The mountain rain comes like a girl's unrestrained love, regardless of the grass and trees in the 100,000 mountains. Thick dark clouds obscured the moonlight. The rain was pouring down on the tent, playing a beautiful and inviting music.

The tents are like groups of bulging mounds, standing quietly in the night, there is a dim yellow through the cracks, if you look closely, there is a cup of tea, a cigarette, a frowning man. There seems to be no reason to lose sleep on such a rainy night, with the moist air, the cool breeze, the approachable scent of the earth, and of course, the scent of tea, and the smell of nicotine.

The man sat in the tent speechlessly, did he roll up his sleeves and look at his watch, looking at the world outside the tent, in the dark mountains of 100,000, every moment of life was completed. Natural reincarnation is the rule of the world, and just as we need to respect the elderly, the natural world of four billion years of longevity is also worthy of our reverence.

"It's time, I hope I'm right." The man took one last sip of the leftover tea that had cooled, and opened the tent door and walked into the drizzling rain, where his companions were waiting for him.

"Sister Tang, do you think anyone will really pass by here?" It was Su Haihari who was asking, and at this moment he was huddled under the thick rain cloth, his voice trembling slightly, maybe nervous, maybe excited.

"When did your brother Feng miscalculate?" Tang Mengli has an almost superstitious worship of Feng, she believes in every word he says, the IQ of the son of Qianmen is far beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the sophisticated computer-like analysis method gives Tang Mengli the right to believe that what he says must be the truth. Miss Tang touched the camouflage color on her face, thinking in her heart whether such an ugly dark green color would stimulate her delicate skin, but what she said was: "Be careful when you fight for a while, don't always rush to the front." Somehow, she always likes to treat this boy who is not much younger than herself as her own brother, but whenever there is danger, she always protects this little man.

"Don't worry, Sister Tang, I'm a high-priced old man." It is a little ridiculous for a boy under the age of twenty to call himself an old man, but the craftsmanship of Gao Maimen is by no means absurd. Su Haihari could see that the button on the collar of the blood-drinking shirt was not fastened fifty meters away, and he could also feel that there were thirty-seven heart nails in the left pocket of Sister Tang's pants. It's his talent, and as the best of the highs, he's a ghost on the battlefield.

Drinking blood was hidden behind the most abrupt boxwood, and his dragon teeth were attached to his chest to exude a trace of bloody aura, which undoubtedly inspired the deep fighting spirit in Drinking Blood, he was actually eager for a passionate battle. Therefore, when the contemporary Jun Chip said the arrangement of this raid, he was the most active. In fact, as one of the commanders of the coalition forces, he should not have risked his life, but unfortunately, as a swordsman, he still prefers to speak with strength.

The location of the raid was also selected by Dai Jun, and he swore that there would definitely be an enemy passing by there tonight, and no one asked why, perhaps because he was also curious about Qianmen Gong in his dreams, why the enemy appeared in such a place without warning, because this is not a high ground, nor is it a stronghold of the enemy, or even a dangerous place for soldiers to fight, just an ordinary gentle slope, and there is no end in sight to the road below.

However, drinking blood knows that the reason why Kaede chose this place is not because of how important it is, but because the road under his feet is the only place to reach the base camp of the coalition army. In other words, Dai Jun was sure that someone would sneak attack tonight, and he was going to fight a wave of ambushes here. But why? Even if it rains tonight, even if the journey is tiring, how can he be sure that the enemy will attack tonight?

Dai Juntiao has his reasons, and he is too lazy to ask after drinking blood. He still likes to be a knife hand, honestly drawing the knife, taking out the knife, and putting away the knife. Instead of studying all kinds of war reports and formulating all kinds of plans like a strategist, this is a matter of civil affairs and has nothing to do with him. As a martial artist through and through, he appreciates bloody battles more than the battle of wits and courage of the staff officers on both sides.

Drinking blood turned up his luminous watch, at three thirteen, according to Kaede's speculation, at half past three, someone would pass by here, and his task was to send them to Huangquan.

At 3:27, a team of vague figures appeared at the end of the road, black cloaks, black goggles, and large black weapons, like a team of warriors from hell, breaking into the yang world from the gate of the underworld and harvesting life to their heart's content. It's a pity that they don't know that what awaits them is not the lamb to be slaughtered, but the elite of the entire Huaxia martial arts.

"Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-five." Drinking blood silently said in his heart, "Confirm the target, thirty-five people." In the order of attack, the Suomen swordsman is the first echelon, the Tangmen disciples are the second echelon, and the Shaolin Wudang disciples pay attention to the sealing. Gao Mai and the thieves are on standby. "There seems to be something wrong with things, only thirty-five people dare to sneak attack the base camp of the coalition army, could it be that the people in the Afterlife Gate are all master-level masters of the rivers and lakes? Looking at the movements of these people, it is not like that, as a master, drinking blood can clearly feel the rich but not pure murderous aura on the enemy's body.

"Why can Gao Mai and the thieves be the reserves?" Su Haihari pouted dissatisfiedly, how could he drink blood is the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, according to Feng, "Even controversial orders must be carried out with all their might, and there is only one commander on the battlefield." "Well, the reserves are the reserves.

Jing Mu and Dr. Mo were on standby a hundred meters away from the battle site, and they set up a small black tent, where there was a hastily built field hospital, and the field taxi of the Void Rat was parked next to it, and his mission remained the same, ready to meet the wounded on the battlefield. Doumu Hedgehog was also incorporated into the medical team, which is enough to aggrieved the descendants of King Kong, there is no way, the logistics are already weak, and it would be terrible if someone attacked him.