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Chapter 110 Killing a Sacrificial Offering

Of the five pieces of intelligence that Lin Feng delivered, one was obtained by bandits, two were lost, and two were carried away by carrier pigeons and delivered to the Ma Yi Wei's intelligence outpost in the mountains.

The intelligence agents then used carrier pigeons to deliver the intelligence to the county town.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands trembled slightly after deciphering the intelligence.

If he had known that the bandits had the Demonic Sect as their backing, he would not have agreed to let Lin Feng go undercover.

Zhang Xiaoyu rushed into Zheng Tiejun's room and handed him the translated intelligence. "General, the bandits have actually colluded with the Demonic Sect."

Zheng Tiejun sat up from his chair, took the intelligence report, and examined it carefully.

At first, he frowned, his face full of shock, but soon a smile appeared on his face.

If the bandits colluded with the Demonic Sect, then it means that the City Lord's Mansion also colluded with the Demonic Sect.

If this matter is accomplished, the city lord will surely die.

When the Demonic Sect is involved, the significance of this matter changes.

If it's done well, it will be a great achievement.

If such a great achievement falls on my head, it will surely push me to the position of city lord.

Zheng Tiejun put down the intelligence report and asked, "Who knows about this right now?"

Zhang Xiaoyu clasped his hands and said, "Only your subordinate and the general know."

"Very good, don't tell anyone else about this except the two of us."

"My subordinate understands!"

There are still three days left until the seven days Brother Lin mentioned.

With the manpower of these few counties in Longyuan County, I'm afraid they won't be able to deal with the bandits who are colluding with the Demonic Sect.

I immediately sought help from the sect, requesting them to mobilize the Iron Sword Army near Black Mountain.

……

After having lunch at the second-in-command's residence, Lin Feng went to the city's central square.

He started military training for his eight hundred men.

Have them line up and march in unison in the square according to commands.

These martial artists have much better physical coordination than ordinary people. When they walk, no one moves in the same direction, and they can quickly maintain a consistent pace.

Lin Feng then led them to run in unison across the square.

In just one afternoon, his men were trained to be quite skilled.

The first and second leaders stood on the attic, watching Lin Feng train his troops.

The leader pointed at Lin Feng's men and asked, "Whose men are those? They're acting all high and mighty."

Second-in-command Yun Mengwu said, "Big brother, is that Ninth Master's man? I didn't expect Ninth Master to have such abilities."

Is Ninth Master a reliable figure?

"Don't worry, brother. I've already tested this person, and there's nothing wrong with him."

"It's good that there are no problems. We can't afford any mistakes in what we're doing."

"I understand! There are only four days left, and I don't think there will be any problems in these four days."

Lin Feng felt that his men were lacking something; they didn't have the iron-blooded spirit of the army from his previous life.

After looking at it for a while, he finally discovered the problem.

These bandits looked so disheveled; most of them were oddly shaped, varying in height and weight, and they didn't look like good people at all.

Moreover, their weapons are also a wide variety.

Lin Feng didn't care about any of that.

Lin Feng trained them not to improve their combat power, but simply to get them used to obeying his orders.

We hope they can strictly enforce their orders.

He had a plan in mind, but he couldn't accomplish it alone; he needed the cooperation of his subordinates.

He planned to use the opportunity of going out for training to have these people cut down a large number of trees and pile them up so that he could set them on fire.

The Black Mountain is too big; a fire big enough to be seen by Zheng Tiejun's men must be set.

As for whether arson will destroy the forest, Lin Feng has no say in that.

Even if it causes a forest fire, it won't matter much. It rains every few days in this area, and it can extinguish even the biggest fire.

Once the fire is lit, my task will be complete.

As soon as the fire started, he ran outside to join the forces that had come to attack the bandit city.

In the past few days, Lin Feng has been wandering around the city whenever he has free time, trying to memorize the distribution of the city's garrison forces.

When I tell Zheng Tiejun and the others this information, my contribution will be even greater.

Having learned from the experience of those two undercover agents being caught, Lin Feng didn't dare to draw a map. He could only rely on his memory, memorizing as much as he could.

Besides bandits, there are also ordinary people in this city.

Lin Feng had learned about the backgrounds of ordinary people in the city.

Most of them were ordinary people who had been abducted to the mountains, while some were relatives of bandits.

Lin Feng had mentioned in the intelligence report that there were ordinary people in the bandit city, but he estimated that the sect would not care about the lives of these people.

Sects are straightforward and brutal in their dealings; they won't bother investigating the backgrounds of ordinary people and will definitely take a blanket approach.

Once the main force of the sect arrives, they will surely massacre this city.

Most of these ordinary people in the city could not escape death.

These ordinary people were already pitiful enough to be abducted to the mountains, but no one pitied them.

In the end, they will only become a number on the army's merit list, adding to their military achievements.

Lin Feng was willing to take a risk, not just to get some credit.

When the siege begins.

Lin Feng planned to take advantage of the chaos and sneak into the mansion of the bandit leader.

With such wealth among the bandits, their leader's mansion must hold a great deal of treasure.

Take whatever you can find: jewelry, silver notes, martial arts manuals, divine weapons.

As Lin Feng was pondering this matter, the Eighth Master came over to provoke him.

"Wow, Ninth Master's got some skills."

He trained his men to be like a regular army.

I suspect you're from a sect; what do we martial artists know about these things?

In the bandit organization, the strong are respected, and the law of the jungle prevails.

If you are bullied here, you will have no place to stand.

The Eighth Master spoke quite loudly, and many people in the square heard him and looked over.

Lin Feng's face darkened. He couldn't even lie low for a while; there were always some clueless people coming after him.

Lin Feng looked at the Eighth Master and cursed, "You're a fool yourself, so you treat everyone else like fools, and you even doubt this and that."

You suspect you've coded a cryptocurrency?

"If you're not convinced, let's have a duel to the death. Don't think you're stronger than me just because you're the eighth leader."

The Eighth Master never expected Lin Feng to dare to insult him. "You little brat, you dare to insult me? You've got a death wish!"

Lin Feng smiled dismissively, "Who's tired of living is still uncertain."

If you're not convinced, let's fight. It's a fight to the death, not a fight to the death.

Don't just indulge in empty words.

The Eighth Master hadn't expected Lin Feng to have such a fiery temper, constantly talking about life-or-death duels.

With so many people watching, the Eighth Master has no chance of backing down.

"Fight if you want? Who's afraid of who?"

Those who enjoy watching a spectacle are never afraid of things getting out of hand.

The surrounding bandits kept making a fuss.

"Let's fight a battle, let's fight a battle."

"Aren't we going to do something big?"

Before undertaking any major task, first sacrifice the head of the household to appease the heavens.

"Yes, kill one as a sacrifice to the heavens."

……

As it turns out, those who enjoy watching the spectacle are indeed not afraid of things getting out of hand.

It's not about risking your own life or making a huge fuss.

The square suddenly became lively.

The second-in-command, upstairs, looked at the leader and asked, "Brother, what do you suggest we do? Should we let them fight?"

The bandit leader chuckled. "Just a bunch of cannon fodder. Let them die if they want to. If they want to fight, let them fight."

Just like the group of people downstairs are shouting, "Kill one as a sacrifice to the heavens, hahaha!"