"How did the soldiers gather together during these days?" Miao Buyan was standing in a mountainous area. It was noon. There were countless local soldiers in the southern Xinjiang in the valley burying pots and making rice, and smoke was rising. Shamaeri stood beside her. At this time, more than ten days had passed since the last five villages discussed together. The five major villages were all busy. After Miao Buyan sorted out the matters within the church, he went out to see the deployment situation in various parts of southern Xinjiang. The first stop was chosen to be the north and see the side of Shamaeri.

"The situation is still smooth." Shamaeri replied, "The nearby soldiers and soldiers were secretly drawn and gathered in the valley. It is estimated that it will take about ten days to complete them all, and the time is still sufficient."

"Not enough." Miao Buyan said seriously, "March is fleeting, has no one in the court asked?"

"I asked." Shamaoli replied, "I told them that the leader was determined to resist the Han Dynasty, so he acted like this to better cooperate with the court in the future. Several Yuan and Mongolian officials were quite happy."

"Hmph—" Miao Buyan smiled, "Let them go, let us do our own things, and they're 'happy'."

"How are you preparing for other things?" Miao Buyan suddenly turned around and stared at Shamaoli seriously.

"It's also very smooth. Please help me." Shamaeri understood in his heart, and he let go and said, "Please".

Miao Buyan nodded, Shama'eri retreated from his left and right, and the two of them hurried to an inconspicuous cave thirty miles away. After entering the cave, they only saw the five masters of Yanying Village guarding him with a few masters of high-level cultivation. When they saw Miao Buyan and the others came, they immediately stood up to salute.

Both of them did not respond, but went directly through the crowd to the bottom of the cave. When they reached the end of a deep cave, they saw that a piece of the abdomen had been hollowed out. There were torches standing in the middle, as bright as daytime. Many masters wore thin ropes on their faces and covered their mouths and noses with towels soaked in herbs. The ground in the middle was carved with two huge magic circles echoing each other. A fat black beetle was tied into the magic circle. The beetle was at least four or five people in size, brown and black all over. There was a pair of very hard sharp claws on their heads. The eight hands and feet under them were nailed to the ground by the master. It was so irritable that it wanted to break free, but it had no choice but to send a wave of red light on the upper and lower magic circles, suppressing it alive.

The cave was very hot, which originated from a large copper stove in the corner, with a fire below, burning a large pot of boiling boiling water. From time to time, the cup master walked over with a wooden spoon and scooped it on the beetle's butt. The beetle was scalded and screamed, and the scalded carapace opened. The cup master walked over and cut the flesh with a dagger full of runes. The fishy blood overflowed. The cup master reached in and took it for a while, and then took out a ball of sticky round things. They actually put a lot of insect eggs into the pre-prepared clay jar, and they poured it into the clay jar, which was filled with medicine soup, and after it was packed, it was sealed, and neatly piled up in the corner of the wall.

Shamaeri and Miao Buyan also covered their mouths and noses with the towel handed over by the next master to avoid being stinky and stinky. The two walked into the magic circle and looked down at the beetle's head with eyes. Its body was quite large, taller than everyone, but its head was very small, almost touching the ground. The beetle's eyes showed an angry murderous aura. Shamaeri didn't seem to be in mind. She stepped on its face with one foot, bent down and reached out to break it, pulled off a fishy black teeth from its mouth, and handed it to Miao Buyan's eyes. Miao Buyan looked at it and nodded. Shamaeri threw it aside. The two walked out to wash their hands with medicine soup, and returned to the outside of the cave.

A refreshing mountain breeze blew, blowing away the fishy smell on his body. Shamaeri asked worriedly: "Is it inappropriate for us to do this?"

"What's wrong?" Miao Buyan didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"The methods are a bit too ruthless." Shamaeri asked with some concern.

"Are you cruel?" Miao Buyan asked, "Han cultivators call the wind and rain in the sky, and Master Yuanmeng moved mountains and filled the sea in the army. Can we compare them with them? They are also fighting for courage and ruthlessness. What rules are there to say that they can only make trouble and rain, and not let us cause bloody storms? They are also killing people, but they have their means and we have our strengths."

Shamaeri was still a little worried: "I am worried that we have no room for death, which will deepen the hatred between the two sides. If it causes a death battle, both sides will not be worth the loss."

"Who said we were going to fight to that point?"

"Huh?" Shamaeri was a little surprised. "Then why should we use these methods that are hard to go back?"

"You will understand." Miao Buyan smiled, "Uncle, don't look at me as young as I am, but there is one thing I have learned more deeply than you elders. There is only one truth in this kind of war, that is, the bigger the fist, the more reliable it is. This is a bloody experience I have obtained from traveling around the world over the years. You will know what I mean in the future."

"I won't talk about this." Miao Buyan changed the topic, "We should do the same for the court's documents and so on, so don't let them doubt it. However, I have ordered the church to reduce the number of relief to the court's soldiers every day. Just use the excuse of insufficient supplies as an excuse. I will give them more. You can speed up the time and time is tight. I am going to see the situation in other villages."

"Okay." After both sides said goodbye, Shama'eri frowned when he looked at Miao Buyan Fei's figure. He was really not sure what the young leader wanted to do. He just wanted Haidan to be there, but Haidan was left in the main hall to deal with more important things. After all, Nanjiang hoped not to be destroyed by this. But this woman was very strange. Why was she not old, but she was so vicious? What did she experience in these years?

In fact, Miao Buyan knew that relying on the five major villages alone was far from enough to integrate troops. If the Baizhong School wants to regain its neutral autonomy, it must let both Mongolia and Han sides see the powerful strength of the Baizhong School. That is, the essence of the crow and surrender technique that has been passed down for thousands of years since Zhuang Zhuang, so that the heroes in the world will not dare to attack southern Xinjiang. So not only here, but at this moment, the crow masters from all over the southern Xinjiang are preparing in full swing. For example, near the Biyu Village station of the Baizhong School, some left-behind Biyu Village masters dragged out large fishing nets from the Panlong River, and many big fish were covered. These fish had thick skin and rough flesh, about two feet long, and Kong Wu was powerful.

The horns on their heads were still not honest when they were trapped by the net, and they rushed to each other wildly to relieve their anger. The left-behind Master of Tanzhu Village came over with many bamboo cages. There were many sluggish blue-feathered birds in the cage, squeezing together to keep warm. However, these big fishes were so scared that they smelled the smell of these blue birds on the shore that they were scared and used brute force to break free from the iron rope fishing net. The masters dragged them mercilessly, stepped on their bodies with their feet, pried open their big mouths with iron rods, stuffed the blue-feathered birds one by one, and then threw them back into the water in groups. The big fish swam all the way to the big rivers and rivers in southern Xinjiang in horror.
Chapter completed!