Chapter 167 Seized Treasures

The sudden scene shocked everyone present.

Who is this person?

Daring to even strike the General.

And it seems they killed the General.

"You... who are you?" Due to Chen Mo wearing their clothes and arriving alone, the rebels temporarily did not take him for Song soldiers.

Seeing he hadn’t been recognized, Chen Mo simply continued his act.

Made up a few lies.

Said that guy had long betrayed them to the Song Army.

Proclaimed he was ordered to kill him.

However, the opposition weren’t fools either. There were still Zhang Ping’s personal soldiers present who, after close observation, said: "Don’t listen to his nonsense. He’s not one of us. Kill him."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding rebels dropped their work, picked up the knives and spears from the ground, and surged towards Chen Mo.

"Was my acting not good?"

Chen Mo muttered a word or two, then clapped his hands hard, and the crisp sound echoed loudly.

While everyone was puzzled.

"Kill!"

"Brothers, kill for me!"

Flames ignited, and a loud roar surged from the rear.

Nearly two thousand soldiers, charging out together under the cover of night and firelight, seemed like tens of thousands of troops.

Although the rebels here weren’t ordinary insurgents, they were no match for a real army.

Thus, upon seeing so many people charging forth, they thought the main force of the Song Army had arrived — otherwise, how had no one reported when they got so close?

For a moment, they were scared senseless.

But blood from their comrades splashing on their faces woke them up, and they began to resist.

However, since arriving at Duanbei Mountain, they had been constantly moving treasures and hardly rested — hardly able to compete with the Song Army now.

Plus, the Song Army had formed a battle array to charge.

With their morale low, realizing they were no match for the Song Army, the rebels began to retreat and fled in all directions.

A rebel elite attempted to cut the chains connecting the two banks, seeing this, Chen Mo directly activated the Red Sun Bell and smashed it hard.

With a "bang," that rebel elite was directly smashed and flew off the cliff.

"Quick, throw these treasures into the river. If we can’t have them, we can’t let those oppressive Song soldiers have them either."

A rebel shouted loudly. He appeared to be a strongman among the rebel army, lifting a large box and throwing it fiercely down the cliff.

Upon hearing his shout, other rebels followed suit, those unable to lift the boxes opened them directly, grabbing treasures inside to throw down the cliff.

"Courting death."

The Heaven and Earth Lose Color technique unfolded, with Chen Mo’s realm heightened, the range it enveloped grew larger.

At this moment, this entire clearing turned into black and white.

The strange change made everyone’s faces change, they felt their movements slowing down.

During this, Chen Mo quickly made his move, shifted position, and flickered in front of the rebel strongman, Eight Desolates Prison swept in, the air covered affected all rebels around huge.

And the strongman rebel bearing the full force of Eight Desolates Prison felt like a giant mountain crashed into him, feeling all his bones break at the same time.

Scarlet blood spurted from his mouth, he was knocked off the cliff.

Seeing the exposed treasures before them, both rebels and Song soldiers were crazed with their eyes.

With so many gold, silver, and jewels laid out, who wouldn’t be tempted?

The fighting power of the Song Army instantly strengthened a lot.

They figured that as long as they wiped out this rebel army, the treasures before them would be theirs.

Whereas the rebels were terrified of poverty — with boxes previously holding them they couldn’t see, they could restrain themselves.

Now with boxes opened one after another.

Even with their lives threatened, they had to grab handfuls of treasure to stuff in their arms and run.

But the only exit was blocked, where could they run to?

...

...

The battle raged from midnight till dawn, the shouts gradually quieted down.

Except for those who jumped off the cliff, their fate unknown.

The rebel army was completely annihilated.

Of course, the force Chen Mo led also suffered significant casualties, nearly a battalion was lost.

Chen Mo was covered in blood, sitting on a large box, gasping heavily, the sword in his hand had curled up its edge, and he carelessly tossed it to the ground.

The remaining Song soldiers started clearing the battlefield and sealing the leftover treasures.

During the sealing process, Chen Mo clearly saw someone taking advantage of sealing to stuff treasures into their arms.

But he didn’t expose them; after all, this money wasn’t his, it ultimately would be submitted to the National Treasury.

Might as well let them take a little.

Suddenly.

He saw a soldier holding a hairpin, that soldier looked left and right, saw no one watching him, and was about to tuck it into his chest.

"You, come over here." Chen Mo called him.

That soldier hesitated and looked around.

"Don’t stall, I’m talking to you." Chen Mo stood on the box and pointed at him.

Realizing he was being called, the soldier’s body stiffened like he lost a benefactor, and walked over, lips trembling: "Sir... Sir..."

The words didn’t form a complete sentence.

Chen Mo jumped down from the box, wrapped an arm around his neck, and led him into the darkness.

The soldier’s back broke into a cold sweat, thinking he was about to die, hurriedly said: "Sir... Sir, I didn’t mean it, please... please spare my life."

Speaking, handed the hairpin to Chen Mo.

The hairpin was made of jade; although Chen Mo didn’t understand jade, he could tell it was of excellent quality, much better than the hairpins he had given Xiao Yunxi and Ye Wanqiu.

Noticing no one followed, Chen Mo stopped walking and said: "Do you know what that is?"

The soldier, already frightened, was begging for mercy on his knees, couldn’t hear Chen Mo’s words.

As he kowtowed, treasures slid out from his chest.

Chen Mo: "..."

Soldier: "..."

"Ahem, just don’t let it happen again, go on now."

Said this, Chen Mo acted like he saw nothing, bypassed him and left.

As for the hairpin he took from the soldier, Chen Mo tucked it into his own chest.

Returning to the open space, watching those still secretly stuffing treasures into their arms, Chen Mo coughed without directly pointing out, saying: "That’s enough, hurry up and set traps to guard against enemies from the city."

"Understood."

Hearing Chen Mo’s words, everyone retracted their third hand, sealed the boxes one by one, and began to set up traps.

And Chen Mo borrowed the chains to fly across to observe the other side of the river.

As he guessed, they’d already relocated.

Probably fled when the fighting started on the other side.

But couldn’t have escaped quickly, after all, carrying so much treasure.

But now Chen Mo couldn’t pursue any longer.