Their previous arrogance was instantly replaced by fear. They scattered in panic as if the end of the world had come. Their former bravery vanished into thin air, leaving only endless escape and despair.

At this moment, dense black raindrops seemed to be streaking across the sky. It was a rain of arrows released by the elite archers dispatched by Fan Heng.

Among the thousands of enemy troops, some had been trapped by the raging fire, and most of those who escaped were unarmed.

While searching for shelter, they discovered that their former tent had been engulfed in flames, reduced to charred ruins.

The rain of arrows whizzed in like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping one enemy soldier after another. Then, hundreds of arrows attacked again like a dark cloud, shrouding the camp in the shadow of death.

The archers commanded by Fan Heng took turns to go into battle, and arrows continued to pour into the enemy camp like a tide, with no intention of stopping.

Soon, the enemy camp turned into a sea of ​​blood, with wailing and painful groans coming one after another, fallen bodies and broken weapons could be seen everywhere, and the scene was desolate and tragic.

In the chaos, enemy soldiers who tried to take the opportunity to escape were intercepted by Fan Yanmu and his group, and their fate was ended by the cold sword.

This raid on the Dongchu military camp achieved an unprecedented brilliant victory. Fan Heng led the victorious soldiers and set out on the road back to the frontier camp, his heart full of satisfaction and pride.

Stepping into his own tent, Fan Heng couldn't suppress his excitement, his smile blooming like a spring flower. He excitedly patted Fan Yanmu's shoulder, his voice filled with undisguised pride: "Good boy, you've really done a great deed this time! Whatever your wish is, just tell me, I will definitely reward you handsomely, no matter what!"

Fan Yanmu looked at his father's expectant eyes, but he felt mixed emotions.

He had never expected that the mission would go so smoothly. If he had known the result earlier, perhaps he would have chosen a more direct and decisive way to make the enemy camp completely disappear in flames and darkness.

The war at the border has temporarily subsided, but Fan Yanmu's heart is still unsettled. He begins to plan to leave the military camp and go to Nanchong City to look for Xiao Zhixue, the woman he has been dreaming about.

"Father, we have eliminated the enemy. It will be difficult for Dongchu to organize a large-scale counterattack in the short term. I would like to request a vacation and go to Nanchong City."

When Fan Heng heard the words "Nanchong City", the smile on his face faded slightly and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"What are you going there for? The remnants of Xuan Yu Hall have not been eliminated yet. Shouldn't we deal with them first?"

Fan Heng's reminder made Fan Yanmu's heart tighten. He naturally understood the threat that Xuan Yutang posed to the stability of the border.

But Fan Yanmu had already made arrangements in his mind, and the dragnet had already been set up. As long as the plan went well, the people from Xuan Yutang would have no way to escape.

"Father, Nanchong City is extremely important to me. There is someone waiting for me there."

Fan Yanmu's words revealed an unquestionable determination.

Fan Heng frowned when he heard this. He still had doubts about the experience that Fan Yanmu had not revealed in detail on his way back.

Although the secret letter had been safely retrieved, Fan Heng did not ask any further questions, but the sudden mention of an important person made him even more suspicious.

Fan Heng realized that Fan Yanmu seemed to be holding back, and his brows furrowed with curiosity and concern.

"What kind of person is it that makes you so anxious to go to Xiliang?"

Before Fan Yanmu could answer, Ying Er's anxious voice came from outside the tent: "General, I know who the 'person' you are thinking of is."

Ying Er was always straightforward and blurted out what he said without thinking. He realized it was inappropriate after he finished speaking and was stopped by Ying Yi with a stern look.

Fan Heng waved his hand to signal Ying Er to come in and talk in detail, while Fan Yanmu glared at Ying Er fiercely and scolded him in a low voice: "Stop talking!"

Ying Er shrank his neck and said nothing more.

However, Fan Heng's curiosity was completely aroused, and he was eager to know who the person was that made Fan Yanmu care so deeply about him.

"Okay, stop keeping me in suspense. Tell me, what kind of person could make my son so obsessed?"

Ying Er stole a glance at Fan Yanmu and was about to speak but hesitated.

Fan Heng slammed the table, his tone becoming a little stern: "Just say what you want to say, why are you hesitating?"

After receiving the order, Ying Er mustered up his courage and told the truth: "The person you like is a very brave woman."

When Fan Heng heard this, his frown suddenly relaxed and his eyes sparkled with surprise.

"Oh? Mu'er, is this true?"

Fan Yanmu nodded expressionlessly and glared at Ying Er again.

Seeing this, Fan Heng's face was filled with a relieved and bright smile.

He could find almost no fault with his son, except that he seemed a little slow in emotions.