The color is thick, and it is already the second watch, and several blurry black shadows that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye are floating like ghosts. Suddenly, they stopped not far from a large tent embroidered with gold thread, and looked at the soldiers guarding the tent, and several dark shadows quietly dispersed, and they approached

At the mouth of the tent, not far from the two garrison soldiers, he took out a small bamboo tube and blew arrows from his waist bag, and brought it close to his mouth, and silently, the slender flying needle shot into the necks of the two garrison soldiers, and the two soldiers just felt an itch in their necks, but they didn't do much

It's just that after a while, the already sleepy head became even more dizzy.

Seeing the heads of the two garrison soldiers gradually drooping, Li Cunzhi in the dark nodded to the two teenagers beside him, and then the two teenagers were short and crept to the two soldiers, and after confirming that the two were asleep, they headed towards Li Cun who was not far away

Chi, made a gesture.

Li Cunzhi walked into the big tent, listening to the snoring bed, his eyes flashed with cruel light, he untied the black cloth bag from his waist, and grabbed a > from it, and he grabbed it

Seven-inch > > T by chance, or someone deliberately. No one can say anything about this, but it's just one

Panic is inevitable.

In several other camps, when the other people in the Thirteen Taibao Middle Land heard the news, they all thought of Li Cunzhi at the same time, and only this gloomy brother and the ghost ninja team under his command would like such a trick.

Looking at Lin Fengshuang standing in front of him, Li Ang smiled. "Do you want to ask me if I sent someone to do it?"

"I heard from Gulen that he gave you a list." Lin Fengshuang looked at Li Ang with a light smile, and frowned slightly, "Overnight, three people died on >+|" at the same time. Lin Fengshuang was a little worried, Li Ang's murderous reputation in the desert was too terrifying, and this was sudden

The three people who died, it was really easy for people to think of him.

"Don't worry." Leon looked at Lin Fengshuang and smiled at her, knowing that she was only worried that his actions would make the Uighurs hate him. Maybe it will lead to a mutiny, "What you're worried about isn't necessarily a bad thing." ”

looked at Li Ang, who was smiling. Lin Fengshuang's eyebrows furrowed, she really didn't understand why her husband would do such a thing in isolation, even if the title of the Ghost Divine Guard Four Hundred Orphans was comparable to the current Wind Chime Iron Rider, but he did it like this

It's too risky.

"Fengshuang, which side do you think you are from now, Uighur or Great Qin." Leon stood up. He pressed his hands on his wife's shoulders and asked quietly, "If you had to choose a side, which side would you stand on?" ”

Looking at her husband's calm gaze, Lin Fengshuang's face was as resolute as iron, "No matter what, you are my husband, and it is a matter of course for a wife to stand on her husband's side." ”

"Wind and frost, thank you." Li Ang suddenly hugged Lin Fengshuang. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for. He looked at Lin Fengshuang in his arms and smiled at her, "I won't make it difficult for my wife, and I won't risk myself." ”

From the moment King Qiling 'died', Fengshuang had already severed his feelings for the Uighurs, husband! Just when Lin Fengshuang wanted to stay in Li Ang's arms for a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the tent, so she had to leave Li Angdi's arms and put them on

The hideous silver face she didn't want to wear.

"Miss, the three dead leaders of the land tribe have gathered, saying that they want to ask you for an explanation." The person who came in was Gu Lun, he looked at Lin Fengshuang with a worried face, and then saw Li Ang who was smiling lightly, his brows were tangled.

"Ask for an explanation, I'm afraid someone is secretly provoking!" Lin Fengshuang's voice was cold, she was a peerless character, if it was a man, she would definitely be the overlord of one party, at this time she already understood the meaning of her husband's sentence 'What you are worried about is not necessarily a bad thing', at present

In the big camp, there are really a lot of people with ill intentions, and if three people die this time, someone will definitely jump out, or secretly add fuel to the fire, lest the world will not be chaotic.

Listening to Lin Fengshuang's words, Gu Lun watched her walk to the knife stand, picked up the long knife with a golden bell, and his face turned pale, he knew that his young lady was afraid that she was going to exert her power, and recreate the bloody scene when she was on the throne.

