Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 373 Spreading rumors

In Linyuan City, the city gate had been repaired overnight, but the vines on it had never left. Fortunately, after losing Song Chunlin's stimulation, these vines became like ordinary plants, and the people of Linyuan City were no longer afraid after passing by them many times.

As for this city gate, Gu Fengyue completely handed it over to Song Chunlin and King Linyuan's confidants to guard it together, because they had guarded it very well before. Gu Fengyue then led a team of elite soldiers to station at the foot of Tianchi.

The bodies on the mountain road had been cleaned up, leaving only the bloodstains on the ground, which seemed to have seeped into the soil, so that people could smell a strong smell of blood as they walked on the road.

Song Chunlin stood on the city wall, sniffing the bloody smell, frowning and remaining silent.

Chen Ci, the confidant of King Linyuan, had red eyes and it was obvious that he had been crying bitterly. Now that King Linyuan's palace had kept the death a secret, Chen Ci had no place to vent his grief. He waited at the city gate early every day, waiting for those barbarians to come again so that he could chop them to pieces. Otherwise, it was difficult to vent his grief and anger.

At this time, there was a noise below the city gate. Song Chunlin swept his mental power over and found that it was King Linyuan's soldiers who were arguing with Gu's army. The people of Linyuan City were dissatisfied with Gu Fengyue and thought that Gu Fengyue wanted to take the opportunity to weaken King Linyuan's power and replace him.

The Gu family army believed that these local soldiers were being unreasonable. Your leader is bedridden and unable to get up. As the Grand Marshal of the current dynasty, shouldn't Gu Fengyue take over all the troops in the city? Besides, the small leaders under their prince haven't spoken yet. Why should it be their turn to comment on King Linyuan's decision?

The two sides each insisted on their own opinions and argued fiercely, with some people even pushing and shoving to try to drive Gu Jiajun away.

The people of Gu's army also became angry and pushed back with their chests puffed out.

"Come, come, come this way. We traveled all night to rescue you, how come we made a mistake?"

"That's right, you guys took my kindness for granted, you guys are just trying to get rid of me!"

"You said it so nicely, but don't you still want to take advantage of the opportunity to take over Linyuan City?"

"Who knows if your Grand Marshal has put the prince under house arrest? No matter how badly the prince was injured, it is impossible for him to remain closed to visitors. There must be something fishy going on here."

"Yes, there is something fishy!"

"We want to see the prince."

"Let us go see the prince."

Song Chunlin frowned as he looked at the few people who were clamoring to see the prince. These people were the ones who were jumping around the most happily just now. They clamored to see the prince, but there was no sign of worry about the prince on their faces.

Chen Ci seemed to have noticed this as well. He hurried over and took the lead in arresting those troublemakers. Those people seemed to think that the incident was not big enough and even scolded Chen Ci to his face, calling him a coward and spreading rumors that he had already defected to the Gu family army and was willing to betray his master in order to please Da Sima.

Faced with those people's slander, Chen Ci said nothing, but just ordered people to drag these people away. He was beaten with twenty military sticks in public on the charge of disrupting military morale.

When they heard that they were going to be beaten with twenty military sticks, those men's faces turned green. They all knew how fiercely the beatings with military sticks in the military camp were. Normally, five sticks could take half a person's life. Now they were directly fined twenty sticks. What was the difference between this and directly sentencing them to death?

"I don't￥@￥%" Those people wanted to complain, but their mouths were quickly blocked by someone. Chen Ci watched them coldly as they were dragged away and beaten with sticks at a busy intersection. The dull sound of sticks hitting flesh echoed in the streets, not only for the people to watch the whole process, but also for those with bad intentions to see.

Chen Ci didn't want them to die immediately, so he let them breathe their last. After the execution, these people could still survive for a while.

The fate of these people made those who wanted to spread rumors back off. It was true that they wanted to muddy the waters, but they did not want to lose their lives for it.

After punishing these people, Chen Ci returned to the city wall again. Song Chunlin asked, "Have you dealt with them all?"

