"Did you encounter a miasma when you came down?" Su Ruolan asked.

"Nope. We came down the ropes you left behind. Feng Shan shook his head and said.

Qin Zhihan inquired about the situation, and learned that there were about 1,500 people in the government army, so he ordered a battalion and said to everyone: "This time, the main purpose of our return is to save people. The Yan clan swore to the death in order to keep our secrets, and now those who remain in the Y base are the old, weak, sick and disabled. Should we go and save them? They are so kind to us, should we also show our blood? If you don't save them back, you won't turn back. ”

"I vow not to look back." The soldiers of the first battalion were in high spirits, raised their right hands and shouted.

"I'll go with you. If I encounter a cloud miasma again, I can handle it too. Su Ruolan petitioned.

"Okay, let's go together." Qin Zhihan saw Su Ruolan's bright face looking at him eagerly, and nodded in agreement.

"You're so badly injured, don't go, tell me the location." Qin Zhihan said to Feng Shan.

"I'm fine, I must go, the secret passage where the patriarch is located is very secret, and you can't find it without my guidance." Fengshan is very stubborn.

"Good brother, let's go." Qin Zhihan patted Feng Shan's shoulder, and a group of people quickly rushed back to Base Y.

This time I went back faster than the last time, the path was clear, unhindered, and along the rope on the cliff, a group of people climbed up the cliff quickly and neatly like nimble orangutans. The secret passage back to the clan is indeed very hidden, this is different from the avenue that took 1,000 people before, it is almost a secret that the Yan clan has passed down from generation to generation, but at this time of life and death, I can't care so much.

When Qin Zhihan and the others came out of the secret passage, looking at the Y base that was burned by the flames, they really didn't believe their eyes, the dead bodies everywhere, the death was miserable, it was simply a rage to challenge everyone, and it was torture and killing at first glance.

All the soldiers of the first battalion trembled with anger, they couldn't believe that the innocent people who had brought them noodles and water before were just like this, with their eyes wide open, falling to the ground in embarrassment, silently protesting against this unjust world.

"Save people first." Qin Zhihan's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, and said to everyone.

Feng Shan was moved to see the soldiers of the first battalion, and hurriedly led everyone to the hiding place of the Yan patriarch.

"Who?" A low voice asked vigilantly.

"It's me, Fengshan." Feng Shan raised his voice slightly.

"Fengshan? Why are you back again? The Whitebeard Elder stepped out of the shadows and said angrily, "It's not for you not to come back. ”

"I brought the head of the piano back and asked them to save everyone." Feng Shan explained.

"What to save, what are you bringing them for, let me go." The white-haired elder suddenly became angry.

"What's wrong?" Feng Shan asked the elder of the Whitebeard clan very suspiciously.

"Let's go, we're not going to go. The patriarch has gone to save everyone. Lao Yan and I have to stay here with him. The Whitebeard Elder sighed.

"What? The patriarch went? Feng Shan was very shocked, and tears fell on the spot. The brother and friend of the family was gone.

When Qin Zhihan and the others heard this, they were also very shocked.

"I'm so remorseful. If I hadn't persuaded the patriarch to let those Huaxia troops in, I wouldn't have attracted you and those demons one after another, and my Yan clan wouldn't have caused today's catastrophe. I am a sinner of the Yan clan. The white-haired elder who originally advocated openness suddenly became extremely gloomy, and what was originally just a handful of white hair turned into a full head of silver hair.

"Xiao Fengshan, you better go quickly, the rest of the clan still needs you. We have all decided not to leave, and we will stay here with the patriarch for a while, this is the foundation of our ancestors and the root of our Yan clan. The white-haired patriarch looked at Qin Zhihan and them indifferently.