Chapter 293: The Vast Granaries of North China
"Little San... Xiao San, come down quickly! I'm begging you..."
"Changsheng... Changshenggui! Hurry up and come down, if you die on the mountain what am I going to do with your wife?"
"The seven-tree village of Linhe! The one under the banner! Do you have the medicine? Your parents, wife, and children are all waiting for you down here! Get your ass down here immediately!"
Late at night on the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the entire Boxian Mountain main camp was an absolute mess. It was only at this moment that Fan Shiying realized he had underestimated his own interlocking scheme. At dusk, before the news could even spread and be hunted down by military dispatches inside the city, a troop of elite cavalry directly entered and surrendered.
And when he organized a nighttime counter-offensive and brought the family rolls down to Boxian Mountain, control of everything was lost. Boxian Mountain was not much of a mountain; it only appeared prominent on the North China Plain and possessed a clever location, so Chu Suzhe made it his main camp. As the Dark Dragon Gang approached, the family rolls shouted aloud in the howling wind, which quickly escalated into weeping and pleading, and intertwined with the restless roaring and shouting on the mountain. Coupled with the bitter winter cold, everywhere were wailing and torchlight, plus gusty winds, making it naturally chaotic.
With the outside situation this messy, Chu Suzhe-who had just been promoted to a general of the first rank by the imperial court-could only sit withered in the main hall of the mountain stronghold. The main hall was brightly lit with torches, illuminating things clearly, yet it only illuminated his expressionless face.
To begin with, Chu Suzhe had known