Berserk God of War-Chapter 142: Deploying One Hundred Thousand Troops

The moment Mo Yang saw Sikong Jing, his anger disappeared without a trace, not even a droplet to be found.

His first thought was, "Ghosts!"

His second thought was, how is he still alive, how could he possibly have survived among millions of Xia Country’s troops?

His third thought...

In fact, there were no more thoughts; his mind had become completely chaotic, thundering incessantly.

The whole courtyard quieted for a moment, and except for Sikong Jing, everyone looked at Mo Yang in confusion.

Finally, Duan Chun was the first to react, quickly asking, "Lord Mo, are you alright?"

Naturally, Duan Chun didn’t think Mo Yang had been frightened to his knees by Sikong Jing; he thought it was due to his old age, suddenly causing his legs to give out.

And Duan Chun’s voice immediately startled Mo Yang, who tried to stand but couldn’t muster any strength, his legs really had gone weak. He could only say in a hoarse voice to Duan Chun, "Help me up quickly."

Not daring to delay, Duan Chun promptly helped Mo Yang to his feet.

"Gurgle..."

Staring at the smiling Sikong Jing in front of him, Mo Yang swallowed his saliva, suddenly feeling too embarrassed, and made an effort to say, "You actually survived, but isn’t it quite boring to be alive alone?"

Mo Yang’s mind raced, prepared to provoke Sikong Jing first to reclaim the dignity of the moment he had kneeled.

Considering the tragic death of a hundred thousand soldiers, Sikong Jing would definitely feel extreme sorrow, especially since if he and Fan Zhong’s three hundred thousand troops had gone in to rescue them, no one would have died.

After speaking, Mo Yang eagerly anticipated Sikong Jing looking up to the heavens and weeping.

Just then, Old Zhang and Ah Hu along with other generals also came out, "Deputy Commander Mo Yang, we meet again."

They too, like Sikong Jing, were smiling at Mo Yang.

And although Mo Yang did not recognize everyone, he still remembered Ah Hu, Old Zhang, and a few other key figures.

With a plop sound, Mo Yang almost kneeled down again, but luckily this time Duan Chun firmly stopped him.

Suddenly, he roared, "Impossible, how are all of you still alive?"

Even if Sikong Jing had been incredibly lucky to survive, facing millions of Xia Country’s troops, how could suddenly hundreds of people have survived, let alone possibly even more?

Sikong Jing shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Actually, every single one of us survived, naturally including the people from Jin Sect."

Suddenly, Mo Yang’s body trembled, and he nearly lost control of his bladder.

Sikong Jing wasn’t the most terrifying; the big figures of Jin Sect were, who would kill their own.

At that time, Fan Zhong and he did not enter the city to save people, even though the Great Shang Emperor Order weighed upon them, but if the big figures of Jin Sect wanted to kill them, it would be effortless.

Yunzhou was a frontier state, comparatively much weaker than the other major states.

All was lost; this was a complete disaster!

"Mo Yang, why don’t you kneel again, and I will let you go?" Sikong Jing said light-heartedly.

Mo Yang’s body trembled again, however, Duan Chun fiercely shouted, "Criminal, do you dare speak to Lord Mo like that, have you grown tired of living?"

In Duan Chun’s eyes, knowing only Mo Yang and the son-in-law of the Su Family, one was in heaven, the other on earth.

Moreover, this son-in-law of the Su Family, was just a criminal.

And no sooner had he spoken, Mo Yang subconsciously looked towards Duan Chun, ominously asking, "What did you call him? Is he that same son-in-law of the Su Family who was married off by the Lord of Yunzhou?"

"Yes, does Lord Mo not know?" Duan Chun replied.

Smack!

The very next moment, Mo Yang slapped Duan Chun away and roared at him, "Why didn’t you say earlier, why didn’t you tell me his name earlier, were you trying to get me killed?"

He was furious. Just when Duan Chun had come to him, he had desperately talked about the criminal son-in-law of the Su Family.

And naturally, he did not associate Sikong Jing with that criminal son-in-law.

He had heard that the Su Family’s criminal son-in-law was miserably crippled, and, being from a criminal record, he could not possibly become the Commander of Yunye City.

The Su Family was not small, and Mo Yang certainly did not think there was only one son-in-law.

It turned out to be the same person, if Duan Chun had spoken earlier, Mo Yang would have never come.

Lying sprawled on the ground, Duan Chun covered his face, and answered in confusion, "I, I didn’t know his name."

If Duan Chun had always been in Yunye City, he might have known, but those not from Yunye City only knew of a criminal son-in-law in the Su Family, never bothering to learn his name.

"You bastard..." Mo Yang was on the verge of exploding.

At that moment, Sikong Jing’s ethereal voice arose: "Mo Yang, let’s have a proper talk first."

Trembling slightly all over, Mo Yang, looking pale, faced Sikong Jing and swallowed before saying, "Everyone, leave."

Though he was an old ruffian, having made it to the position of Deputy Commander in Yunzhou Battle Mansion was no feat for a fool; he knew Sikong Jing had lured him here for a purpose.

In a blink, the aides who came with him all left.

In the courtyard, Mo Yang was faced only with the Su Zhenglong couple, over a hundred soldiers from Yunye City, and Sikong Jing.

As for Duan Chun, he was being dragged into the courtyard by Ah Hu.

Mo Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly chuckled, and asked, "Brother Sikong, I wonder what I can do for you?"

Instantly, his attitude changed drastically by one hundred and eighty degrees.

It stunned the Su Zhenglong couple, who saw sycophancy written all over Mo Yang’s face.

"It was I who personally killed Duan Chengshan..."

As soon as Sikong Jing’s words fell, Su Zhenglong’s eyes widened, while Duan Chun, being dragged away, seethed all over...

But before Sikong Jing could finish, and before Duan Chun could go mad, Mo Yang interrupted, "Brother Sikong must be joking. The City Lord of Yunye, Duan Chengshan, clearly died at the hands of bandits. How could it possibly be you who killed him?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Chun was immediately stunned, his eyes wide open.

The Su Zhenglong couple also exchanged a glance, their mouths wide open.

"Even if the Jade Emperor himself came, Duan Chengshan would still have died at the bandits’ hands," Mo Yang emphasized strongly, then looked towards Duan Chun and ominously said, "And the Young City Lord of Yunye can also die at the bandits’ hands."

After speaking, a hint of murderous intent floated from Mo Yang towards Duan Chun.

In an instant, Duan Chun broke out in a cold sweat, and involuntarily screamed, "No, my father’s death has nothing to do with the Su Family."

After these words, Duan Chun was dragged into the courtyard.

Seeing this, Mo Yang’s face showed even greater sycophancy: "Brother Sikong, is there anything else this old man can help with?"

His heart thumping wildly, all he wanted was Sikong Jing’s forgiveness. The big shots from Jin Sect would surely not come to kill him, as they owed Sikong Jing a huge favor, even a life debt.

"This criminal is still quite unwell," Sikong Jing spoke again faintly.

Mo Yang trembled slightly but did not hesitate to wave his hand, "Of course, Brother Sikong has never recovered completely."

Finally, Sikong Jing voiced his true intention, his eyes intense, "In Yunzhou City, I want to station a hundred thousand troops. I wonder if you can arrange that?"

Upon hearing this, both the Su Zhenglong couple were stunned, and Mo Yang also widened his eyes in disbelief.

Stationing a hundred thousand troops, what was Sikong Jing planning?