The prince is very cruel

After Guan Ning gave the order, at dawn when the sky was azure, the team set out in three groups and took their positions.

These people were selected from the nine tribes of Bashan, and the power of the Dragon Riders was not used. In fact, using the Dragon Riders is the best. They have been in closed devil training for more than half a year, and no one knows the current combat effectiveness of the Dragon Riders.

But Guan Ning felt that there was no need to use a butcher knife to kill a chicken. Once the Dragon Rider appeared, he would definitely kill him with one sword. Now he needed to hide his shortcomings.

At noon the next day, a series of human figures were lurking in the haystacks outside Feihong Road, motionless, like scarecrows, peering at the road outside.

Wow…

The grass swayed.

"Sir!"

"We received carrier pigeon messages from the other two teams. We are all ready." Someone approached and said.

Guan Ning nodded: "That's good, now just wait..."

Just as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed and he stared towards the end of Feihong Road, where figures appeared. First there was a carriage, and then more and more people formed a long queue.

There were a large number of officers and soldiers escorting the carriage on both sides, and the word "Yuan" was clearly written on its flag, which represented Ashina Yuanlie!

"Here it comes!" Guan Ning said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked, and their afternoon sleepiness was completely swept away. They all looked over.

"It's really here!"

"so many people!"

"There are over a hundred carriages here, and behind them... there must be two thousand soldiers!"

"hiss……"

Everyone was talking in low voices, their faces solemn. They knew there would be a lot of people, but they didn't expect there would be so many.

Guan Ning's eyes were burning with anger. He didn't care whether there were many people or not. All he cared about was food. If this batch of grain carts could be pulled back, it would be enough for all the refugees in Shu to eat for half a month.

He made a quick decision: "Quick, prepare for action!"

"Get on the mud!"

"Yes!" Everyone shouted in a low voice, stood up quickly, and opened the jars one by one. Inside were a lot of black mud, which gave off a smell that was not stinky, but extremely unpleasant.

Everyone followed Guan Ning and started to paint like crazy.

Hai Mei couldn't continue applying it, so she just helped to blow the wind.

In a short while, dozens of people were covered in mud and their faces could not be seen. At first glance, they looked like black people.

The grain-convoy in the distance was getting closer and closer, with carriages and horses swaying in an orderly manner.

On both sides were armored guards holding spears, and leading the way were about a hundred cavalrymen. The leader was wearing shiny armor and a basalt mirror. It was obvious that he was a military general of high rank, and there was pride in his eyes.

Looking at the back of the team, there were hundreds of infantrymen left, each of them fully armed, with sharp eyes, scanning the surrounding grass, alert to any crisis that might suddenly break out.

Guan Ning's eyes were solemn in the grass, and he could tell something was wrong.

"Be careful, these should be the main force of the Xiliang rebels, not just good-for-nothings."

"No one is allowed to show up without my order!"

"Yes!"

Everyone whispered and crouched down, not daring to be careless.

He kept watching and waiting for the enemy to enter the ambush circle set in advance. Everything was going according to plan, but suddenly.

"stop!!"

The grain escort officer, who was also the leading officer, suddenly shouted and pulled the reins.

Call...

Suddenly, all the carriages and war horses stopped and did not enter the ambush site, which made Guan Ning in the dark have a bad premonition.

"Master Muzhen, what's wrong?"

The leading officer narrowed his eyes, glanced around, and said quietly, "I always feel like something is not right."

"what?"

The captains were shocked and did not dare to be careless. They quickly looked around and even used knives to cut through the weeds on the roadside to check, but still found nothing.

"Master Muzhen, there is nothing."

"This is our army's controlled area. The imperial army wouldn't dare to infiltrate here."

The man named Mu Zhen was about thirty years old and had a scar at the corner of his eye, which made his eyes look particularly sharp.

"You never know. I've been through so many years in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. I'll know if there's anything wrong with it just by smelling it."