In Shangqinglin, Mo Luo's residence is also an ordinary tiled house, which is already the best house here. Although the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info is simple, in this winter, it is much better than living in a tent. The camp of the Shuntian army was centered on this tiled house, extending out on all sides, except for the big tent, there were more shacks next to each other, which leaked on all sides, and lived inside, even if they burned firewood, the temperature was not much higher than the outside.

More than 100,000 people are like ants, densely packed together. The only thing that people at the bottom can survive every day is two bowls of gruel for one night. In order to survive, many people have to venture into the mountains, cut through thick snow, dig up grass roots, eat tree bark, and if they are lucky enough to dig up a nest of mice, they will win the jackpot.

Shangqinglin, although it has not yet developed to the point of cannibalism, is not far from this most dangerous stage.

The situation was so bad that Morro, as the supreme leader, was sitting on a volcanic crater, and at some point a sudden eruption would blast him into the air.

The weather was fine today, and the sun was high in the sky on a rare winter day, but in this tiled house, all the generals of the Shuntian Army were silent, because the whole room was filled with the roar of Moro's anger.

Since retreating to Shangqinglin, Mo Luo's temper has become bigger and bigger, and it has become more and more eccentric, from the beginning of the smooth wind to the current down-and-out parasitic fence, this huge gap seems to have completely crushed him, and if he is not satisfied, he will lose his temper and even kill.

"When I'm a fool? I thought I was deaf and blind! His angry voice echoed in the room, like a file scraping an iron plate, and a look of pain appeared on the face of the general with a slightly lower martial arts cultivation.

But no one dared to move, and Mo Luo, who was furious, did everything. The last time he lost his temper, one of his guards was punched to pieces by him because he didn't agree with him.

Everyone was silent, but Mo Luo's anger not only did not dissipate, but became more and more vigorous, and he slammed his fist on the wall of his hand, and with a bang, half of the wall fell in response, and the whole room shook, as if it could fall down at any time, and the dust fell and sprinkled on everyone, and everyone's faces changed greatly. Looking up at the roof one by one, if it really collapsed, although it would not cause them to be crushed to death, it was certain that they would be embarrassed.

But still no one dared to escape from the house.

Molobi is more frightening than the crumbling house.

Fortunately, this house, which looked very old, actually survived tenaciously after shaking for a while.

Mo Luo's anger came from Baoqing's Chu army.

Cheng Wuben's arrival once gave Mo Luo hope. This old man is a world-famous marshal, who once led the Chu army, which was still very weak at the time, to withstand the attack of the powerful Qi State, so that the Chu State in the next 20 years or so, concentrate on the development of internal affairs, which led to today's Qi and Chu rivalry.

Today's Mo Luo feels that he is not much different from the royal family of Chu at that time, and the arrival of Cheng Wuben will use his rich experience to get him through the difficulties, so as to make a comeback and create brilliance.

But at the first meeting, Mo Luo felt something different in his enthusiasm, and Cheng Wuben did not show much interest in the series of plans proposed by Mo Luo, which cast a faint shadow on Mo Luo's heart.

And Chu Jun's next move made Mo Luo begin to be afraid.

First, for various reasons, the officers who helped the training of the Shuntian Army were transferred back one after another, and all of them went back without returning, and then the food supply became less and less, at first it was still ten days for one supply, and slowly it became seven days, five days, and now, it has reached one day for one day. In other words, as long as the Chu army does not deliver food to the Shuntian army for a day, hundreds of thousands of Shuntian troops will run out of food.

All the actions of the Chu army are clearly showing one meaning, they have lost interest in the Shuntian army, and they no longer see the Shuntian army as an ally, but as a huge burden.

Thinking about it a little deeper, the meaning of the Chu army's abandonment of the Shuntian army is already obvious.

And yesterday, a top-secret message from Baoqing made Mo Luo completely angry.

Cheng Wuben secretly set off with hundreds of carts and entered the control of the Taiping Army. The premonition has become a reality, and the Chu army has abandoned itself and turned to the Taiping army.

The people of Chu want to use themselves to fight the Qi State, Mo Luo understood this from the beginning, but with his defeat, all this has come to naught, they are going to abandon themselves to ask the Taiping Army, if all this comes true, then what are they?

A pawn that has no use for them and can be discarded at will.

Moro thinks highly of himself, and is especially angry that he is being used as a pawn.

