In an unknown place in the Mulan Grassland, the grassland at night, the cold wind is cold, the grass rustles sound, and the bright moon sheds a trace of moonlight, flowing on the grass; The whole grassland became white.

Suddenly, a black dragon slowly and orderly undulated across the grassland; There was no sound, like a black shadow reflected in the air.

At this time, a man in blood-colored armor and a flying shirt was staring at the black dragon, and after a while, it slowly flew towards the dragon.

Gradually, approaching the black dragon, which was composed of men, chariots, and horses; Everyone looked ahead, and all four hooves of the horses were wrapped in cloth; The strange thing is that the horses do not make any sound, and if you look closely, each horse is wearing a horse muzzle.

Each horse was like a well-trained soldier, and it didn't make a sound.

"Commander Yang, you're about to approach the Great Demon Clan." A man also in blood-colored armor walked up and whispered to the man who fell in mid-air.

This person is none other than Yang Wanli, the commander of the Iron Blood Legion, the chief grandmaster of Yasukuni, and the spear of the empire.

Yang Wanli turned his head, and a face with sword eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and thick eyebrows and big eyes came into the eyes of the kneeling people.

The solemn eyes made the kneeling people dare not look directly,

The title of "Butcher of Ten Thousand Miles" really can't be looked at directly, Yang Wanli waved his hand at the kneeling people, indicating that he already knew about it.

His gaze retracted to look at the team, his sharp eyes were no longer fierce, and under his black eyes, there was a trace of worry crawling out, anxious, confused, and worried.

I wonder if I'm worried about the team's prospects, or if it's something else? As the procession faded away, there was no sound from the entire procession except for the occasional gurgling sound of the carriage.

Each army has a different style, strong or weak, the army has a fourth-rate army, the fourth-rate army is undisciplined, loosely trained, and has no combat power; A third-rate team, with acceptable discipline, loose training in peacetime, and the strength to fight; The second-rate team is well-disciplined, the training is acceptable, the fighting passion is full, and the combat effectiveness is strong; The combat effectiveness of a first-class army, with strict discipline, clear rewards and punishments, and well-trained, and every soldier treating death as if they were at home, can be described as amazing.

But in addition to the above army, there is also an army, which is neither full of passion nor the spirit of looking at death as home, but a kind of terrible calm, like a ghost, without emotion, as if only born for battle, can be a war machine, the whole team has been baptized in blood, death is like an ordinary thing, this kind of army can be described as the army of kings, the existence of super-first-class.

There are only four such armies in the world, and Iron Blood is one of them. It was late at night, and in an inconspicuous small room in Guiyun Pavilion, Gu He, Gu Cui'er, and Lin Hai were sitting together, with the table full of tributes, not knowing what they were worshipping.

Suddenly, Gu He stood up and put his hands crossed behind his back; Looking at the bright moon outside the window, he gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes and said angrily: "Lin Hai, tell me, how many years have passed since that war?" Lin Hai looked at Gu He's sad look and said slowly: "It's been almost 18 years. Gu He: "18 years, in the past 18 years, tens of thousands of people in my Ji country have lived a life of being inferior to pigs and dogs, living a life of exile, enslaved by various countries, and I can only watch that I can't do anything." Suddenly, Gu He grabbed Lin Hai's shoulders with both hands, and asked with half crying and half anger: "You tell me why it happened like this, you tell me what happened that night, where did my four great grandmasters of Ji Kingdom and other grandmaster-level powerhouses end up?" Lin Hai was grabbed by Gu He's body, and still said with difficulty: "Lord Gu, calm down, I just knew that my father received a grandmaster-level assembly order that night, and my father didn't say anything when he left, but he must be more than lucky." After all these years, it is definitely gone. Gu He let go of Lin Hai, calmed down and continued: "Over the years, I have investigated a lot, but I still don't understand what kind of power can make all the strong people of my Ji Kingdom fall, my strength is limited and I don't know any martial arts, so this time we will take this opportunity to rescue the Heavenly Master of Ji Kingdom who is imprisoned in Cangyun City Prison, and we will think about it in the long run." Lin Hai: "Master Gu, it's not easy to rescue the Heavenly Master of Ji Kingdom from Cangyun City Prison. Gu Cui'er: "Yes, Uncle He, we have been investigating all these years, but we have never had a chance to get close to the prison. Gu He: "Yes, Cangyun City Prison is heavily guarded, it is not as simple as the outside world, the entire prison is like being isolated from this world, the bottom layer is said to be full of organs, no one can enter without tokens, I just don't know who is imprisoned inside." Lin Hai's eyes lit up, and he asked in an aggravated tone, "How does Lord Gu know about these places?" Gu Cui'er also looked at Gu He with a curious expression, Gu He never mentioned this matter to herself.

Gu He's face remained unchanged and continued: "I also accidentally heard the ground from the listener. ”

"So, whether you can rescue the Heavenly Master of Ji Guo this time depends on you Cui'er." Gu He suddenly changed his words and said, Lin Hai and Gu Cui'er glanced at each other, and the two fell into doubt, only to see Gu He tell the two to get closer and talk to them carefully......