"Miss is already a member of Daqin, and she is no longer a Uighur." Looking at Lin Fengshuang who came out of the tent, Gulen's face was gloomy, and he knew that he and the Uighurs had completely lost the young lady who had made the Uighurs so powerful.

"If you remember the past, you don't have to say anything about attaching Great Qin." Li Ang walked up to Gu Lun and said softly, "And if you talk about the glory of the past, is there any country in this world that can be compared with Great Qin, become a Han person, become a citizen of Great Qin, those glories."

It belongs to you, too. With that, Leon patted Gulen on the shoulder and walked out of the tent.

"Become a Han person, become a citizen of Great Qin, and those glories also belong to you." Listening to Leon's last words, Gu Lun muttered to himself, and then there was a hint of realization in his old eyes, yes, the glory of the Uighurs is really compared to the glory of Great Qin

Not to mention, the Uighurs were originally just a small tribe without a name, in the dependent, in the conquest, gradually became stronger, and what does the name Uighur represent, they have no writing of their own, only some primitive and barbaric traditions, in

Under the leadership of the first king, they surrendered to the Great Qin and absorbed culture from the Great Qin, which led to the current Uighurs.

Attachment to the strong is their way of survival, when did he forget this, Gu Lun laughed self-deprecatingly, obsessed with the glory of the past, this is not the culture that Great Qin brought to them, it turns out that he has always been wrong, and the Uighurs are not attached to Great Qin

, but a return. It's like a child returning to its mother's arms.

Having figured it out, he burst out laughing. He held on to the hilt of his sword and chased after the departing Leon and Lin Fengshuang, who wanted to prevent the Uighurs from returning to Great Qin, he would completely defeat them, and those who did not want to return

It has nothing to do with them.

In front of the big tent of the Chinese army, Lin Fengshuang looked at the leaders who were embraced by the soldiers. There was a cold light in the eyes under the ghost face, and the wind chime iron horsemen who rushed to confront these people, facing nearly 10,000 soldiers, they were not afraid, as long as Lin Fengshuang was there, they were

The cavalry team that crisscrossed the desert, no matter how many people there were in front of them, they would win for their own 'king'.

'Ghost-faced god of war, desert sword. Leon looked at the mere fact that he was standing silently, and he had already shocked the wives of the Uighurs who had ill intentions. The corners of his mouth were faintly smiling, just like Lin Fengshuang had always been proud of his husband. He is also proud of her, and that's hers

Wife, the most powerful woman in the world.

Lin Fengshuang held the long knife with the golden bell hanging down, looked at the few cowering soldier leaders, and looked at them coldly, with a compelling momentum in his voice. "Who asked you to come?"

Looking at Lin Fengshuang, who was holding the knife, the leaders of the soldiers glanced at each other, their faces were ugly, where did they think that when they set off, the soldiers who were still imposing saw the 'king' in front of them, they were all dumbfounded, and they just looked at them with blank eyes.

"Your Highness, we came spontaneously, the old man died an unknown death, we..." He straightened his chest and said openly. But before he could finish speaking, Lin Fengshuang interrupted him.

"Who asked you to come?" It was still the same, but the voice was even colder, as if there was a chill that could freeze everything, and the golden bell hanging from the handle of the long knife held by Lin Fengshuang rang.

The crisp bell was pleasant, but the leaders of the soldiers turned pale suddenly, "The wind chimes are ringing, urging life." This sentence is not only about the wind chime iron horse in the desert, but also about the 'overlord knife' in Lin Fengshuang's hand, as soon as the golden bell rings, there is no return,

Under the sword, there is no one who can escape.

"It was the Uma head who asked us to come, it's none of our business." Seeing Lin Fengshuang's fingers tightening on the knife, a soldier leader shouted, he had followed Lin Fengshuang to the battlefield together, and he would never forget those terrifying scenes for the rest of his life.

