In the dead of night, everything is silent.

The dense forest is bumpy and dark. Darkhan held the trunk of the tree in one hand, panting. The figures around him were 500 elite soldiers of Jianzhou who abandoned their horses and held torches high. The marching team made all sorts of fragmentary crashes, footsteps, and moved silently.

The evergreen forests of the Northland are unusually dense, and the leaves under the feet accumulate all year round, making them soft and rustling when stepped on. From time to time, birds and beasts were alarmed and let out a strange cry. Darkhan looked at the mountain road that seemed to have no end in sight, and he was already tired and about to lose his strength.

In the first battle of Liuhezhai, Zhou Qingfeng showed his edge, and Darkhan was defeated and died. Huang Taiji gave him a chance to make meritorious service before the battle, which was the grace of the master, and it was also for the sake of Abahai's face. But Darhan knew that he was still dead, otherwise he would drag down his family and discredit himself if he was traced.

It's just that this death has to die on the battlefield, so that he can get the treatment of dying in battle. Huang Taiji planned to seize Zhou Qingfeng's small fortress, and Darkhan naturally wanted to go into battle. It's just that his previous serious injuries have not healed, and he has to go over the mountains and mountains ...... now, to be honest, he can't even pick up the knife now, and he is really going to die.

Even a cultivator who has great power will get hurt, get sick, and despair.

It's all miserable, but no one sympathizes with Darkhan.

In the army, military merit is the most important, and if you lose a battle, you will be discriminated against.

was beaten by a boy from the Han family who didn't have any hair, and even the key transit village was burned down, which is already a strange thing. What's more, the generals and soldiers who went out on the expedition didn't even have a place to sleep and rest, so it was no wonder that Darkhan could get the good face of his colleagues. Everyone felt that the waste of this Urabe was really damned, and it was cheaper for him not to cut off his head on the spot.

But who knows how difficult Zhou Qingfeng was to deal with at that time? No one cares about it at all.

Darkhan has words of suffering, and is even more powerless to defend it. He could only grit his teeth and hold on to the battlefield until the attack began. If you are dead, there will not be so much gossip and accusations.

Five hundred elite soldiers of Jianzhou set out after dark. They had to bypass a river outside the city of Ekhkulun, pass through a dense forest, and climb a hillside to reach the small fortress that Zhou Qingfeng had cultivated.

The team is full of veterans who have been fighting all year round, all of them are armored and well-equipped. There is also a group of Jianzhou warriors including Mang Gurtai, the fifth son of the Great Khan, and everyone feels that this battle will be won, but the road is a little more difficult.

Due to the terrain constraints, Mang Gurtai was unable to ride his massive earth dragon. He was tall and carried a longbow on his back, and he also walked in the ranks of the marching army with a heavy spear, and he looked ordinary. After tossing and turning for two hours, he finally led the team to the woods near their destination, but it was dark tonight, and nothing could be seen in the night.

"Put out the torches." Mang Gurtai ordered.

The five hundred elite soldiers immediately gave orders to each other, and the light that had been winding in the mountains was immediately extinguished.

"Where is the guide sent by Darshan? What do I do next? Mang Gurtai commanded again.

One of Darshan's men was pulled over and showed the way to Mang Gurtai. The man swore to heaven: "That stockade is full of slave soldiers. With five Baylors here, it is not difficult to take them down. My master said that as long as the Ministry of Jianzhou is willing to help him ascend to the position of the head of the Ministry of Ehekulun, the head of Qingfeng this week is a thank you gift from him. ”

"And what about the concubine of our Jianzhou Department?" Mang Gurtai asked again with a gloomy face.

"The eldest concubine should be in Zhou Qingfeng's hands, and he will naturally know if he is taken." Dashan's subordinates scolded hatefully after speaking, "Listening to the rumors of those slaves, that Han kid still dares to be rude to the eldest concubine, and he will definitely not be spared this time." ”

...... hum, Mang Gurtai let out a heavy breath in his chest, and called a guy with a thief's eyebrows and rat eyes, "Mao Da, is the village you have repaired in this direction?" ”

Mao Ada's escape in Liuhezhai and took refuge in Mang Gurtai, which will also be pulled to the front of the battle to listen. He stood in front of the mountain and looked into the night, but he couldn't see anything, "Back to the master, there are many roads in this mountain, and the slave has to get closer to recognize it." However, judging from the direction of Ehekulun City, Zhou Xiaozi's stockade should be not far ahead. ”

The thunder at the head of Ehkulen is more dense, and the lightning and thunder are constantly roaring, which can be used as an important direction reference in the dark night. In addition, there are rivers and slopes outside the city as instructions, and the general direction should not be wrong - when fighting, I am most afraid of getting the wrong direction and road, which cannot be avoided even in the Korean War and the counterattack against Vietnam in the later generations.

Now that there were two people pointing the way, Mang Gurtai was a little relieved. He finally made up his mind to fight, called Darkhan up and ordered: "Darkhan, we are old acquaintances. The eighth said to give you a chance, I pity you for your age, now you can bring someone up. ”

After climbing the mountain road for a long time, the wound on Darkhan's back repeatedly cracked, and the blood soaked half of his body, and the pain made him tremble. Now that Mang Gurtai ordered him to take the lead, he finally felt a sense of relief, hurriedly kowtowed to thanksgiving, and then led a team of a hundred people to kill.

