Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

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Outside the farm.

A large number of players were horrified, looking at the farm devoured by the flames, confused.

They couldn't understand why it was fine a moment ago.

The next moment, even though Black Wind Village hadn't arrived, the farm exploded and self-ignited.

The tasks on everyone's panels went gray all at once, determined as failures.

"Damn! I just went offline to take a piss, and when I got back online, the task had failed. This is too hard!"

"Don't mention it. I was just squatting with a big number, heard the granary blew up, didn't even stop to wipe, and rushed here. Whom do I complain to?"

"Looks like there was a mole among the reinforcements who entered the granary earlier, planted by the Black Wind Village Chief. How vile!"

"Look, why does it seem like that side is also on fire, with smoke rising!"

The players gathered, exclaiming and pointing towards the southern gorge.

At the entrance of the gorge, thick smoke continuously billowed outward, visible hints of flames in the distance.

At the same time, a small black speck flew out from the gorge entrance, quickly soaring skyward.

"It's the Black Wind Village Chief!"

"Why is he there, and why did he set the gorge ablaze? Could there be stored grain in the gorge too?"

"It must be. A cunning rabbit has three holes; there might be more than one place for storing grain."

Seeing this scene, the players were even more disheartened and depressed, feeling once again played by this NPC, the Black Wind Village Chief.

All along, they had not realized that the grain was stored in more than one place.

In the end, they hadn't discovered it yet, but this Big Boss-level NPC had set both places ablaze.

Can we still play this game happily? It's too damn difficult.

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Inside the camp, General Jing Shen, disguised as an ordinary soldier, stared at the rising smoke to the south, tears streaming down his face. His whole body trembled as if gripped by malaria, his legs turned to noodles, and he cried out.

"It's all over! It's all over! I... I have failed the trust of the Emperor, I have failed the Emperor!!"

Saying this, Jing Shen's face turned red, and he spewed a mouthful of blood, collapsing to his knees.

A confidant beside him rushed forward to try to support him.

But suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared, and Jing Shen quickly plunged the blade into his abdomen, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the Demon Hawk flying south, blood staining his white beard, with a tragic smile, "Black Wind Village Chief, having such a hero is Song Country's fortune! This General... accepts and admires wholeheartedly!"

Slash—

The blade cut sharply, blood splattering, hot blood spilling onto the ground.

Jing Shen's eyes widened, his high head slumped down, his erect spine bent, as his confidants cried out in sorrow, taking his own life.

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Whoo—whoo—whoo—

The long wind roared, bringing with it the thick smoke from not far away, with the scent of burnt corn and the smell of roasted taro.

"Hiss—let these two fires be my first gift to Song Country, to Yue Fei!"

Jiang Dali took a deep breath, savoring the flavor of the grain in the air, secretly lamenting.

War is sin.

Yet those who grow food may not be guilty.

Food itself is innocent.

But those who burn food are guilty.

However, this is war.

This is also the Martial World.

The intertwining of blood and fire, the collision of interests and camps, who can dictate the Martial World?

The black cloak behind Jiang Dali fluttered in the wind, his eyes radiant as he glanced at the tumultuous camp in the distance, then at the burning false and true grain depot, feeling the panel reverberate, he couldn't help but smile faintly.

"This game lacks the sense of balance; this village chief only feels it dull!"

Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng, beside him, didn't know how to respond, feeling that these words were a bit...

Yet compared to the now successful situation, even though Jiang Dali's words were somewhat irritating, he indeed had the qualification to say them.

They even had a lingering question in mind.

How Jiang Dali could be so certain, given that the captured prisoners had not confessed, that the grain depot in the western city farmhouse was fake?

Without such certainty, Wang Yuyan wouldn't have followed his instructions, writing a secret letter to lead enemy reinforcements to the western city farm.

Reflecting now.

Every plan, every step of Jiang Dali was devised with foresight.

It's as if he anticipated the outcome of the final plan from the start.

From initially organizing the four of them, to harassing the enemy for two days, killing over a thousand foes, and finally burning the enemy's grain and annihilating the reinforcements.

Such wisdom and methods, even Lu Xiaofeng, known in the Martial World as a renowned detective, deeply admired and feared...

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(Seeking monthly and recommendation tickets! Writing 5,000 words is exhausting. I'll add more during the day, still 100 monthly tickets short for the extra burst update activity)