Don't be tempted, sir

Song Xiaoyuan was kept in the military camp for several days. He was said to be entertained but was actually being guarded.

"Master, it seems Yan'an is not in a hurry. He is having a great time drinking and having fun every day in this camp!"

"Is there any news about Deadpool in the capital?"

"Replying to Pavilion Master, I received a letter not long ago saying that Song Xiaoyuan has been in the capital, and the memorials intercepted on the road were indeed written by him. There has been no letter since then!"

"How long has it been since you received the letter?"

"Half a month!"

Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes and realized something was wrong.

Song Xiaoyuan said early tonight that he wanted to rest, and went back to the tent to blow out the lights and then there was no more movement. In the middle of the night, the battalion commander led the soldiers to light the tents, and looking at the blazing fire, there was no cry of Yan An who was burned by the fire: "Not good!"

"Someone, go look for him! He must still be in the camp!" Suddenly the camp was brightly lit up. The chief officer Wu Gao stood up and was about to light the candle beside the bed when Chi Yue pressed his neck from behind.

"Leading the way in treason is a crime worthy of death!"

The candle in Wu Gao's hand fell to the ground along with the head with eyes open and fear in its eyes.

Song Xiaoyuan got the military token and left the camp. The soldiers saw him and surrounded him. The battalion commander came and said, "Yan'an, hand over the state seal and I may spare your life!"

Song Xiaoyuan stood in the crowd, waving at him with calm eyes. The battalion commander walked closer with a swagger: "Why? There is no point in trying to please me now..."

Chiyue cut the battalion commander's abdomen in half, and blood immediately gushed out.

Song Xiaoyuan raised the military token in his hand: "Listen to the order, and wait for orders at the station."

A few people who were dissatisfied said: "Yan An, as a prefect, you have no right to manage the military camp!"

Song Xiaoyuan stopped and said calmly: "Any objections?"

"Yes! What qualifications do you have to issue military orders!"

Song Xiaoyuan ignored him and walked away. The four battalion commanders were dissatisfied and rushed forward to grab the military token. One of them raised a long knife and wanted to kill him. Song Xiaoyuan turned sideways without looking at the person behind him, twisted his wrist and pierced the man's abdomen with the red moon: "Same words, stand by at the station!"

The three of them spoke timidly: "Zhizhou, you..."

"Stand by, a new officer will come to manage the military camp." After saying this, Song Xiaoyuan left without looking back.

Arriving at Lingxiao Pavilion in the city, Ah Wu stepped forward to report: "Sir, there is no movement inside."

"How long does General Zhao have to walk?"

"One day, sir, do you want to transfer troops from the camp?"

"No, the camp has been thoroughly defeated."

"Then! You won't come with Ling Xiao Pavilion?"

Song Xiaoyuan climbed through the window: "You go and support General Zhao." Although he gave the order, he didn't know whether they would disobey it together. At this moment, he was truly isolated and helpless. The accompanying shadow guards were all in the mansion to protect Shen Yining.

Awu was worried, but he couldn't delay any longer, so he rode out of the city to meet Zhao Chongtai.

General Zhao asked for permission and rushed to Dianzhou with Zhao Jinmo, who was on his first expedition. He rode on the official road and said, "Father, the temperature seems to have warmed up a lot."

"We are almost in Dianzhou! Whoosh~"

Many arrows were shot out from the woods on the official road. A group of people stopped their horses to block the arrows, and then they fought in a melee. Zhao Jinmo was also brave and was not afraid to fight in the crowd.

"Sister, I will never embarrass myself!" Qizhu is about to marry the prince. As a younger brother, he must support his sister to save face. He is not afraid and will not be scared!

Song Xiaoyuan arrived at the pavilion, but it was empty. The man sitting on the stool at the top of the pavilion said, "You are really capable. You are worthy of being able to fight for three days and three nights. But... I don't believe that you can fight alone today!"

Chiyue hadn't fought for a long time, and his eyes were cold and fierce: "Zhang Wei, where can you escape to? There is no place for an organization like yours to stay in the world!"

Zhang Wei stood up and said, "Whatever you say is right, Yan An, Song Xiaoyuan, why didn't I think of it? After drinking with you so many times, I thought we would be close friends, Song Xiaoyuan!" Zhang Wei walked to the window and turned over to go out.