Chen Ci nodded: "Yes, it's done."

"I'm afraid these people are not truly worried about the prince's safety."

"Of course not. If they were really worried about the prince, they wouldn't have made such a fuss and taken the opportunity to bite back at the Gu family army that came to help us. The people behind them just wanted to test whether the prince was really injured."

Song Chunlin naturally understood this. If this matter had happened in the past, he would have been able to handle it himself, but now this is still someone else's territory, so it would be better to let Chen Ci handle it himself.

Of course, the main reason is that he is a bit lazy.

Song Chunlin sensed the movements of the barbarians that night. It turned out that the barbarians had not really given up Linyuan City. After resting for two days, they came back again.

"Come on, I'll kill one if one comes, and I'll kill a pair if two come." Chen Ci was so excited that he even forgot to think about whether Song Chunlin's source of information was reliable. Fortunately, he didn't think too much about it, otherwise Song Chunlin would have to spend a lot of time explaining.

Gu Fengyue also received the news of the barbarians' invasion. While others were questioning it, Gu Fengyue had already begun to arrange tactics in an orderly manner.

Just a quarter of an hour had passed, and some people hurried to their positions. Before they could catch their breath, a line of fire suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

"what is that?"

"Is it the Huns?"

"Turks..."

"No, the two of them combined don't have that much..."

"Damn it, they're doing this again!"

After everyone understood the other party's intentions, they started cursing, but after cursing, they still prepared to fight the enemy obediently.

The opposite fire line was approaching Linyuan City in the dark night. When they were still ten miles away from Linyuan City, a large number of traps suddenly appeared on the ground. The galloping horses were hit one after another, and both the horses and the riders fell heavily to the ground. Unfortunately, they were sprinting at the moment, and the horses behind them did not react in time, and they directly stepped over the horses and riders on the ground.

So one after another, by the time the horses at the back had just stopped, a large number of people in front had already fallen down. The group at the front had been trampled to death. It was the most frustrating way to die on the battlefield.

They died before they could accomplish their mission. They haven't even reached the city wall yet, but there were already heavy casualties on their side. It would be a great shame to tell anyone about it.

They were crying out in pain and cursing at their parents, while Linyuan City was still waiting for these barbarians to come over. Seeing that their fire line suddenly became chaotic, they all speculated whether these people had fallen down because they could not see the road clearly in the dark.

Only Song Chunlin stood on the city wall, squinting his eyes and drinking the spiritual spring water. The distance of ten miles was not far for him, but it was still a little difficult for Song Chunlin to control so many mutated plants at such a long distance at once.

The barbarians here stopped the team urgently and asked people to explore the road ahead. However, after these people went out, they found that there was nothing unusual on the ground.

The leader of the barbarians said it was impossible: "How could our people trip when the ground was fine? Did you see it carefully?"

"I did look carefully, there was nothing on the ground."

That's really strange. The ground was fine, so how could so many people fall down at once?

Just when they were puzzled, they found that a long time had passed. They had been staying here for so long that if they did not launch an attack, they would be laughed to death by the Han people on the opposite side.

So even though they had many doubts in their hearts, these barbarians decided to continue the final sprint. After all, they had already sent people to check, and the road ahead for seven or eight miles was normal, and there was no problem at all for the horses to run on it.

However, they obviously underestimated Song Chunlin's determination to stand still and fight monsters. He imitated his favorite tower defense game in his previous life and arranged row after row of mutant plants underground. He was waiting for these people to speed up so that he could give them a warning. This was a real warning, the kind that could be fatal.

There were many barbarians, and they rushed for a long time before Song Chunlin launched the second trap.

Once again, the barbarians were tripped by something on the ground and were cursing. This time, because the distance was close enough, Song Chunlin secretly let some mutated plants strangle a number of barbarian soldiers. Together with those who fell and were trampled to death, two attacks killed nearly 10,000 of the enemy. With such a record, Song Chunlin felt that he must brag about it afterwards.

He was feeling proud of himself when the barbarian leader started to go crazy. He grabbed the collar of a soldier he had sent out earlier and scolded him loudly.

