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Shicai was far away from the battlefield, and the sky was not yet bright, so Ziche Yanxi did not look carefully.

When he came to the battlefield with Qingyang, he was instantly shocked by the tragic battlefield.

The depression that was once full of blood still has dark red and black blood stains.

Thousands of shriveled huge beast corpses were covered with hundreds of thousands of Hayabusa dried corpses, and then covered by the corpses of hundreds of wild warriors, and the superimposed corpses looked particularly weird.

Ziche Yanxi quickly deduced that he had experienced several battles last night.

Just seeing the remnants of the battle in front of them is shocking enough, I don't know how the Qing clan and the others carried down this series of tragic battles.

Thinking about it again, even if it was dozens of miles away, you could see the blood-red pillar of light, soaring into the sky, and the strange screams of the huge monster that followed, as well as the one hundred and eight brilliant pillars of silver glow.

Let them, who are dozens of miles away, think that they have encountered a battle of ghosts and gods.

The city guards did not arrive on time, although there was Su Kuo who was in turmoil, but Wei Jiong and Ziche were in awe and responsible.

At this time, he looked at the eyes of the Qing clan and admired it even more.

Qingyang glanced at him lightly, and said lightly: "You will harm me in the future!"

Ziche was puzzled and said: "Why did the sergeant say this, when the Qing family and my father had the grace to save their lives! ”

"Alas, once a person does it, he is sorry for others, he feels guilty, and he will become an enemy over time, do you dare to say that there is no guilt in his heart now?" Qingyang said lightly.

Ziche pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Speaking of which, Captain Wei Jiong and I have not yet arrived, and we do feel guilty in our hearts, but we are harmless!"

Qingyang said lightly: "That's not long enough, you are waiting for the deadline, I am very dissatisfied, I want me to forgive you, just help me clean up the battlefield, don't worry, I will not give you the slightest first-level military merit!"

Looking at Qingyang's back, Ziche smiled bitterly.

This young man is really direct enough to speak.

Especially the sentence "I won't give you the slightest first-class military merit!", it sounds extremely weird.

At this time, in his heart, he admired it even more.

Others, even if they escaped with their lives in the hands of such a strong enemy last night, it was enough to boast loudly, lest everyone know about it.

How can it be like the head of the Qing family, not only calmly defeated the powerful Red Ghost Clan, but also created a miracle of zero casualties.

What is even more admirable is that the head of the Qing family does not show off the slightest look, and only the descendants of that person will be so outstanding.

Qingyang left the car cleaning the battlefield and returned to the camp.

Lie Muyang hasn't come back yet, so he doesn't have to worry about safety.

Zhong Bo and Yang Hu carefully wiped their swords and maintained their armor, and they were still talking about their combat experience and perception just now, and the huge bone plate was thrown in the middle of the camp at will.

Mu Qing was treating the injured private soldiers of various families, and his face was full of smiles.

Mu Yan was more strange, at this time he was excited, standing next to those shriveled beast corpses, pulling the withered hair, constantly turning around, and still muttering something in his mouth.

Of the twelve private soldiers of the Qing clan, none of them were injured.

Under the leadership of Lu Yi, He Ying, and two foreign soldiers, they carefully collected the more valuable beast tooth daggers, foreign beast bone swords, and accessories bone rings on the wild people.

Looking around, Qingyang frowned.

"Huh, where's the black tiger?"

I don't know when, the black giant tiger with outstanding contributions disappeared into the battlefield silently, and there was no trace of it around, which made him feel a little sorry in his heart.

"Roar!"

Thousands of feet to the north, the roar of a black giant tiger suddenly sounded, revealing a sense of anger.

Faintly, a young man's voice said: "Good beast, so powerful, look at me to fight it!"

Centaurs neigh, beasts roar.

A fight rang out not far away.

Qingyang's face showed a hint of anger, how could he sit back and watch the black tiger being hunted?

Zhong Bo and Yang Hu, who were resting, hurriedly came to Qingyang's side, and said angrily: "It's Black Tiger!"

Ziche Yanxi also heard the movement, and when he saw that everyone was angry, he said to Qingyang: "That's the voice of Dr. Cheng's nephew, Su Kuo, could it be that injured beast has something to do with the Qing family?"

Zhong Bohu's eyes were round, and he said angrily: "That's my Qing Clan's strange beast!"

In Zhong Bo's opinion, the little tiger cub is a strange beast of the Qing clan, and its mother naturally belongs to the Qing clan, not to mention the friendship of fighting against the Red Ghost Clan, so naturally it is not allowed to be harmed by others.

"Uncle Zhong, you rode a horse first, how could you let them take advantage of the fire to rob and bully the giant tiger!"

Qingyang's face was cold, even if Doctor Cheng was here in person, he would not sit idly by and watch the black giant tiger being besieged and killed.

Zhong Bo took the black horse xenomorph, turned over and walked away, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"咴咴咴~"

The black giant horse, galloping wildly.

Tonight, it was too aggrieved, and it was suppressed by many powerful existences one after another, and it couldn't stand it.

"Let's go, I want to see the majesty of the nephew of the doctor!"

As soon as Qing Yang waved his hand, the twelve private soldiers of the Qing clan followed closely, and Yang Hu followed behind without hesitation.

Mu Yan and Mu Qing looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and left only two people to take care of the camp, and the others all followed Qingyang's pace.

Seeing this, Ziche could only reluctantly follow, leaving only fifty city guards to continue to clean up the battlefield.

In the camp, there were many horses, but they had already been frightened by the black giant tiger and the red ghost law body one after another, and the four hooves were weak, and they couldn't ride at all.

Qingyang didn't lead the horse either, holding the hilt of the bone sword at his waist, the wind under his feet, and he walked extremely fast.

The more he walked, the colder he became.

No wonder Mu Yan said those words at the end of the day of the autumn shooting.

The lord of the knighthood, if he doesn't know how to hold a group, no one will take care of him, and if he is not careful, he may be regarded as a substitute for the dead.

Before leaving Beilin City, Doctor Cheng swore that as long as the Red Ghost Department was brought in, the city guards would be able to arrive within half an hour.

The result was good, the battle alone lasted for four or five hours, and it was not until long after the Red Oni tribe broke and fled that the city guards were late.

Su Kuo, who was under the orders of Doctor Cheng, was still lagging behind, hunting strange beasts slowly, and did not care about the safety of the Qing clan at all.

If he hadn't thought carefully before setting out and made the worst preparations, I'm afraid that tonight, the city guards wouldn't even be able to collect the corpse for themselves.

"Roar~"

The black giant tiger roared again, and seemed to be injured.

Immediately after, I heard Zhong Bo's loud voice sound: "Who is shameless and dares to attack and kill my Qing Clan's beast?"

"Bold!"

Accompanied by the arrogant shouts of a group of people, there was a sound of weapons colliding, and there was also the movement of many people being knocked down and knocked away.

When Qingyang arrived, the scene was silent.

Zhong Bo is one person and one knife, proudly independent.

On the opposite side, the private army of the Baicheng clan was fully armored and sharply armed, but no one dared to move.