Even though he knew that this trip was extremely dangerous, and the slightest carelessness would risk his life, Ling Luo was still reluctant to really kill the silver-faced man who had half the possibility of Xiao Ziyu.

Put the small porcelain vase in her hand into the sleeve tube and hide it, Ling Luo's eyes were calm and tranquil with a faint fierce edge, this time she went to the Jinyu military camp to find out the news, no matter what the result is, she must retreat from there, just because the current Ling Luo is related to the life and death of the entire Fengcheng, so everything must be done with the safety of many people first.

The military camp of the Jinyu army was placed dozens of miles away from Fengcheng, and the neat and orderly camp tents were arranged in order, showing the careful and meticulous handling of affairs by the main general.

In the past, Ling Luo also sneaked into the Jinyu military camp once in the dark night, at that time she didn't know what Xiao Ziyu's true identity was, but he covered up her whereabouts in front of everyone, this incident only happened a few months ago, Ling Luo still remembers it very clearly, and now the revisit of the old place still made her heart that she thought was as silent as a well.

The dark night is the best setting for the hidden breath figure, Ling Luo was dressed in a night suit, sneaking in the dark night very smoothly, without alerting any guards, all the way straight to find the familiar tent.

Is that him? Is it really him?

Ling Luo's heart shook like a war drum thundering, and all the chaos in his mind was Xiao Ziyu's figure, and that person's smile was as clear as if he had drawn it on drawing paper.

This camp tent, which did not have any ornate decorations, was exactly where Xiao Ziyu, who Ling Luo had infiltrated last time, flashed a hint of brilliance in his eyes exposed beyond the black veil, and his body stiffened and paused for a long time before entering the tent like a cat again.

It was already dark at night, there were no lights and candles in the tent, and a heavy curtain cut off all the noise and noise outside, but the space was not very spacious but it was very quiet.

Although it was pitch black in the tent, Ling Luo could roughly distinguish the direction where the things were placed after getting used to it for a while, and she still remembered that the last time she came in, Xiao Ziyu was bathing in the small cubicle inside, and at this time he should have been sleeping soundly in the inner room.

Ling Luo tiptoed to the fur-paved simple desk, took out the fluorescent stone that had been prepared earlier, and used the faint fluorescence to check the things on the table.

On the table is a map of Syracuse, charcoal is carefully drawn, and the various fortress levels are clearly marked, so that people can know the military status of each city at a glance, and on another piece of paper, the methods of attacking each place are all written in square, the words are sharp and to the point, quite the style of a general.

This font Ling Luo looks very familiar, calm and powerful, it is the handwriting of Xiao Ziyu that she is familiar with, but what surprised Ling Luo is not just the handwriting on this paper, but a cinnabar line on the map that goes directly to the royal city.

Ling Luo originally thought that Jinyu's immobility was just to force Fengcheng to a dead end, but he didn't know that the master general had actually used so much effort behind his back, and he had actually mastered the shortcomings of all the cities in Syracuse in such a short period of time, and he could really be called a war wizard who used soldiers like a god.