Song Xiaoyuan followed him out. Deadpool had been waiting by the window for a long time, wanting to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Wuying turned around and went out through another window, and was not hit by the sword.

Fighting with Zhang Wei in the city, the early-rising merchants avoided and returned to their houses. Song Xiaoyuan was careless, but Zhang Wei couldn't stand it and roared at both sides: "Are you all dead?"

Suddenly many shadows rushed out, pulling Zhang Wei and Song Xiaoyuan apart. Zhang Wei ran back: "Capture him! I'll take Song Xiaoyun!"

After swallowing a pill, he rode out of the city. Song Xiaoyuan had no desire to fight. Blow the whistle! Xuan Ji ran out, mounted his horse and chased out of the city.

All the way to the suburbs, Zhang Wei laughed crazier and crazier, stopped his horse and looked at the dead group behind him, and said ecstatically: "Song Xiaoyuan, let's fight again! It's a pity that I didn't go last time."

Tan's eyes were deep as he held the red moon tightly and rode his horse straight to the crowd.

Zhang Wei's eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and he was excited by the drugs: "Don't move, I'll go first! Hahahaha"

He raised his sword and rode his horse to fight. The swords collided with each other making a sharp sound. At this moment, Zhang Wei was extremely powerful, and the swords trembled and he shouted with joy.

Song Xiaoyuan: "Youming Pill."

Zhang Wei rode back to attack again, slashing with his sword. Song Xiaoyuan bent over and raised his sword to scratch Zhang Wei's calf, but he didn't seem to feel any pain! He became more excited and tangled in a fight. After fighting for a long time, the morning light passed over the cliff. Song Xiaoyuan's right hand was injured and stained his sleeves red. Blood dripped along the red moon, but he was still calm.

Zhang Wei was also injured a lot. He was sober now and stopped moving forward: "Go ahead, his hand is injured. Whoever captures him alive will be rewarded!"

A group of deadpools came forward, Tan Mou was full of amusement, and after several fights, the effect of the drug wore off: “Youming Pill, it’s interesting.”

A group of people rushed forward, Song Xiaoyuan blew the whistle, Xuan Ji neighed and ran into the crowd quickly, unstoppable like a raging wave. His front hooves stepped over the crowd, and he kicked many deadpools away with his tail, and came to the crowd, approaching Song Xiaoyuan who was fighting.

Zhang Wei looked at the brave animal and said, "And the horse! Capture it alive too! Ah!"

Song Xiaoyuan bent down and narrowly avoided the cut-throat sword. The red moon in his right hand slid from his back to his left hand and caught it steadily. He pulled the rope with his right hand to mount the horse and looked down at the black mass of deadpools under the horse. Because of the bondage, he didn't like fighting. At this moment, he was a little irritated and his eyes were gloomy. As his right hand tightened the horse rope, blood dripped. Xuan Ji stood up and stepped on the deadpools under his feet. Fight! The battle is about to start!

The right hand that was holding the horse rope was covered in blood, but it did not affect the performance of the left hand at all. Little did people know that Song Xiaoyuan was better at using his left hand than his right hand!

The red moon in his left hand wielded freely, with the momentum coming like a rainbow, extremely powerful. He nimbly dodged the sword like cow hair, slashed the throat and vital points one after another, and the blood sprayed by Deadpool splashed, dyeing the black Xuanji dripping blood as soon as it moved.

In the morning, before the sun had penetrated the fog in the mountains, the sound of weapons fighting and horses neighing reached the valley, and the villagers were so scared that they reported it to the police. The officers and soldiers came to the mountains and passed through the fog. What came into view were piles of black-clad corpses. As they walked forward, the sound became clearer. When they saw a man, he immediately swung his sword and made fast and deadly moves! He moved sideways and his sword was light and agile.

Song Xiaoyuan turned around and saw the soldiers speaking coldly: "Go to the city gate."

Although the man on horseback had blood on his face, it was still clear that he was the prefect: "Yes, Lord Yan! Go, go, go, go quickly!" The three officers and soldiers were also panicked and did not dare to stay any longer. They turned around and left. How could Deadpool let them go!