A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong had no objections and walked towards the car, intending to leave immediately.

However, although his mind was clear, his body wouldn't obey him. He was walking on a flat road, but his feet tripped, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Duan Fufeng quickly caught her, thinking she was also injured, and asked her with concern.

Wutong shook her head, and then cried out as she thought of the mouse whose fate was unknown.

The main force followed less than ten miles away from the three, and they soon joined them, heading together to Phoenix City.

With over 100,000 soldiers stationed there, they encountered no more ambushes on the road, and a few days later, they arrived at Phoenix City and stopped three miles outside the city.

Duan Fufeng was always cautious in his actions, and this time was no exception.

Upon arrival, they did not rush to attack. After all, Phoenix City's walls were so sturdy that as long as Lu Yisheng was determined not to come out and kept the city gates closed, they might not be able to break through the walls even if they fought outside for a month.

To win, we must coordinate from both inside and outside.

Select one hundred of the best soldiers to go through a side gate and, taking advantage of the shift change among the city's guards, force their way in and scout the city.

These hundred people were practically a suicide squad; they went there with no intention of returning. They carried carrier pigeons with them to ensure that any situation they saw could be promptly relayed to Duan Fufeng.

Duan Fufeng had already made preparations for their burial, and to bring them back to the southern border for a grand funeral.

But then they brought shocking news—Lu Yisheng had been captured and was being held under house arrest in the palace. The city was in chaos; they were preparing to seize the main gate and order their men to rise immediately and prepare to enter the city.

The news was so shocking that one couldn't help but doubt its authenticity.

However, Duan Fufeng repeatedly tested it and confirmed that it was indeed made by those one hundred people and could not possibly be fake.

So, Lu Yisheng is really being held under house arrest?

Who in the world today can imprison him?

Wutong remembered a name.

"It's Wenxin! Wenxin has been staying in the palace. With his skills, it wouldn't be difficult for him to catch Lu Yisheng."

Wenxin stayed in the palace because of a promise she made to Nanxing: to help him guard something.

Now that Nanxing is dead, Wenxin is naturally no longer bound by any constraints.

Very good!

After hearing her explanation, Duan Fufeng's doubts were completely dispelled, and he led his men to rush towards the main city gate to begin the attack.

Phoenix is ​​like a pot of boiling soup. The pot is sturdy, but the contents are chaotic and disorganized. It has a considerable army, but no one to lead it.

Duan Fufeng was also an extremely skilled warrior, practically riding the waves as if divinely aided.

They captured Phoenix City in just half a day.

The people all hid in their homes, not daring to show their faces.

The Central Plains army put up a weak resistance, with little effect.

The day after entering the city, the last Central Plains army was captured. Phoenix City, which they had been longing for and which felt like a heavy weight on their chests, was captured so quickly that it was unbelievable.

The Central Plains army has been captured, but there are still several thousand guards in the palace.

Wutong and Duan Fufeng led their men into the palace and arrived at the Qianyuan Hall, the palace where Nanxing had once held court. There they found many corpses lying on the ground.

The corpses had no gunshot or knife wounds, but all of them were bleeding from their mouths and noses, as if they had died from extremely severe internal injuries.

The palace remained magnificent and imposing, but its gates were tightly shut, exuding an unusual and dangerous aura.

Wutong planned to go in and take a look. According to the guards she had captured, Lu Yisheng was being held under house arrest here.

Is the person inside Wenxin? If not, could it be another nightmare?

Duan Fufeng stopped her and shook his head at her.

He drew his gun and took the lead.

Wutong felt a warmth in her heart and followed behind him. At the same time, she did not forget to be fully prepared, gripping her gun tightly. Behind her were hundreds of soldiers, each equipped with enough guns and ammunition. Even if a dinosaur rushed out, they would be able to hold it off for a while.

With a creak, Duan Fufeng pushed open the door.

There were no lights on inside; it was pitch black. Light shone in from the outside and fell on the carpeted steps, creating a rectangular patch of light and shadow.

A person lay sprawled in the light and shadow, hunched over, dressed in a plain long robe, with a head of gray hair disheveled behind his head, his wrists bound by ropes, the other ends of which were tied to a gleaming golden dragon throne.

Lu Yisheng!

Wutong and Duan Fufeng stepped over the stairs and went inside. Lu Yisheng heard the sound and turned around. His dim old eyes squinted as the light stung them, and he could barely make out their faces. His expression changed drastically.

Wutong quickly walked to his side and examined him thoroughly. He wasn't seriously injured, but he seemed listless and hadn't eaten for several meals.

Duan Fufeng, who had been following beside her, stopped three meters away, facing the darkness, as if looking at something.

Wutong walked over curiously, leaned against his shoulder, and glanced in that direction, then froze.

She could vaguely make out a figure standing there, and she recognized it by its shape and smooth head.

It's about asking your heart!

Wutong was overjoyed and grabbed the man's arm, pulling him close to her.

"Wenxin, I'm back."

The man was indeed Wenxin. His attire was no different from when she left, except that his skin was much whiter and he had no expression, making him look almost like a sculpture.

He nodded, glanced at Duan Fufeng, then looked away and said calmly:

"Congratulations."

Wutong asked impatiently, "Why did you arrest Lu Yisheng? What happened?"

Wenxin shook his head calmly.

“I heard that Nanxing had died in the southern border region. I figured you would probably attack the city, so I just grabbed him.”

Wutong couldn't help but chuckle.

"That was a really clever trick of yours."

Wenxin held the Buddhist prayer beads, placed one palm in front of his chest, and bowed gently.

"Now that you're back, I should leave. You can deal with Lu Yisheng as you see fit."

He was about to leave after he finished speaking, but Wutong wouldn't let go, grabbing his arm and asking:

"where are you going?"

"Return to Immovable Peak."

“You can’t drive, do you know how long it will take to walk back from here?” Wutong suggested, “Anyway, we’re going to leave after we finish here, so why don’t you stay and wait, and leave with us?”

Hesitant in his heart.

Duan Fufeng hadn't spoken until now, when he suddenly said, "You've done us a great favor, so it's only right that we give you a ride. Don't refuse."

The two have known each other for many years, but have only spoken a handful of times.

Wenxin looked at him for a long time before nodding.

"it is good."

Seeing that he looked like he hadn't washed or eaten for several days, Wutong summoned two soldiers and told them to take Wenxin to a palace to stay in, have a good meal, get a good night's sleep, and wait for the return journey.

Meanwhile, she and Duan Fufeng were not idle either. They took Lu Yisheng to the prison and interrogated him about the matter of Haoshan.

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