The army went to the front line, and there were many fewer people in the camp for a while, except for a few soldiers who patrolled back and forth, and the camp was quiet, and it was precisely because of this tranquility that the fierce fighting on the battlefield ahead, the sound of swords colliding, the neighing of war horses, and the exciting shouts of soldiers were even more earth-shattering.

The soldiers on patrol seemed to be accustomed to these patrols and were still calm and vigilant.

From time to time, the wounded in front of them were brought into the camp, and the blood of the wounded on the stretcher fell and mixed in the mud, and the road leading from the camp gate to the wounded doctor's tent had been dyed red, and the air was filled with gunsmoke and the smell of blood.

"Yun'er, my brother, they should be fine," Ling Churou stood at the door of the camp tent and asked worriedly.

Chu Yun'er pursed her eyebrows, her dark eyes looked at the gate of the camp as if she was out of focus, in fact, she was the first time to come to the battlefield, and it was also the first time to witness the cruelty of the war. The terrain of the Foggy Mountains is dangerous, and it is difficult for the enemy to attack them."

At the foot of the Foggy Mountain, in front of the battlefield, a ** Beiming soldier was still running forward towards the Foggy Mountain, blood and corpses could be seen everywhere, and the foot of the mountain was like a slaughterhouse full of stumps and broken bodies.

On a high mound behind the enemy battlefield on the opposite side of the Foggy Mountains, a tall black steed was sitting on a man in a white robe and black man, this person was wearing a purple and gold crown, thick eyebrows flew obliquely into a wisp of green silk hanging down from his sideburns, his deep black eyes looked indifferently at the battle situation ahead, and his fair face was also rare in the world.

A faint anger climbed up his eyebrows, and his indifferent black eyes looked at the foggy mountains opposite, without the slightest mercy for the corpses in the blood river at the foot of the mountain, the two sides have been facing each other for half a month, and they still can't attack for a long time, if they can't attack it today, how can he get Chidan.

Hatred gnawed at his heart like a bug, and even though his heart had long since stopped beating, he still couldn't forget the nightmare he had three years ago.

Back then, when he learned that Wan Yichen, the enemy general who had repeatedly outperformed him, was killed by traitors and was about to die of poisoning, he was so happy that he sneaked into Xiyue alone, and it took great pains to find out the route of Wan Yichen's return to Beijing, just to see the remains of this old enemy, Beifeng Mountain, he finally found the carriage carrying Wan Yichen, but he never saw the poisoned Wan Yichen, just when he was curiously observing the blood-colored lawn covered with weeds, a few unkempt madmen rushed out of nowhere, and he was bitten by holding him down, and he was stunned for a while, The blood was losing little by little, and he still remembered the bone-eating pain.

He became a blood-sucking monster inferior to humans and ghosts, and only fresh blood could allow him to eliminate hunger and maintain his body, and remorse and anger tortured him for three years, and he intensified all his hatred on Xiyue Kingdom.

He has been silent for three years, and today, he not only wants to capture the Foggy Mountains to obtain the Red Dan, but he also has to drive straight into the West Yue Shengdu, as long as he wins the Red Dan, it is to dominate the world.

Under the horse, the gray robe of the Northern Netherworld Master was pale, he looked at the man on the horseback with trepidation, today is a heavy loss, the defeat is decided, I hope His Royal Highness can show mercy, trembling and said: "Your ...... Your Highness, you might as well stop today, our army ...... Our army has suffered heavy losses, it is better to ......"