"Sanskrit, the 3,000 men of the first detachment of the main general have arrived at the southern foot of Beth Mountain, and are now about to enter the mountain. After that, the 5,000 people of Mucang and the 2,000 people of Tang You will arrive in batches. After you pad, keep an eye on the movement in the vicinity. Sitting in the conference room of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Beitang Musi was keeping an eye on the army's sneak movement, and it had been two full days since the general set off. It's two o'clock in the morning, and all the officers above the captain level in the conference room are here. Although Musi had ordered the commanders to rest in batches, none of them carried it out.

The huge conference room unfolded four shadow screens, showing the marching status of the four echelons. Mu Cang's second echelon was five hours slower than the rapid march of the first echelon of the main general, while Tang You and Bai Ze's third echelon was more than half a day's foot, and the Sanskrit sound was dozens of miles behind them.

"Good. "On the fourth screen, Sanskrit is being seen. Sleeping in the open for two days, rushing day and night, all the soldiers did not enter a drop of water. "Adjutant General, what's the situation on Bai Ze's side now?" Sanskrit Yin did not stop, his body was like the wind, but his tone was steady, as if he was walking on the ground, and he was not half tired.

"He and the Lord will travel for more than half a day. The adjutant said.

"So much," Sanyin thought for a moment, "he did his best." Then he said. Bai Ze was originally the deputy head of the Spiritual Department, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although his spiritual skills were good, but compared with the soldiers and commanders of other combat departments, he was still much worse. Tang You is the deputy minister of the General Staff, and the spiritual method cannot be said to be superior. In addition, this time the main general is going at full speed, even the first echelon led by him is a tough battle, and it is not bad to be able to barely keep up.

"Mucang has already crossed Taji Village, and Tang You is still half an hour away. Musi said.

"They need to get together and rest, lieutenant. Sanskrit said.

"Okay, you go to Taji Village to pick them up. North Don Musi looked at the sand table. Taji Village is the last village and town in Dongling before entering the Bes Mountains.

"You have to make sure everything is safe before entering the mountain, otherwise it will be difficult to turn back after entering the mountain. Musi said. Although there were also some soldiers from the four divisions here, this ghost raid was dangerous, and ordinary soldiers could not reassure Muxi.

An hour later, the third detachment led by Tang You had already crossed Taji Village and repaired fifty miles north of the village. Sanskrit has also reached the south side of Taji Village. The army's night march did not disturb any of the villagers. For the past two days, all the soldiers have avoided the town.

Fanyin and the soldiers sat in a clearing outside the village and rested. In the freezing Far North, Fanyin worries that the soldiers will feel unwell. She got up and looked at the eight hundred people under her command, and there was nothing unusual, so she could rest assured.

"Minister, you can rest for a while, and I'll go check it out. Zhong Lidao on the side. The captain of the third column of the second division of Fanyin has always been calm, dignified, and his personality is not as outstanding as Leng Yi and Chilu, and he is the commander of the second division with the longest time among the elites.

"It's okay, let's go together. ”

"Good. Zhongli replied. The two of them walked towards the end of the line together, and Chilu was at the end of the line.

At night, the villagers in Taji Village had already turned off their lights and rested at this time. I saw that in a small tiled house in the northernmost part of the village, the dim light flashed a few times and was lit. After a while, a boy in a large padded jacket came out of the house. As soon as he got out of the house, he shivered, and said with a grin: "Freeze me to death! Bastard, what are you calling in the middle of the night! Freeze to death, forget it." All of them are as fat as pigs!!" the boy said viciously, but he did not stop, and was walking towards the pigsty outside his yard.

The boy's house had no neighbors two miles away, and he was the only one in the northernmost part of the village. The boy usually thinks pigs are dirty, so he repairs the pigsty outside his yard. Today, for some reason, the boy lay on the kang and couldn't sleep, always feeling that the pig was calling. Ran out three times in one night.

"Call again, call again, slaughter you all tomorrow, take them out and sell them for money!" said the boy, who had gone out of the courtyard and came to the edge of the pigsty.

He looked over and saw ten fat, round pigs huddled up inside to keep warm.

"Call, why don't you call! As soon as I come out, you won't call! Sincerely play me, isn't it!" said the boy. The fat pigs stayed quietly, not like they had ever been in a commotion.

The boy looked at them for a long time, then suddenly shivered, and quickly wrapped his coat and walked back. As soon as he was less than five steps away from the pigsty, he felt the fat pigs start to be restless again. He looked back and frowned, wondering if there was something wrong with his eyes and ears.

He decided to ignore them and took a few quick steps back. Sure enough, the fat pigs screamed even harder. The boy turned his head sharply and said viciously, "Fuck, dare to touch my pig, I have to kill you today!"

Not far from the boy's departure from the pigsty, he suddenly felt a strange movement. I think it was the tiger who spent the winter on the mountain and came to his house to look for food. As soon as the boy finished speaking, a shrill scream rang out, and the piglets were scurrying desperately and screaming like crazy.

With a "poof", a piglet fell, and red blood instantly sprayed all over the pigsty. The boy's eyes widened in surprise, and his sleepiness immediately dissipated. Two more in succession, and the two piglets fell, not even a single convulsion.

"Not a tiger!" the boy said with horror in his heart. A strange spiritual power filled the front. "Who!" the boy was unsure if he had asked, his legs already a little weak with fright.

A dark sound of "snort" pierced the air and went straight to the boy's door. The boy ducked backwards, and a burning pain instantly burned his face, and a cut was made on his smooth face, and blood flowed profusely.

"Hmm!" the boy covered the side of his face, ignoring the pain. He had to cry out for help, the boy thought, or he wouldn't be able to save his life. Before the boy could open his mouth, another murderous spiritual power passed through. The boy jumped backwards and escaped.

After going back and forth, the boy's original panic was shattered, and his anger rose up, and he yelled, "Fuck! What the hell! Lao Tzu fought with you!" As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen dark spiritual powers pierced the boy like sharp arrows and short spikes.

"Bang!", and the boy raised his hand in a gear. Blackthorn was all blocked by a volley. The boy fell to the ground, gasping for air, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a heavy sigh spurted out of his mouth.

"It's good...... It's pretty good...... ......A staccato rattle came from not far away, and the sound seemed to come from the bones of the throat, and it was incoherent.

"What is given to me, is mine," another similar voice rang out.

"Gurgle, cluck......" The third bone crush sounded less like a person than the first two people.

"My!my!" the three voices argued!

"Whew!" this time hundreds of black thorns shot at the boy in unison. The boy's eyes widened in horror, the block just now had already used his life's spiritual power. Now that death was in sight, he raised his feeble hands, and it was useless.