"Submit the token!"

Above the city wall, a bearded Northern Yan soldier shouted to the patrol below, and lowered a bamboo basket with a long rope.

The squad leader of the patrol, a young man with a mustache, immediately took out a bronze medal engraved with a strange tadpole inscription from his bosom and put it in a bamboo basket.

The bamboo basket was pulled up the high city wall again, and after the bearded man took out the bronze medal and examined it, he ordered his subordinates: "Open the city gate!" ”

"Rumble ......"

With the cooperation of the Beiyan guards inside, the heavy city gate slowly opened a gap, just enough for the two of them to walk side by side.

The hundred or so patrol soldiers at the gate followed the captain, lined up in two columns, and entered the city in an orderly manner.

"Rumble ......"

Once again, the gates were closed, and there was not a single gap.

The sun set even lower, gilding the surrounding streets, walls, and houses with a faint layer of blood.

The street in front of us was empty, the houses on both sides of the street were not lifeless, the doors were basically open, ten rooms and nine empty, many houses were broken walls, and there were still dark red blood stains on the walls and on the ground, obviously the corpses had been cleaned up, but there seemed to be a vague smell of blood and rancid smell lingering in the air.

The streets are deserted.

In the air, lifeless.

If it weren't for the occasional patrolling of the streets by the Beiyan soldiers stationed here, this would be like a dead city.

The squad leader who walked at the front slowed down two steps, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened, the heavy helmet leaning forward slightly, and the shadow of the helmet hid the phoenix eyes that were slightly raised at the end of his eyes.

Feng Yan's thin lips tightened into a straight line, his whole body was cold, and his eyes became deep and violent little by little, brewing a storm that raged like a tornado.

In a flash.

In an instant, the pupils returned to calm, as dark as a pool.

He had been to Lingwu City many times in the past two years of training in the North, it used to be one of the most prosperous and lively towns in the North, but now it was depressed like an old man in his twilight years, dying.

The evening breeze of summer dusk is blowing in his face, scorching, but it can't warm Feng Yan's cold heart at this moment.

He strode forward, his armor colliding with each other as he walked, making a heavy, messy crash.

Every step is so steady and firm, revealing a kind of awe-inspiring inevitability.

The hundred "Northern Yan" soldiers behind him also looked solemn and walked heavily.

Today, they ambushed a patrolling Northern Yan soldier at the foot of Lingwu Mountain by taking advantage of the mountainous terrain, and a hundred Northern Yan people were all annihilated by them in less than a cup of tea, and they got the token and armor of the Northern Yan people, and pretended to be a patrol team to infiltrate Lingwu City.

These are just two of the easiest steps in the whole plan.

Next, it was the most important and difficult part of their trip.

Feng Yan clenched his fists tightly, his body was as tense as a full bowstring, but his steps were even bigger.

Almost half of the northern territory is now in the hands of the Northern Yan people, and with the current situation, it is impossible to reverse the situation with a thousand men and a thousand firecrackers in his hands alone.

His mission in the north was only to bring King Jane's body back!

Feng Yan took a few deep breaths, and under his cold face, the surging flames calmed down little by little, and he hibernated.

He walked forward with great familiarity, and at the moment of turning the corner, everyone looked swiftly in the direction of the gate, and although they knew they could not see the head, they glanced in that direction.

Jun Ran, who was following behind Feng Yan, used almost all his strength to maintain his apparent composure.

He can only vent his emotions in the steps under his feet......

More than 100 people returned to the barracks in the west of the city.

The Northern Yan people set up three military camps in Lingwu City, among which the soldiers in the military camp in the west of the city were recently transferred from Linyi City and several cities in the north to supplement the casualties of the Lingwu City battle.

Many of the Beiyan soldiers in this barracks are unknown, which is why Feng Yan chose this patrol.

When the hundred men had received their rations, they scattered into ten tents.

As the sun set in the west and night fell, Lingwu City became quieter, and the boundless darkness seemed to engulf the city.

Torches were lit on the city walls and in the barracks, like stars in the sky, and the torches lit up the vicinity of the city gates and the barracks as bright as day, but the streets of the city were dark.

Darkness is the best way to hide your whereabouts.

Even if there were Beiyan soldiers patrolling the city day and night, the patrol would only pass through the same street every half an hour, and this half hour was enough for a lot of things to happen.

"......

The night breeze is much colder than at dusk, and the temperature difference between morning and evening in the north is large, and when it comes to the third watch, it is like a sudden entry from summer into late autumn.

The wind blows the foliage and the sound of rustling in the streets.

Feng Yan took a dozen people to quietly shuttle through some alleys in Lingwu City, they were already familiar with the terrain here, and every route was planned in advance.

After serpentine through a few small alleys, they went through the window into an empty house, and from the backyard of the empty house to the front room, and then hid in the shadow of the window, looking in the direction of the city wall, silently lurking, waiting.

Feng Yan took out the pocket watch in his arms and glanced at it, and then began to count silently in his heart, from one, all the way to ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine......

The lips of the dozen or so young men behind him were also quirming, as if they were silently counting, and as the number approached a hundred, their breathing became heavy, and their pupils glittered like beasts in the dark.

It's almost there.

In the next moment, a panicked voice came from the city wall, shouting in the northern Yan language: "Walk the water!" There is water in the sentry tower! ”

"Quick, go get water to put out the fire!"

"Everyone go over and help put out the fire!"

“……”

Feng Yan raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the watchtower, the top floor of the wooden watchtower was lit with a raging fire, thick smoke billowed up, and the watchtower was like a lit torch, pointing out the direction for travelers in the dark night.

The Beiyan people near the city gate exclaimed and made a commotion, and many Beiyan soldiers near the city gate rushed towards the direction of the sentry tower, and some people went to fetch water, and some people hurriedly ran to the nearest military camp to find someone to help.

The surroundings became a pot of porridge, the soldiers came and went, and no one noticed that a Beiyan soldier who went to carry water was blocked by his mouth and dragged into the empty house, he didn't have time to make any sound, so he "clicked" his neck.

The cervical vertebrae were broken, and the eyes were cloudy, and there was no longer any look.

The young man with the fine eyes who was holding his neck took a step back, and the corpse of the Northern Yan soldier fell limply to the ground.

Without Feng Yan's orders, the other bearded beard stepped forward and neatly drew the scimitar in the scabbard.

The moonlight shining in from the window was immaculate, pure as white jade, and the scimitar was cold.

The knife fell, and there was a hideous head on the ground, and the bones rolled around on the ground, and the helmet was separated from the head, and its hair was scattered haphazardly......

This scene was so thrilling, but the people present were like the calm pool, without a single ripple.

Feng Yan flicked his fingers, and the phoenix's eyes flashed with a cold glow like a sharp sword, and the chill contained in it was heartwarming.

The bearded beard immediately picked up the head without changing his face, then put the helmet back on, wrapped the skull in layers of thick cloth, and held the head in the crook of his arm as if he were holding a helmet in his hand.

The young man grinned, took off the helmet from his bearded head, and tossed it aside.

Everyone in the room glanced at each other, Feng Yan raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the city wall, and walked out first.

Others hurriedly followed.

The streets in front of the city gate were full of Beiyan people who were busy fighting fires, and they were mixed in and did not show anything at all.

"Pedal ......"

Feng Yan and his entourage hurriedly walked up the stone steps on the side of the city gate to the city wall, at this moment the city wall was empty, and the people who were originally guarding here ran to put out the fire, leaving only torches burning in the "zi, zi, zi, ba", sparks jumping.