After hearing this, the two hurried back to the conference room.

The fighting in the north intensified, and communication between the Ministry of Communications and the troops in the north was repeatedly interrupted. Guan He is also busy in the Guozheng Hall. In the conference room of the Ministry of Military Affairs, a picture screen was showing the situation on the Sanskrit side. Everyone was staring, and it was a good moment. Ya Qingshan trembled at this time, and the green tendons in his temples were exposed. Yaya's body was crumbling, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were bitten out of blood.

"Did you hurt him?" a faint voice sounded in the ice field.

"Who? your little man or someone else? I've hurt a lot of people. A mean voice came from a thick throat, and the man's words were jerky and slurred.

"Northern Tang and Northern Hell. Sen Leng's voice sounded again, and Fanyin's back appeared on the film and picture screen. Stiff, jagged, motionless.

Immediately, there was an arrogant and unrestrained laughter on the other side of the film and picture screen, laughing as if he was about to vomit: "Who are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly?" Immediately after, there was another string of wild laughter: "A bedbug's cheap life, I will die if I get a little saliva on the weeds, I didn't let him drink it for me, it's already cheap for him!" Fanyin's eyes turned red, and his stiff body couldn't stop shaking, and he inhaled heavily. "But don't worry, I'll send you to him, and let you make a pair, a pair, a pair, or something? How do you say the bugs? A pair of outlaw bugs!" "You're worthy of a bedbug!" the man said.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the screen, as if the solid ice had been hammered and cracked. Immediately afterward, the sound seemed to come from the joints of the bones, which made people's eardrums numb and tremble.

A ghostly roar burst out from the depths of Sanskrit's chest! The resonance was thick and low, shattering the cold sky, echoing in the air, like a wild beast. "I'm going to kill you!" said Sangin slammed into the enemy.

"Wild ghosts!" Ya Qingshan shouted loudly with his eyes wide open, and slammed himself up from his seat. At the same time, he was not the only one who stood up in shock, Leng Yi also slammed into the table, stood up on the ground, and shouted at the same time: "Wild ghost!"

I don't know when, there was a silent extra person at the door of the conference room, standing there, fluttering, as if his feet were not touching the ground. Everything that had just happened on the screen was captured by him. I saw that the man's face was cold, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his fists were clenched.

"Minister!" Yan Tong looked back and said in surprise.

Two days ago.

Beiming received treatment from Ya Qingshan, fell unconscious in the hospital bed, and saved his life. The situation in the north did not give any of the soldiers on the front lines a moment of respite.

White snowflakes gradually covered the second screen of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and fog rose at the top of the southern part of the Beth Mountains in the north. The images from the second detachment led by Mu Cang became more and more unclear. Beitang Musi sat in his position and had not spoken for a long time.

"Mu Cang, pay attention to the direction of your route, the fog is getting bigger and bigger. Finally, North Don Musi spoke. After a long time, the other party came with a "Okay." "Northern Tang Muxi calculated, this road is the only way to the northern Mirror Moon Lake.

At noon, soldiers came in to deliver food. Beiming, Yan Tong, Bai Puffi, and Ya Qingshan are all absent. The others didn't touch the dishes and chopsticks. Mu Xi pondered for a moment and said, "Let's eat quickly." ”

Suddenly, I heard a sizzling sound from a communication device next to Muxi, and the sound did not come from the film screen, but from the Ministry of Military Affairs' own communication equipment.

"Adjutant General, I'm Sanskrit, can you hear me?" It was the fifth Sanskrit voice who spoke, and her voice was choppy and extremely unclear.

"Fanyin, I'm the deputy general, what's the situation on your side?" Beitang Muxi immediately replied when he heard the voice. After a long time, the sound of Sanskrit no longer came.

In the distance, after determining the location with Mu Cang, Fanyin continued to run in the vast forest, sea and snow fields, and almost reached the middle of Bess Mountain at noon. According to the time calculation, Mucang has crossed the southern part of Beth Mountain and advanced to the north.

The closer you get to the depths of the mountains, the deeper and denser the forest becomes. Although it was already noon, Sanskrit looked up and could barely see the sun. The trees are towering, covering the clouds and the sun, and looking at the mountains, the forest is gray.

Sanskrit stopped, took out the compass, and discerned the direction. The snow has been getting thicker and thicker for many years, and there has long been no road, and the snow has not passed the bare feet of Sanskrit. The compass in Sanyin's hand rotated, and the red pointer quickly pointed in the direction of the north.

Sanskrit quickly put away the compass and moved on. After days of running, Fanyin's spiritual power was consumed very quickly, but at this moment, she didn't dare to delay for a moment, she looked down at the roll bag in her hand, and the spar was quite stable.

After a little further northerly, the Sanskrit sound stopped again. The light in the forest is getting darker and darker, and the direction is becoming more and more difficult to discern. In this way, Sanskrit sounds stop more and more often, and the time interval becomes shorter and shorter. Until the end, Sanskrit sounds have to stop almost every five minutes to determine the direction.

This time, there was not even the last pillar of light in the forest. The dense sweat on the tip of Sanskrit Yin's forehead has gradually seeped out. She took out the compass again, her palms covered with sweat. The compass opened, and the situation she expected still appeared, the compass failed, the pointer swayed wildly in the compass, and Fanyin's heart sank.

The darkness of the forest, the shadows of the towering dense nets, can't help but make people a little panicked. Sanskrit froze and looked at the compass again, completely dead.

She felt that she had taken a few steps and looked up, but she couldn't see the top. Sanskrit Yin leaped vertically, climbed the trunk of the tree, stepped five steps in a row, saw that the soles of the feet were solid, and took dozens of steps in succession, stepped on the trunk, and jumped to the top of the tree. After running about 100 meters upward, Sanskrit gradually felt that the trunk of the tree was shaking, and it was almost to the treetops. A Ling Yue, the Sanskrit sound fell on the top, the tips of the toes tapped the tips of the branches, the branches were slightly bent to inhibit her figure, and the Sanskrit sound body was neat and light, like a silver needle.

When Fanyin looked again, the mist was so thick that she couldn't see anything, as if she was standing in the clouds. Sanskrit was calm for a moment, raised his hand and threw it into the sky, and several Ling mirrors flew away. I originally thought that Ling Jing Bafang could help him identify the direction, but who knows, although Ling Jing stopped in the sky, at this time, the radius of a hundred miles was already covered with mist. Sanskrit's heart gradually hanged.

In a few moments, she fell from the top of the tree, her feet touching the ground, and she plopped down, and the snow was thick enough to cover her calves. The mist slowly sank, and the forest was about to be covered by the miasma.

"Zuoling, can you still clarify your location now?" Sanskrit Yin sent a message, waiting, time passed, no one answered, Sanskrit Yin said again, "Zuoling, do you hear me? "It's been a little while, and no one has responded.