The road to immortality is difficult, bones build immortality

For a moment, the tunnel exit was filled with screams and the smell of blood.

The soldiers who had just experienced a big battle were extremely exhausted physically and mentally, and some still had unhealed wounds on their bodies.

Blood was still flowing, and they lay not far from the tunnel exit.

Panting, trying to regain some strength.

The wounded soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden attack, and some of them tried to resist;

But Qingchen had just confiscated the weapons in other names, and was already beyond his capabilities.

"Are you rebelling?"

Their bodies were cut open by the sharp blades of the soldiers of the Double Eagle Society.

Blood spurted out like spring water, staining the stone wall at the tunnel exit red.

The soldiers of the Double Eagle Society did not stop attacking, as if they had turned into ruthless killing machines.

There was only indifference and cruelty in his eyes, as if these soldiers were their enemies.

The movement of swinging the knife is quick and accurate, and every swing of the knife is accompanied by an arc of blood.

This sudden sneak attack lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

Until, the soldiers who had just experienced a big battle.

They all fell into a pool of blood, no one was left.

At this time, the tunnel exit had turned into a Shura field, with blood and corpses everywhere.

After Qingchen saw that everything had been taken care of, he coldly ordered the soldiers of the Double Eagle Society:

"Clean up the blood and bodies without leaving any traces. Then, block the entrance to make sure no one discovers what happened here."

The soldiers silently began to clean up the scene, moving the corpses away one by one, covering the blood and traces with sand and stones.

After everything was dealt with, Qingchen took the soldiers of the Double Eagle Society and ran towards the direction of the vanguard army at starry night.

Under the cover of night, Qingchen led the soldiers of the Double Eagle Society.

Quickly and secretly, he joined the three sentry horses commanded by his second brother Qingjie.

Outside the military tent of the camp, Qingchen walked to his second brother Qingjie.

The two stood side by side, looking at the vanguard camp.

In the night, the camp of the vanguard army was dotted with fire, like a sea of ​​fire.

"Second brother, is there anything unusual?" Qingchen asked.

Qingjie shook his head and replied:

"Brother, everything is as usual, no one noticed that you left. Moreover, the vanguard army did not move much, and their attack seemed to be relatively restrained.

It seemed that lives were being exchanged for lives and no large-scale offensive actions were taken. Moreover, the city lord's soldiers were twenty miles away and did not participate in the attack. "

He continued: "Brother, Niu Dali learned through inquiring about the news. The Pioneer Army seems to be on guard against some key and dangerous strongholds.

They seem to know the importance of these places, so they have strengthened their vigilance and defense. Brother, I always feel that this mountain bandit suppression thing is weird. "

After listening to Qingjie's words, Qingchen nodded and said nothing.

Later, Qingchen changed into night clothes.

Like a ghost, he cautiously made his way around from behind the vanguard camp.

When he came to the vanguard camp, he stopped.

He looked around to make sure none of the sentries could notice him.

Qingchen thought to himself, sure enough, a group of civilians temporarily recruited to serve as soldiers, the vigilance and sentry posts were too ordinary.

Simply, natural cannon fodder.

Taking a deep breath, Qingchen performed the gecko wall-walking technique.

His fingers seemed to have turned into suction cups, clinging tightly to the wall.

Then his body began to climb upward.

Qingchen's movements were light and fast, like a gecko swimming freely on the wall.

After a while, he successfully climbed up the wall of the vanguard camp.

Then, he took out a blood-stained cloth bag from his arms.

Qingchen hung the blood-stained bag on a flagpole in front of the Pioneer Army camp.

Then he put down a wooden sign with the words "Tomb of Zhao Erhe's youngest son" engraved on it.

The sun has not yet completely risen into the sky, and the camp of the vanguard army is gradually illuminated by a little sunlight.

However, yesterday's tranquility has been broken by sudden horror.

"Come on! Come and see!"

A soldier screamed, pointing to the bag hanging high on the flagpole, a look of horror on his face.

Other soldiers gathered around him one after another, their eyes attracted by the bag, and they felt something bad in their hearts.

After taking it off, when they saw the head exposed in the bag, the whole camp fell into a deathly silence.

That was the son of the city lord Zhao Erhe, with a bloody head and a distorted face.

There is a note on the head, and the writing is clearly visible:

"Dog Officer Zhao Erhe, take your son to sacrifice the flag."

"What...what is going on?"

A young soldier's voice trembled.

At this time, Mr. Wang, the captain of the Pioneer Army.

Hearing his confidant's words, his heart tightened suddenly, he turned around and walked out of the tent, heading towards the flagpole.

As he got closer, the uneasiness in my heart became stronger.

Seeing the head and the words on the note, his face instantly turned pale, as if he had been hit hard.

"How could this happen? The city lord loves his little son very much. It's over, it's over."

Lord Wang murmured to himself, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

He is a close confidant of the city lord.

We are well aware of Beimanshan's plan this time, but now the situation seems to be completely out of control.

The vanguard army was originally just to consume the power of some bandits, wait for the opportunity, and then attack in one fell swoop.

But what does this sudden change mean? "

"Order! All troops, get ready! Everyone, get ready to attack the mountain!"

Lord Wang shouted loudly. He was secretly anxious in his heart. According to the plan, Young Master Zhao should be on Beimang Mountain.

But at this time, Beimang Mountain sent Zhao Erhe's son to sacrifice the flag, which was undoubtedly a provocation and declaration of war!

"Inform the city lord of the situation quickly!" Lord Wang ordered.

The military tent of the government soldiers twenty miles away was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere at this moment.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the room.

A scout covered in dust, knelt on the ground, and presented an urgent war report with both hands.

The city lord opened the letter, glanced quickly, and his face became more gloomy.

Suddenly, the city lord's face was filled with blood, he stood up suddenly, and his body was shaking a little.

Then he slammed his fist on the table, shaking the pen and ink everywhere.

"Asshole! Kill!"

He turned around quickly and ordered the personal soldiers beside him:

"Pass on my military order, more than 2,000 soldiers will set out immediately, and must prepare as quickly as possible!

Throw away all the baggage and head for Beimang Mountain!"

The personal soldiers responded and left in a hurry.

The city lord did not give up, he called another messenger.

"You, ride the fastest horse. Rush to the vanguard army and convey my order to the vanguard army commander!"

Then, he wrote five bloody words on the paper:

"Bloodbath Beimang Mountain!"

The messenger took the order and did not dare to delay at all.

He jumped on the horse's back, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and he disappeared outside the door of the tent in an instant.