As soon as Darkhan left, Mang Gurtai did not continue to follow up. He stood at his chosen starting point and struggled to look into the night, trying to see through the thick darkness. His goal was not the little stockade,......。

Some generals asked in a low voice when they would march to catch up with Darkhan, but Mang Gurtai shook his head and looked in the direction of Ekhkulun, "Let Darkhan fight first, I'm not worried about that little broken village, I'm only worried about Chu Ying." My big brother is not a fool. ”

Darkhan has also been to Zhou Qingfeng's fortress construction site many times, and he is quite familiar with the road topography in this place. He led a hundred or so men briskly, and in a short time they reached the open space outside the fortress through the riverbank woods. Although Darkhan did not understand the military formation, the elite soldiers of Jianzhou still marched forward in formation and advanced rapidly.

But the team walked a distance in the dark and naturally dispersed, and there was not even a ghost shadow along the way, and it was quiet. At first, Darkhan ordered the whole team to maintain formation and people listened, but soon the leader of the soldiers in the queue didn't bother to talk to him, just walked quickly.

"Wait a minute, slow down." Darhan shouted panting, the pain in his back was unbearable, and he bared his teeth in pain when he took a step, and slowly couldn't keep up with the pace of the group.

Hehehe......, hahaha......, but it was bursts of laughter in the ranks that answered Darkhan.

In fact, among the 100 people, the real leader was a Niu Lu Ezhen of the white flag, and when he heard Darkhan's shout, he couldn't help but reprimand: "Darkhan, you have become like a woman when you stay by the concubine's side for too long." At the moment, we don't even see a sentry, the enemy must be sleeping, just rush over and kill it, but it's up to you. Five hundred slaves are not enough for us to kill. ”

Darkhan chased after a few steps, and wanted to rush to the side of Niu Lu Ezhen, who was in command. He raised his hand and tried to hold the other party, and said bitterly: "Brother Bazhai, you have to be careful. This week Qingfeng is unusual, he knows how to form a military formation. That kid is very ghostly. ”

"What about the military formation, I'm not a waste. More than 100 of our elite soldiers went up to encircle, how big a formation can the Han kid you said put on? Niu Lu, who commanded the command, really looked fierce and cunning, and after he finished speaking, he shook his head and said, "Darkhan, you just stay behind." We don't expect you to get on it, you might even be able to pick up a life. ”

Niu Lu, who led the command, also has the strength of the 'third layer of muscles and bones', and there are several backbone white-armored elite soldiers of the 'first and second layers of muscles and bones' under his command. These people have never suffered losses in battles all year round, and when they found that the fighters did not hesitate, they immediately pounced viciously when they saw that the opponent did not even send a peripheral sentry.

Fighting in the dark is all about suddenness.

Darkhan is getting weaker and weaker, and he can't catch up. He was out of breath and could only watch the hundred or so disappear into the night. And he turned his head to look in the direction he was starting from, only to find that Mang Gurtai, who was supposed to follow, did not move, and he was even more at a loss for a while. He fell behind and couldn't keep up, so he ended up sitting on the ground and crying silently.

Darkhan felt that his body should not be able to survive this last battle, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to die in front of the battle.

In a short time, more than 100 people who had just marched had arrived outside the fortress. The sound of swords and guns clashing and fighting quickly sounded, and not only did the flames burst out, faintly illuminating the small fortress built on the edge of the river. Remembering his fate of dying on the battlefield, Darkhan struggled to his feet and took a few steps in the direction of the battle.

He only walked about ten meters away, and found that the battle in front of the fortress not only did not end quickly, but became more and more intense. He could even hear the crisp shouts of orders in the wind, 'Formation,' 'Momentum,' and 'Assault'. After these few commands, you can see a blue light coming out of the night, and screams and angry shouts will immediately intertwine.

"It's Zhou boy, he's organizing a military formation." Hearing this, Darkhan lifted his strength a little more, and continued to take a few steps forward. "Listening to him shouting so badly, is this bastard really caught off guard by not even arranging for the sentry to be killed?"

Darhan's mind was full of thoughts, but after a few steps, his body suddenly went limp, and he fell to the ground. He only felt that he had lost his strength, and the injury on his back had caused him to bleed too much, and now he really couldn't walk. Just looking at the hot battle ahead, he was unwilling to die, and felt that he had to die in the fiercest place of the battle if he said anything.

Darkhan couldn't even stand up, so he could only crawl and crawl on the ground, but after climbing for a while, he felt cold, and he couldn't help but think anxiously: "Am I going to die?" Am I going to die? ”

His mind was anxious, but his hands were weak, and Darkhan heard the sound of shuffling footsteps behind him. He hurriedly turned his head, only to see that there were suddenly many red bright spots in the dark night. If you look closely, you can see that there are a number of walking corpses that are slow to move and have red eyes.

Ah......, seeing so many undead ghosts, the dying Darkhan couldn't help but scream, and his heart was creepy. The walking corpse is the lowest level of ghosts, slow speed, weak combat power, and normal people are not afraid. But right now, the dense walking corpses continue to pass by Darkhan, and the number is unusually large.

All the walking corpses were grim-faced, dripping with water, and walked with stiff steps towards the fortress where they were fighting. Darkhan just wondered where all this stuff came from. It was only when I saw that they were all dripping with water that I realized that these walking corpses had been hiding in the Songhua River on the side of the fortress.

"Be careful, there's an ambush." Darkhan shouted with all his might, trying to remind the more than 100 elite soldiers of Jianzhou who were fighting in front of the fortress. But his shouting was weak, and as soon as the wind hung up, no one could hear him.

At this time, Zhou Qingfeng's shouting also came from the direction of the fortress: "Jia Gang, where did you die?" What about the army of the walking dead? Lao Tzu can't bear it here, these Jiannu elite soldiers are too difficult to fight. ”