After being exiled, I took my whole family to farm in space

"Sister Chao Chao, you're back."

Mu Chaochao nodded, "Third brother, where is the palm oil?"

"The wind hasn't died down yet, it's not a good time to light a fire!"

"It's okay! I won't let the fire spread to the city."

"You go and bring it up." Ye Huaijue looked at the tired faces of the soldiers beside him and ordered a few people who had just come down from the city wall.

Mu Chaochao picked up palm oil and jumped out from the sky. The people on the city wall looked at her operation in surprise. The smell of palm oil scared away many Lingyue soldiers.

"The general is not good, it's palm oil, they want to light a fire."

"Are you crazy? If we light a fire now, the fire will spread into the city. Are you desperate and want to drag the whole city down with us?"

Others may not know, but the coach knows clearly that these soldiers are afraid of palm oil.

Sun Shangzhi looked up and saw a woman pouring palm oil in mid-air. He stepped back in fright.

"Is this still a human being?" No matter how good the martial arts skills of all the masters in the world are, no one can stop in mid-air and pour oil. This woman is Mu Chaochao.

"General! General!"

The pioneer woke up the stunned coach.

"I've seen it, retreat quickly!" Sun Shangzhi turned his horse around and ran away first.

"Everyone listen up, retreat." However, the wind is very strong now and the troops cannot be concentrated, so how many people can hear it?

"Okay! Give me the bow and arrow." Mu Chaochao stretched out her hand, and Ye Huaijue was already ready to hand it to her.

Looking at the few people running away in the distance, Mu Chaochao shot towards the farthest place first. The fire ignited as soon as it landed on the ground. As the strong wind blew towards them, screams were heard.

Mu Chaochao knew that they would evacuate, and the place to pour the oil was carefully planned. The five thousand soldiers of Lingyue who were being fed by the poisonous insects would be wiped out here.

As the fire was completely ignited, Mu Chaochao looked at the soldiers being burned alive below with a stern face. He secretly used his luck and spiritual power to control the wind direction while chanting scriptures for the salvation of souls.

Although these soldiers had been controlled by the poisonous insects for less than three months, they still had their own consciousness. Apart from the conspiracy and ambition of their superiors, they were all good men who defended their country. Mu Chaochao burned them and also saved their souls.

The people on the city wall looked at this scene with complicated feelings, some of them even had tears in their eyes. They were all soldiers, and they should die at the hands of the enemy. This kind of death was too tragic.

Ye Huaijue had given orders early on to explain the special nature of Lingyue's soldiers, so no one opposed this move.

While Mu Chaochao was chanting, he took an unlit arrow in his hand and shot it at Sun Shangzhi who ran out of the fire circle. The first arrow missed him, but the second arrow shot off his helmet, which scared him a lot.

The soldiers following Suo Shangzhi were also shot and killed by Mu Chaochao. In this battle, only the commander-in-chief escaped alive.

The fire illuminated the earth. Ye Huaijue raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mu Chaochao. This was intended to scare him.

She shot five arrows in succession, the last arrow injured her right shoulder blade. She had emptied the granary, and she wanted to see how they would turn the tide.

Mu Chaochao didn't stop chanting until the fire was out. He looked at the mess in front of him and sighed.

"The fire that killed Lingyue soldiers today will surely frighten other countries. We, Tianqi, will inevitably be feared and criticized by the world."

Even Cangyu had handled such a situation in secret back then. This incident will probably be recorded in history.

Mu Chaochao knew this very well. The ancients were buried after death. This inhumane act of burning people alive would arouse resentment among the people of Lingyue. However, these were all retribution for Baili Jin's sins.

Once Tianqi conquers Lingyue, it is inevitable that the people of Lingyue will have resentment. It all depends on what they do.

Mu Chaochao patted Ye Huaijue on the shoulder and said, "Third brother, history is written by the victors. Besides, this is also a fact. Let's clean it up!"

The war stopped, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sky became brighter, the wind and sand stopped, the city was cleaned up, and the people did not dare to talk about such a big fire, as if nothing had happened.

Sun Shangzhi fled back to the camp in a panic. He was still trembling when he was helped back to the tent by a soldier. Thinking of the person he saw in mid-air, he murmured, "It's not a human."

Other generals in the barracks rushed over and saw that their commander was in a state of unconsciousness, so they ordered a military doctor to be brought over.

"The general was shot in the arm by an arrow and was frightened, but it's nothing serious." The military doctor bandaged the wound skillfully.

"Frightened!" Several people looked at each other. They thought that the commander had been drugged. How could a veteran of the battlefield be frightened after going to the battlefield?

"It seems that only the general has returned." Someone spoke, and everyone immediately had a bad feeling.

After the military doctor calmed the commander down, Sun Shangzhi also regained consciousness. He looked at his subordinates who were waiting for news, put his uninjured hand on his forehead, and said tiredly:

"Our eight thousand soldiers were completely wiped out."

He had already fled far away on his horse, but Mu Chaochao's arrows could still hit him. Even a talented archer couldn't do that. No wonder the guardian was afraid of him.

"Quick, go check on the guardian and see how things are going."

Sun Shangzhi anxiously gave orders to his subordinates, but an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"General, something bad has happened." Four or five kitchen soldiers wearing bibs and holding spoons in their hands rushed into the military tent.

"No rules, what are you doing?" the general on the side shouted.

If they had been scolded in the past, they would have definitely knelt down and apologized, but now they were so anxious that they didn't care about anything else.

"There's no food in the granary, the bags are full of straw, and there are only a few hundred steamed buns left in the kitchen tent. The army is starving."

"Everything is straw. Who stole the food?"

"This matter needs to be investigated thoroughly. Hurry up and transport some grain from other granaries."

There are more than just 8,000 soldiers in the military camp. All the troops have been transferred here for this expedition.

Sun Shangzhi was still in a daze. The generals saw that he was injured and arranged their own affairs and went about their business.

An hour later, everyone returned to the commander's tent with a serious look on their faces.

"General, the granary in the west is filled with stones."

"The granaries in the east are full of chaff."

“There’s also straw in the south.”

There was not a grain of rice in more than a dozen granaries. Sun Shangzhi felt angry and had a premonition that God was going to kill him.

"How can someone replace all the food with these useless things without attracting anyone's attention?"

The grain and fodder were transported under strict inspection, so it could only be that someone replaced the granary later.

"Our granary was burned down a few days ago. I'm afraid it was at that time..."

Sun Shangzhi guessed something. They were worried that Mu Chaochao and Ye Huaichen would come to the border, but they had already arrived.

"General, let's go to where the Dharma Protectors are deployed. It's very chaotic there, with signs of a fierce battle. The Dharma Protectors are nowhere to be found."

"What? There is no trace of the Protector?" Sun Shangzhi stood up in shock.

He had heard Bai Fu mention Mu Chaochao and Ye Huaichen's skills many times, and he was afraid that they were in great danger.

Sun Shangzhi returned to the desk and began to write tremblingly.