In the winter, the night has already fallen, and there is only one white star in the dark black night sky. At this moment, in a mountain forest far away from Fengxian, several jackdaws hid among them and called low and strangely, occasionally a cold wind rose, one or two jackdaws suddenly fluttered their wings and flew out, screamed coldly twice, and then stopped on the branch in another place. The branches trembled slightly, and the leaves made a "whoosh" sound, suddenly like a heavy ghost, which made people tremble.

Listen carefully, you can hear the sound of the horse's hooves approaching in the mountains and forests, and then look, only to see a team of people and horses walking silently in it, the figure is light and steady, the leader is a man in a dark martial robe, only to see his lips pursed heavily, a pair of eyes as sharp as a sword, obviously handsome face because of the cold look and people dare not approach, like a round of cold moon, with a murderous aura.

At a glance, the entourage of the people riding the Western Regions horse, because of the soft cloth wrapped under the horse's hooves, the sound was minimized, and the people on the horse were also wearing black cloaks, and their demeanor was light, as if they were integrated with the deep forest under the night, making people unnoticeable.

When the group came to a valley, the man at the head gently pulled the reins, and the BMW under the seat immediately stopped spiritually, and the path mixed with dirt and stones was lit under his feet, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he silently raised his right hand. The person walking behind him suddenly understood, pulled down the reins, stopped where he was, and quietly waited for the man's order.

Faintly through the leafy woods, Han Zhen saw a little torch burning at the foot of the mountain not far away, and under the light of the torches, he saw the people patrolling back and forth with swords, as well as the tent on duty.

Han Zhen raised his head slightly, looked at the moonless night, then retracted his gaze, and coldly looked at the person behind him: "When?"

The Jinyi guard behind him experienced Mu Frame's slight drive to move forward a little when he heard this, and then said in a low voice: "It's just past the hour." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Han Zhen's lips curled coldly, and he turned to look at the people not far away, his eyes as sharp as eagles.

His Royal Highness the eldest grandson asked Ji Jian Zheng to accompany them, which was indeed very useful.

"Then wait a little longer. ”

When the time came, the fog that Ji Jian Zheng said was gradually rising, and it was a good time for night attacks.

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Thin snowflakes scattered scattered, one after another will be this barren mountains and mountains dotted more quietly, I don't know if it is too cold, the crow of the crow gradually rises and falls, faintly, adding a bit of poignancy and coldness.

Just after the hour, less than half a cup of tea, as Ji Jian Zheng expected, a heavy fog gradually rose in the mountains and forests, and the diffuse room was like a hazy and light veil, floating in the mountains and forests layer by layer, blurring people's eyes. And a formidable chill also rose, almost immersed in people's bones, and it seemed that even goosebumps could not help but rise.

Because the temperature at the foot of the mountain is even lower than that on the mountain, the air becomes fog when it spirals upward, so the fog at the foot of the mountain is a little thicker than on the mountain, Han Zhen's eyes tightened slightly, knowing that the time had come, he immediately raised his hand, and the Jinyi guards who were sitting on the horse were all in good spirits, and their eyes suddenly rose with killing intent.

"According to the original plan, we set off. ”

Han Zhen's deep voice swirled lightly in the air, and then dissipated into the floating fog, without a trace, and the centaurs who had just stopped here had already quietly walked towards the bottom of the mountain, and when they reached the appropriate position, the archers almost followed the order, and drew their sharp feathered arrows from behind them, and at the same time, their left hand had already raised their longbows and placed the arrows on them.

In a short period of time, everyone's movements were almost done in one go, and no one was slow to do this, thanks to Han Zhen's uninterrupted training every day since he took office.

Under Han Zhen's eyes, Jin Yiwei raised his hand slightly, and the archers all pointed their arrows at the foot of the mountain patrolling, their sharp eyes were like a leopard staring at their prey, and they would pounce on it with lightning speed at any time and bite the throat of the prey.

Under the subtle and neat sound, Mu Frame's hand was raised, and almost at the same time, a "whoosh" sound could be heard, and several arrows suddenly fired in unison, straight through the woods at a lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, a leaf was almost cut off by the arrow, and fell slowly, and the next moment, you could see the throat of the person that the arrow was directly targeting, as if you could hear the sound of the arrow "pounce-" piercing the throat.

Seeing the few people on patrol quietly fall to the ground, the second wave of archers was ready, and while they released their arrows, Han Zhen had already held the hilt of the sword tightly with the tiger's mouth, and then saw a cold light flicker, and the sharp sword seemed to have not been bloodthirsty for a long time, snatching out of its sheath, glowing with excitement and longing for murderous aura.

"Attack!"

As soon as Leng Ran's words came out, Han Zhen led a group of people straight down, and the people who were patrolling at the foot of the mountain were still in the fog before they could react, and suddenly heard the sound of approaching, and they were a little stunned for a while, until the sound of the BMW's snort suddenly rang in their ears, and a fast and cold blade had already slashed through their necks, making them stare in horror and fall under the horse's hooves in disbelief.

Until the patrol was silently bloodied, like the autumn wind sweeping leaves, and there was not even the slightest sound, Han Zhen immediately drove his horse and led the people to the destination of this trip.

After bypassing countless "blind eyes", Han Zhen and his entourage came to the "mine cave", because this place is in the recess of the mountain, and there is a closed stone gate at the entrance of the cave, and the green trees and vines outside the stone gate are connected, which is extremely difficult to detect.

At this tense moment, Han Zhen's always cold eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and he looked slightly sideways at the Jinyi guard beside him, and said, "You are also a good hand at secretly finding out such a secret place." ”

"Adults have won prizes. ”

Seeing the man's humble and arrogant response, the corners of Han Zhen's lips hooked, and he indifferently withdrew his eyes, and then opened the mechanism of the stone gate according to what Mu Jian said.

Only the sound of "booming" was heard, the stone gate shook slightly, and gradually rose in front of everyone's eyes, and when everyone reached Han Zhenlin to put his hand on the hilt of the sword, a beam of light shot out from the crack in the open stone door, and gradually shrouded out.

It wasn't until the entire stone door was opened that Han Zhen glanced at it coldly and vigilantly, and then cautiously led everyone to find the torches on both sides of the aisle and walked in step by step......

After turning through the labyrinthine corridor, Han Zhen and his party gradually heard the crisp sound of hammering iron, and everyone was in high spirits, and then quietly drew their sabers and quietly approached the source of the sound.

Until you reach the end of the aisle and pass through the stone gate, you will be amazed by what you see.