"What should we do, King?" Bao Hua's tone was full of worry, "Now our food, they are one supply a day, once they turn against each other, they cut off the supply, we will immediately go hungry." The army has no food and is unstable, although there is not much now, but it can always survive, there is still a hope, once it is gone, I am afraid that it will collapse immediately. ”

"What should I do?" Mo Luo laughed cruelly: "The tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat." If they are unkind, do not blame me for being unjust. Grain, Baoqing Port is abundant. ”

With one punch, Mo Luo, who broke down half of the room, seemed to have his anger vented, and the person slowly calmed down.

"To grab food?" Bao Hua's eyes widened, "But Baoqing's Chu army has been guarding us, and the grain is concentrated in Baoqing Port, and the area they focus on defending is also facing us, which is clearly aimed at us." With our strength, we will fight hard, but I am afraid that there is no certainty. ”

Mo Luo was silent for a long time, "That's the case, instead of sitting and waiting, it's better to fight hard, win, we will play Baoqing, and if we lose, there will be no worse result than now." ”

"The king is right, fight with them, they begged us to come in, if it wasn't for the king to let them enter Baoqing, how could they have a chance to land in Baoqing, how could they have a chance to show off their might in front of us, fight!" The generals in the room roared one by one, these people were all heroes of the rivers and lakes, pursuing the creed that they would rather die standing than live on their knees, and they were all impassioned.

"From today onwards, two bowls of gruel per day will be changed to one bowl, and the food saved will be hidden, which will be of great use to me." Morlo Dao.

"King, two bowls of gruel a day, this is already the most limit, no matter how little, I'm afraid we will mess up first." One of the generals said in a low voice.

"Hold it slowly, tell them that soon, we will have food, and besides, those people on the periphery don't have to worry about them, but our core army can't mess up. Do you understand? These days, be ye attentive. ”

"Yes, yes!" Although they were puzzled, everyone still bowed down to receive the order.

"I'm going out for a few days, and when I'm not there, I'll be under the unified command of Bao Hua, just do one thing, that is, hold steady until I come back." Morlo Dao.

"Where are you going, my lord?" Bao Hua was taken aback.

"I'm going to find foreign help." Mo Luo sneered: "The Chu army is defending us, if we attack hard, as Bao Hua said, we may not be able to break the position of the Chu army." When he said this, Mo Luo couldn't help but think of the battle between Qianliushan and the Taiping Army, his tens of thousands of elites, did not capture a small Qianliushan, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and the blood flowed like a river, but Qianliushan still stood there proudly, this battle, unforgettable, that was the turning point of the Shuntian army from the extreme prosperity to the extreme decline, since that battle, the Shuntian army has everything not going well, fought a battle, lost a battle, and never won again.

Everyone looked at Mo Luo, they all didn't know why, does the Shuntian Army still have friends now? Looking around, it seemed that they had nothing but the enemy and a so-called ally with ill intentions.

"You all go down, everything I am discussing here today will rot in my stomach, and no matter how close anyone is, I can't say a word, if anyone violates this article, I will tear him up." Leaning back in his chair, Moro said coldly.

At night, Mo Luo was dressed in black and quietly walked out of the camp, he could plant spies on Baoqing's side, how could the Chu people not plant people on his side? Only more, maybe a few catties of grain, is now enough for a certain Shuntian Army soldier to willingly become a spy of the Chu people.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the light of the stars in the night, which was the light from the firewood burning in the shack, and Mo Luo disappeared into the night in an instant with a little tiptoe.

The dog is in a hurry and has to jump over the wall, the people of Chu, you will pay a heavy price for your treachery. He is not without foreign help, although at the moment, this foreign aid is still his enemy, but Moro is confident that the other party will join forces with him.

This person is Wu Xin's old department, Wu Ling, who joined forces with Wu Shixiong to attack him. In that infighting, Wu Shixiong died, Wu Ling was the last to escape because of the intervention of the Taiping Army, leading tens of thousands of subordinates to flee into the mountains, and now, their lives will not be better than their own, the same struggle on the edge of life and death.

Luo Yishui is still alive, which makes Mo Luo finally understand why Wu Xin died under the practice of blue sea and tide, which is the reason why he was at a loss for words, but now, all this can be explained.

If he hadn't killed Wu Xin by himself, the hatred between himself and Wu Ling would no longer exist at all, and the two armies, which were also struggling to survive, would have the possibility of cooperating.

Chu Jun was bent on dealing with himself, but he forgot the existence of Wu Ling, in fact, after Wu Ling fled into the mountains, there was no more news, but Mo Luo believed that food would also make Wu Ling crazy.

He didn't have the ability to defeat the Chu people alone, and he didn't have it himself, but when the two armies combined, everything was possible. (To be continued.) )