"Uma?" Lin Fengshuang's eyes flashed with coldness, she no longer looked at the three pale soldier leaders, but said coldly, "Take someone back for me, it's not your turn to call the shots here." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." The leader of the three soldiers replied in a sincere panic, and then shouted loudly, and returned to their tents with their respective soldiers, knowing that they had escaped a small life, and that if they had just unsheathed their swords, they would have had their heads cut off

Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out on their backs, and they couldn't help but scold Uma who provoked them half to death.

The soldiers began to disperse, but the leaders and nobles who came did not disperse, they were still waiting for Lin Fengshuang to give them an explanation, after all, the murderous reputation of General Li really made them suspicious and difficult to feel at ease.

In the crowd, Li Cunzhi turned around, "Uma! His voice was extremely low, but his tone was like a cat playing with a mouse, and beside him, the three Oni Ninja Fire Chiefs glanced at each other, knowing that their captain was probably going to do it himself.

Looking at the leaders and nobles who had not yet left, Lin Fengshuang looked at Gu Lun beside him, and then nodded to the most honest person among the leaders, "You go to Uma and bring him to see me." After speaking, Lin Fengshuang sat in the chair brought by the Wind Chime Iron Rider behind him, holding his hand

With the hilt of the sword, his eyes were like electricity, staring coldly at the many leaders and nobles present.

In front of the tent of the commander of the Chinese army, he suddenly became silent, looking at Lin Fengshuang who was sitting quietly, all the leaders and nobles looked at the long knife with a golden bell, and they all lowered their heads unconsciously, not daring to meet Lin Fengshuang's eyes like electricity.

In a big tent on the north wing of the camp, the head man Uma was anxiously waiting for news, he instigated the subordinates of the dead three leaders to go forward to make trouble, but he didn't dare to touch the moldy head of Lin Fengshuang, for fear of cutting off the tyrant knife, but he didn't expect that he shrank in

In his own nest, he instead let himself fall into a tragic death.

Li Cunzhi looked at the big tent that was not very well defended, looked at the ghost ninja who had changed into Uighur clothes beside him, nodded, and then these ghost ninjas, who were only fourteen or fifteen years old, sneaked towards the soldiers guarding the periphery of the camp from all directions, and their movements were light and swift

The route they chose was also very hidden, and the soldiers didn't realize it until they were close, but it was too late, but the moment they drew their swords, the short knives in the hands of the demon ninja had already slashed their necks or plunged into their chests.

In a short moment, the garrison soldiers on the periphery had all been killed, Li Cunzhi looked at the fallen corpses, still a little dissatisfied, the ghost ninjas gave these Uighur soldiers time to react, if they faced the elite soldiers this time, they would not be able to do it

"But forget it, after all, I've only been training for more than half a year." Li Cunzhi looked at the soldiers who had been solved inside, whispered to himself, and walked into the big tent.

Looking at the person who walked in, Uma subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife on his waist, and the two guards beside him also looked at the person who walked in vigilantly. "Who are you?" Seeing that the visitor was dressed in Uighur clothes, Uma asked aloud in Uighur language, the one in front of him wearing felt

The hat, with his head bowed and his face hidden under the brim of the hat, gives him a sense of danger.

"What a stupid man." Looking at the Uighur who asked the question, Li Cunzhi raised his head, revealing his pale but handsome face, his eyes full of mockery, and then at the moment when the Uighur and the two guards were stunned, his body was ghostly bullied, and the short knife in his sleeve slipped down

In his hand, before the three of them could react, he slit the throats of the two guards, and the knife was pressed against Uma's chest.

Uma's knife froze in the air, looking at the sneering young man in front of him, his heart was furious, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, just when he thought the young man was going to say something to him, the sharp short knife plunged into his chest, "You! The knife in his hand fell weakly

Uma looked at the young man who was slowly turning the knife, his mouth was constantly dripping blood, and he couldn't say anything.

"Sect Master Yan said that an assassin can play with his prey, but talking nonsense with his prey is stupid." Looking at the Uighur head with puzzled and painful eyes in his eyes, Li Cunzhi jokingly said, plucking

Out of the short knife.