After the storm, the camp was in shambles, and the sky began to fall with drizzle, and the snow gradually increased, and it was foreseeable that it would soon become a world of snow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it was decided to build the camp in a criss-cross manner when planning the camp, many of the tents are now in tatters, some have even been blown to the branches, and everything is in a dilapidated state.

Correspondingly, the soldiers trampled on the muddy ground, some were rushing to repair their tents, some were carrying goods, and some were shouting and practicing in groups, as if the storm of last night was a baptism of heaven from the sky, and the only effect was to strengthen their minds.

As the head of the armament department, he knew very well how short the supplies in the barracks were today, and if Jing Ling asked him how to boost the morale of the army, his answer was very simple, only need to give each soldier a set of shoes and socks, military uniforms and cotton jackets, and the morale of the army will be greatly boosted.

What if it can't be distributed?

Obviously, even if these basic materials cannot be distributed, the soldiers' fighting spirit will not be sharply reduced, the reason why Harwood dares to be so sure is because many officers came to him this morning to ask for supplies, and after he gave the answer that there is no material replenishment for the time being, most of the officers are not only not discouraged, but even clamoring to encircle and annihilate the [Sunflower] in the mountains and mountains.

And the reason why they are so warlike is only because the emperor of the empire is fighting side by side with them.

Harwood had mixed feelings about the majestic Emperor, and if that hadn't happened, he might have become one of his most loyal supporters, but now the flames of anger had blinded him, just because two of his close relatives were gone......

Jing Ling's camp is rooted in a corner of the camp, and it looks exactly the same as the camp of ordinary soldiers, low and simple, very inconspicuous.

However, there were more than a dozen royal guards lurking in the nearby tents, and although they were disguised as ordinary soldiers, each of them was able to take on ten ordinary soldiers without falling behind. They are proficient in espionage, assassination, concealment, security, and harassment, and the only way to take out their targets under the protection of these elite troops is to use covert and extreme means.

Thinking of what he was going to do next, a cold sweat began to flash on Hawood's forehead, in the eyes of ordinary people, with a beard and thick eyebrows, he should belong to the type of big old man, few people know that his heart is actually extremely detailed, but Jing Ling must know, otherwise he would not hand over the responsibility of the head of the equipment department to him.

Harwood had secretly warned himself that he must not show any suspicious signs, so he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead before stepping into the royal guards' security circle, and then trotted towards the camp where Jing Ling was located with an anxious look......

"Quartermaster Harwood, what's the matter with you?" Twenty meters away from Jing Ling's tent, a royal guard who was sitting by the fire adjusting the magazine of his pistol suddenly got up, saluted Harwood and asked.

If the guards were not heard, it would have looked like a soldier meeting the chief and saluting, but in fact several of the surrounding camps were made up of Royal Guards, so even if people from afar noticed what was going on, they would not be able to hear the guards' questioning.

"I'm looking for No. 1 for something important." Harwood replied that the Emperor's security had been raised to the highest level since learning that there were spies lurking in the barracks, as evidenced by the fact that their high-ranking generals were asked to describe the Emperor by the title of number one.

The guards nodded slightly, and then led Harwood into the tent beside him, where there was also a lurking guard, one of them guarding the entrance to the tent, and the other carefully searched Harwood's body.

"Sorry, guns can't be brought in." The guard said as he pulled out the pistol in Harwood's arms.

"Of course, I can understand." Harwood nodded.

"Well, then, you can go down." The guard's words made Harwood feel a little surprised, what does it mean to go down!?

When the guards pushed the plank bed open and lifted the carpet, he finally got an answer.

What was shown in front of them was a hole that could accommodate one person in and out, the guards jumped into the hole first, and then motioned for him to jump in too, just like that, the two walked about thirty steps in the winding hole, and before the turbid rotten breath did not stun them, the guards suddenly stopped and said a secret word to the top of the tunnel, followed by the sound of pushing and pulling, and then the soft light began to tilt the tunnel, and Jing Ling's overlooking face appeared in the narrow hole of the hole.

I see!

It dawned on Harwood that this was a wonderful way to meet, to get to the camp where Jing Ling was through the tunnel, and as long as he entered the tunnel again and went out through the tent at the other end, then even if he had been here in person, he couldn't tell which camp Jing Ling was in.

Security was tight, but it was enough that I saw you, and Harwood's eyes flashed with subtle fierceness, and since he was in the dark tunnels, no one noticed the change in his expression.

I saw Jing Ling stretch out his hands, pull the guards and Harwood up one after another, and then pushed the wooden bed with his own hands, and then asked Harwood, "What's wrong?" ”

"That's the ......" Harwood looked like he was about to speak, his eyes scanning the surroundings quickly, his brain racing for the best chance of getting off.

He knew that although he was already standing in front of Jing Ling, the guard beside him was not a vegetarian, as long as he showed a trace of strangeness, the other party could make him incapacitated in an instant, there was no doubt about this.

Maybe it was his erratic eyes, which caused Jing Ling to frown and ask, "What's wrong?" ”

He was stunned, and couldn't find the words to answer for a while, he subconsciously put his palm against his nose and lips, but as if he suddenly thought of something, his body shook suddenly, and hurriedly put down the palm that was close to his nose and lips.

"Minister Harwood, your behavior seems unusual." The guard said with a wary expression.

"Of course, I didn't feel well today." Harwood closed his eyes and sighed, suddenly, the next moment he suddenly grabbed Jing Ling's neck, because the incident was too sudden, even Jing Ling did not react, he only saw Hawood's figure flash, and then a miserable scream sounded, only to find that Hawood was holding his arms and bowing back, his face was distorted terrifyingly, and the guards were already in front of Jing Ling. (To be continued.) )