"Are you blind? There are so many traps, and you didn't see any of them? You killed so many of our warriors for nothing. Since your eyes are useless, you might as well throw them away!" After saying that, the leader actually dug out the soldier's eyeballs. Amid the soldier's wailing, he threw the eyeballs directly on the ground. Finally, he stomped on the opponent's eyeballs several times, completely crushing them to pieces. Only then did he feel a little relieved.

The people below asked him if he would still attack?

The leader sneered, "Attack! How can we not attack now that it has come to this? I will capture the villain who set these traps, chop off his hands and feet, tie him to the back of a horse and drag him away. He dared to plot against our warriors, and he must pay the price."

Song Chunlin, who was standing on the city wall, couldn't help but sneeze loudly, thinking that someone must be scolding him.

The barbarians soon made a new move. This time they finally learned their lesson and did not let the horses speed up, so their speed slowed down a lot.

But will Song Chunlin let them go just because they slowed down?

Of course not. All those vines had been planted before, and they couldn't be wasted after being used once. So Song Chunlin gathered all the vines in the distance and gave these barbarians a fatal blow from behind.

The mutated vines quietly gathered behind these barbarians. They walked forward unconsciously, while the people behind them were silently pulled away and strangled by the vines. By the time they realized something was wrong, most of the only archers of these barbarians had been killed.

Upon learning that half of the ranged troops on his side had been killed, and he didn't know how they were killed, the leader felt a bitter pain in his heart.

He recalled the fear he had felt at the gate of the city when he was dominated by those monsters. It was not until this moment that they realized that this group of Han people actually had such a powerful weapon hidden!

"Damn it! How could we have forgotten that this group of bastards had recruited those evil people into their ranks, causing us to lose so many people all at once!"

The barbarian troops stopped again. This time, they stood three miles away from Linyuan City, facing the Dajing soldiers on the city wall from afar.

This distance is not an ideal shooting range for archers on both sides. With so many barbarians killed in the long-range attack, they were a little afraid to get closer and were discussing how to reorganize their formation before launching an attack on Linyuan City.

Chen Ci discovered the enemy's intention and quickly asked the archers on their side to be ready. The enemy could launch an attack at any time, and they must disrupt the enemy's morale as soon as possible.

This time, Song Chunlin prepared a fire attack for the barbarians. The vines were responsible for throwing small gas cans and liquor, and the archers on the city wall were responsible for setting fires. The small gas cans would explode when encountering open flames. Although they might not necessarily kill people, they could still cause serious injuries.

The barbarians finally and slowly approached the city wall. The leader originally planned to challenge them at the city gate, but before he could say anything, a wine jar was hit on his head.

The wine jars were full of liquor. The leader immediately realized that the other side wanted to set fire to them, and hurriedly shouted to retreat. However, it was too late. Liquor cups were smashed into their team one after another. In addition to the wine jars, there were also some strange metal cans. They were weird and could not be opened. When those people saw them, they thought they were strange things used as stones. Some threw them aside, but some people thought that the cans might be valuable things and actually took them into their arms as trophies.

Then, those who had collected the gas tanks were in bad luck. When the archers shot the ignited arrows into their team, the surrounding liquor caught fire. Song Chunlin was afraid that the fire was not strong enough, so he threw a few bottles of alcohol out from a distance. Alcohol was more flammable than liquor. In an instant, the barbarians were surrounded by flames. The people in the fire kept wailing, and the fire burned more and more fiercely.

Under the scorching heat, the gas tanks finally began to explode one after another. The gas tanks thrown on the ground only injured people, but those that were collected directly blew a hole in the chest of those people. The hole was black and the people were killed on the spot. The explosion also affected some people around them.

The sound of the explosion frightened these barbarians. In their panic, they did not even realize that the explosion was caused by a gas tank. By the time they realized what was happening, the number of people who died in the explosion had reached nearly a hundred.

Song Chunlin looked at the barbarians on the ground with regret, regretting that he had not collected more gas tanks at the beginning. Now they were not enough.