Everyone was shocked, they thought that General Lu Xiao would refuse. This risk is too great, if you are not careful, there will be no return, and if you can't complete the mission, it will affect the entire battlefield.

The Despair Clan was the first to stand up and protest, they wanted to go with Yang Mo, even if the whole army was destroyed, they would admit it.

But their protests were met with reprimands and ridicule.

"Lu Tao, you are so self-aware, Mr. Yang said just now, too many people will only drag you back, you are afraid that you will not be able to help Mr. Yang anything, and it will cause chaos. Mo Zhan said indifferently.

"Mo Zhan, you are less yin and yang here, what are you thinking, don't think that the old lady doesn't know, don't forget, this is the battlefield, you'd better put away your careful thoughts. Sun Yuanyuan pointed at Mo Zhan's nose and scolded.

"What does Lao Tzu have in mind? Lao Tzu just said two words of truth. Miss Sun, on the contrary, you obviously know that the two of you are very affectionate, and you want to step in with one foot, I don't know what you are thinking?" Mo Zhan responded.

Sun Yuanyuan was furious: "Are you going to fight?"

The Desperate team stepped up together, and the pigeon team was not to be outdone.

"You have the ability, go to the battlefield and say that you will fight. Now that Mr. Yang has taken on the task, we cannot afford to be idle. Tonight is the first battle, and we can't do without it. Tearing the wind opened indifferently.

Without waiting for everyone to respond, the task is directly posted.

When Yang Mo came out of the secret room, the army had already begun to move, and tonight was a sneak attack, and the goal was to defeat the enemy with one blow.

The soldiers, many eyes turned to Yang Mo, and among these people, Yang Mo saw a very familiar face. Although it was a flash, Yang Mo still identified it at the first time, and that person was Li Ruhuo.

This king of killers is so powerful that he can blend into the army.

Afterwards, the special forces also changed their clothes, walked out of the room, and joined the large army.

The soldiers left one by one, and the originally crowded camp was deserted in an instant, and only Yang Mo was as leisurely as ever.

He sat on the wall, looking at Pingshan in the distance, but his mind was sketching out the route of action. He has to do more than just complete the task, but also not be discovered by others.

"Young master, you shouldn't have come here. A soldier walked towards Yang Mo and gave a standard military salute.

"Call me the young master, aren't you afraid of being beheaded?" Yang Mo turned his head to look.

It was an elderly veteran, with a somewhat old face and some scars looming under his clothes.

"I've spent my whole life on the frontier, and it's not so easy to be beheaded. Young master, you shouldn't come here, and you shouldn't show up with a swagger. You won't die here, but you'll have a lot of people paying for your lives. The veteran said firmly.

Yang Mo didn't speak, but looked away, and tears appeared in his eyes. He naturally understood the words of the veteran, once the two sides fought, someone would stand up and protect him. Perhaps, this veteran is one of them.

After a long time, he spoke: "I am your enemy, don't do rebellious things." Remember, you're a military man. ”

"The establishment of any regime is the fruit of rebellion. Young master, who is a rebel, we cannot discern and cannot make up our minds, but we will do it according to our hearts. After the veteran saluted Yang Mo again, he turned around and left.

Yang Mo smiled bitterly and set his eyes on the battlefield again.

It was not long before the light of the fire came from not far away, shining the night like day, and the roar of men and the neighing of horses were heard in my ears. The long border line, full of soldiers wielding knives and guns, has no end in sight.

Behind Yang Mo, several pairs of eyes were staring at him.

"It's much better to give him the toughest task and it will succeed, and the credit will go to me, which is much better than doing it directly. The commander chuckled.

When the waning moon stood on top of his head, Yang Mo rolled down from the wall and walked towards the battlefield.

After crossing the border, corpses appeared, lying on the ground, and there were still people who were not dead, lying on the ground and trying to open their mouths, but they could not make any sound.

Not far away, there are still people a**, and blood keeps spurting out of their mouths.

Ahead, the battle is still going on.

Yang Mo bent down, took a hat from the corpse, put it on his head, and smeared some blood on his face.

When he encounters an enemy who is not dead, he will make up for it. Along the way, his body was also stained with blood, and he was red.

A thousand meters away from Pingshan, Yang Mo stopped and hid himself among the corpses. Now, the guard has not left, he needs to wait.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came from behind him, followed by a bright silver needle stabbing towards him.

Yang Mo waved his hand suddenly, grabbed the man's wrist in mid-air, and kept the silver needle out of his clothes.

The hand was unwilling to be controlled, and suddenly strengthened. The strength of the other party was surprisingly large, and Rao is Yang Mo had to fight again. The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, and at this moment, the hill near Pingshan was flattened, which finally alarmed the guards on Pingshan, and a large number of soldiers descended the mountain in the dark.

Seeing that the hand couldn't use brute force, the silver needle in his hand actually rotated, and then flew out of his hand, heading straight for Yang Mo's heart.

"Good guy, I can't see it, but I judge it so accurately. ”

Yang Mo no longer showed mercy, grabbed the silver needle with his other hand, and stabbed it fiercely towards a corpse.

The hand finally stopped moving, and after a few seconds, it shrugged down weakly. And Yang Mo's palm was marked with blood by a silver needle.

Yang Mo hurriedly pressed with his hands and squeezed out a little blood. With his knowledge of aliens, these people are bound to apply poison to their weapons, and if you're careless, then unfortunately, they're sure to surprise you.

A minute later, Yang Mo moved the body away, revealing the owner of this hand, the logo on his chest, which was a general. At this moment, the silver needle is being inserted in the heart.

"Being seriously injured and being able to give me a fatal blow, I don't think I'm a nameless. Yang Mo sighed, and his heart couldn't help but become worried.

The tragic death of a general with such strength shows how fierce this battle was. Now, it is only a prelude, and it has not yet entered the white heat.

Regular battles are all sneak attacks, one-sided killings, and then the other side reacts and conducts large-scale melee, and finally one side Mingjin withdraws his troops. And in a sneak attack, it is rare for a general to be killed.

Yang Mo carefully examined the general's corpse, except for the silver needle, there was a very peculiar thing on his wrist. It was a prismatic sign, half the size of a fist, flattened, it didn't look like a weapon, it didn't look like an ornament, it was very strangely tied to the arm. And this thing, Yang Mo has never seen before.