I became an NPC in Wuxia Paradise

Chapter 102 Only if it fails miserably
The bright moon hangs high.

Zhao Guo's army is stationed on the last line of defense - south of the Great Wall of Bailishi, on a hill twenty miles away.

Looking down from here, not far away there is a warning checkpoint with more than a dozen people placed here by the Qin State.

Lian Po, who was dressed in night clothes, stretched out his right index finger to lick his mouth, and lifted it up to feel the wind and direction.

Then he took off his useful two-stone hard bow from his back, tied the letter prepared in advance on the arrow,
After looking at the location, he shot an arrow at the Qin army's sentry post.

Seeing the feather arrow accurately falling into it, which caused a commotion among the soldiers of the Qin army, Lian Po ignored it, turned his horse's head and walked slowly towards the east.

With the full-scale offensive plan that Zhao Kuo formulated today, Lian Po knew that even if he did nothing, the victory and defeat would be [-]/[-], which can be said to be almost the same as a certain defeat.

But in the end there is still a [-]% possibility, Lian Po doesn't want any accidents, he has to erase this [-]% to be at ease.

What made him think this way was that in addition to bringing [-] reinforcements, Zhao Kuo also recruited many capable people and righteous men from the world, many of whom were also players.

Hearing that many people proposed to assassinate the generals of the Qin army, Zhao Kuo seemed a little tempted. It seemed that he wanted these people to do this before launching the attack, so that the Qin army would be left without a leader.

Lian Po knows that it is not easy to succeed in attacking and killing an enemy general, even for a martial artist.

But he also knew very well how capable the players were.

The privileges of various players, the props produced by krypton gold, etc., make those people unable to be measured by common sense.

Lian Po felt quite worried because of this.

If Zhao Guo wins if he is messed up by those players, then he will be out of luck.

Based on Zhao Kuo's attitude towards him today, if this man wins, he will definitely suffer more punishment.

Not to mention returning to the position of commander-in-chief of the first army, I am afraid that he may not even be able to keep his position as a partial general.

That being the case, Zhao Kuo must be defeated, and it must be a disastrous defeat!
When His Majesty the Emperor and the ministers of the DPRK know about it, the huge contrast between him as the coach and Zhao Kuo as the coach will bring out his benefits and resume his original position!
The letter he sent into the police post of the Qin Army was to remind the Qin Army that Zhao Kuo had brought a lot of people from the rivers and lakes who wanted to attack and kill your generals, so pay more attention to safety and send more people.

Lian Po was not worried about whether Qin Jun would just laugh it off when he received this unexpected letter from an unknown person.

This kind of thing is a serious matter. Based on his understanding of the Qin army's coach Wang Lu, he is a strict and conservative person who often prefers to believe what he does and not what he doesn't.

There are still many days before Zhao Kuo's scheduled attack date. This period is enough for Wang Lu to send people to investigate clearly, and then he will understand that what he said in his letter is true.

As long as Wang Lu's arrangements are made properly and the army will not be disrupted by these players, he has nothing to worry about.

As for Zhao Kuo's offensive plan, Lian Po originally wanted to write it together in the letter, but later gave up.

Few people know about this matter, and only those who discussed it in the Chinese army today know about it.

In case any player in the Qin army who cares about the country of Zhao gets this letter and brings it to Zhao Kuo to read, it will be difficult to explain the matter.

He was just demoted from head coach to sideline general today. Generally speaking, such a person would inevitably be dissatisfied.

At this time, Zhao Kuo saw such a letter, and he must be the first person to suspect.

Moreover, Lian Po felt that if someone like Wang Lu was too specific, he would make the other party think that this was some kind of Zhao Jun's strategy.

If Wang Yan was consciously smart and thought of doing tricks, it might bring some opportunities to Zhao Kuo instead, which is not what he wanted to see.

It's still as good as it gets.

Anyway, what he cares about is only those players who are people from the rivers and lakes.

As long as those people can't rely on their own martial arts, they can take the head of a general out of a million soldiers.

When the two sides entered into a melee of nearly a million soldiers, even if their martial arts were strong, what if they could kill ten, hundreds, or even a thousand?
It's just a drop in the bucket, and it will still be swallowed up by the chaos in the end!

After dealing with Zhao Kuo and those players, Lian Po didn't feel much relieved.

He still has a problem to solve, but he has not yet decided how to do it.

While thinking about it, he rode his horse all the way east, and stopped in front of a village about five miles south of the Great Wall of Bailishi not long after.

There were originally about a hundred families living here, but a few months ago, there was an encounter with the Qin army here.

In the fierce fighting, most of the village was burned, and the villagers were almost killed or injured.

The only remaining people went to other places to avoid disaster, and now the village is empty.

After tying the horse to a tree outside the village, Lian Po carried the dry food and water bag he had brought with him and walked towards the village while looking around to see if there were any traces of others.

Not long after, they stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard door.

None of the earthen walls around the yard were intact, and the gate was gone. In the moonlight, there were a lot of dry bloodstains in the surroundings.

Lian Po walked into the kitchen in the courtyard. Pots and pans were scattered all over the floor, and dead branches and leaves were everywhere. It was very messy.

He didn't even look at these, and went straight to a smashed pottery vat in the corner with only half of his body left.

Move the clay pot aside to reveal the stone bricks underneath.

However, unlike the other stone bricks in the kitchen, there is a fist-sized iron ring in the center of this three-foot-square stone brick.

Lian Po was not surprised at all that there was this iron ring. He had been coming to this place every three days recently, so he naturally wouldn't find it strange.

Holding the iron ring, Lian Po casually lifted up the half-foot-thick stone brick, seeing his empty posture, as if what he was holding was like a piece of paper.

Under the stone bricks is a deep hole. Because there is no light, it is so dark that nothing can be seen.

Lian Po did not go down in a hurry. He walked to the door first, took out a thin string with a silver bell hanging from his waist, squatted down and tied it to both ends of the door frame.

Later, the same treatment was done on the two windows of the kitchen.

In this way, when he goes down for a while, anyone who comes in will trigger the bell so that he can respond.

Using a fire stick to shine some light, Lian Po climbed down the wooden ladder under the stone bricks.

This place is the entrance of a vegetable cellar. For ordinary people, the size of three feet square is enough to easily enter and exit.

But Lian Po looked not young, and his body was still very burly and strong. When he got down near his chest, he obviously felt like he was going to be stuck there.

In fact, Lian Po was really stuck when he first came here...

Taking a deep breath to shrink his body a little, Lian Po climbed down smoothly.

He casually lit a candlestick in the cellar, and through the lighted candle, he could see that the place that should have been a vegetable cellar was gone.

Instead, there is a person.

A woman whose hands and feet are tied here with heavy chains.

(End of this chapter)