Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 222 The General Returns After a Hundred Years of Battle [12]

Bai Mo, who has blocked the system, has no idea that her system is now acting like a glass heart and plagiarizing Xiaobai's movements. She just wants to say: It feels so cool to be able to block the system!
Turn over the serf and sing!
She is finally not that little weak chicken who is slaughtered by others!One day she will know all the truth, including the truth about Yan Xi!
Bai Mo glanced at Su Chen who was silently by his side: "Let's go back."

"Yes."

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When Bai Mo escorted the food and grass to the southwest border town, he realized that the current situation was more dangerous than expected. There were only [-] soldiers in the city, and many of them were mobs temporarily recruited from the common people.But half a year of continuous war had almost exhausted all the food and grass. When Bai Mo and the others arrived, the soldiers and people in the city had reached the point where they could only drink a bowl of gruel a day.If food and clothing are not enough, where will the strength come from to fight?
"General Bai!" The leader of the guarding soldiers is a middle-aged man in his thirties, eight feet tall. He has been promoted and guided by a mighty general. Before Bai Mo went out to fight, Bai's father mentioned this person to her, saying His tenacity is unmatched by others, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep Mocheng under such a bad situation.

But even a man with this kind of heart couldn't help but have red eyes the moment he saw Bai Mo.

Bai Mo is here!

They have waited!
After half a year of hard work, they finally waited for reinforcements!

But when he saw that Bai Mo brought only 1 people, he couldn't help feeling depressed.

Although the food and grass are urgent, who knows if they can keep Mocheng, and how to deal with the [-] troops outside the city?
Is it really impossible to recover?

"General Mo don't need to worry too much, there are at least [-] soldiers from the Seventh Prince's side who will arrive soon, and they are still escorting some food and grass. Although there is a lot of food and grass, General Mo should divide them first, so that the people and soldiers in the city can eat We have enough food, we still have to make plans for the rest." Bai Mo comforted.

"What General Bai said is very true, Vice General Liu, go and assist Adjutant Su to arrange this matter." General Mo naturally knew that Bai Mo didn't want him to worry too much, so he told the people around him.

Su Chen looked at Bai Mo.

Bai Mo nodded.

After the two left, only Bai Mo and General Mo were left in the tent. Bai Mo blew the tea foam floating in the tea bowl, and he couldn't even get out the pot of good tea. This situation has really reached its limit. If If they arrive a few days later, the city will starve to death and become an empty city.

"You can say whatever you want, there are only two of us here now." Seeing General Mo's hesitant appearance, Bai Mo spoke first.

General Mo sighed: "Miss General Zhi is magnanimous, but Miss is the general and the commander in chief. How can the Seventh Prince lead an army of [-] alone? The Seventh Prince is so wise that he has to guard against him!"

The system, which was just released by Bai Mo and still can't figure out what's going on, scoffed at the words, how wise is it?Xuanyuan Wenrong?

Just kidding!
The person whose 403 has seen the most routines is the host, and the path that it has traveled the most is the host's routines.

In front of the host, does Xuanyuan Wenrong have the nerve to call him a wise man?

It's really Guan Gong who is playing big swords in front of him-the gangster is using the axe!
That Xuanyuan Wenrong is probably going to vomit blood from anger now!
403 thought with some schadenfreude that it was unhappy to be tricked by the host anyway, but it was much more balanced when it saw others being tricked by the host like it.

　Playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong corresponds to overestimating one's abilities! ! !
　　This is an allegory, so don't write it as a joke. . .

　　This is different. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)