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There was silence, only the flickering light of the fire remained unchanged.

One thousand two hundred and ten people, this number, half of the eight major tribesmen, from the beginning of the war, to less than two months now, it is already rare to be able to have so many people melt their spirits.

Han Ji and Ren Yao's faces couldn't help but show a hint of shock.

"Almost. Han Ji's gaze swept to the young men with strong blood, and his voice was loud and resolute, "I'll just ask you, do you want to get rid of this life." ”

"If you don't want to, you won't be where you are now. ”

"That's right, this kind of pig and dog is not as good as life, who doesn't want to get rid of. ”

In the small mine, the sound of pride comes and goes, passing through the surrounding rocks, agitating and constantly wandering, one after another resounding and fading away, but the echo is like everyone swearing over and over again.

Following the stirring emotions, Han Ji left a shadowless bloody imprint on everyone's body, of course, this imprint was only to determine where they were, so as not to wait for mistakes.

The bloody aura dispersed, and a powerful aura filled the entire mine, in order to control them who were agitated, Han Ji could only use the fear of the bloody aura to calm them down.

Under the effect of the powerful terrifying aura, the people of the eight tribes are really much quieter, and any irrational impulse will be the devil.

The arrogance of the cold slaughter was high, like a king in the world, like a wolf entering the flock, and his voice was high: "Since you want to, then listen to my arrangement." I also promise here to advance and retreat with you. ”

The sky outside the mine was dark, and as the night deepened, the silence only grew. Ding Qiu, who was asleep, and more than 400 elite soldiers, each showed a strange and shrunken smile in their sleep, obviously most of them had a sweet dream.

On the left side of the camp tent of the elite soldiers, there was a winding mountain path, and further down was the camp tent of thirty-six ordinary soldiers led by Mu Zheng.

Under Ding Qiu's obscenity, in addition to the duty of the mine. In the rest of the places, these ordinary soldiers were on duty at night in turn, and they were already small in number, so they could only be divided into two waves of people to take turns on duty, and they couldn't rest well at all.

But even so, during the day, the food of nearly 3,000 people from the eight tribes, including the more than 2,300 people in the mining holes, was also prepared by them, and the simple tableware during the war was also washed by them, and they were responsible for all the chores.

Although the food of the 2,000 people of the eight major tribes can be simpler and less, the emphasis is on the large number of people, and more than 30 people prepare for 27800 people, even if one person can only eat half full, it is a very heavy task.

At the end of a week, the ordinary soldiers of more than 30 people were already exhausted, and they all had a feeling that they couldn't hold on.

On the edge of the cliff, on a smooth black-brown rock, two warriors on duty sat weakly, back to back, looking up at the starry sky, with a longing for leisure in their eyes.

In this state, even if someone attacks at night, eighty percent of them are difficult to detect, and everyone is not in the mood to be on duty, and they feel tired even if they move.

Mu Zheng came from a small road, and when he saw their listless appearance, he knew that it was not easy for everyone, so he didn't open his mouth to blame, but said with concern: "I have arranged two people for each post, and if you are sleepy, you will sleep alone." One person looks at it, two people rotate, if there is a real situation, it can't be found in time, we are the first to die, tired and tired, bitter and bitter, everyone should watch it. ”

"Captain, are we going to go on like this?" said one of the warriors, raising his bloodshot eyes, his words tinged with emotion.

"Otherwise?" Mu Zheng replied in a calm voice with an expressionless face.

There was silence.

Look at the horizon in the distance, where there is still darkness, endless darkness, never-ending darkness.

"Hehe" It seemed that after a long time, the soldier said desolately: "Do you know, in the afternoon, you went to find General Han, when we paid the military salary, it has been a hard month, and there are only five gold coins for poor baba, five gold coins, you should know that five gold coins can't even buy a good sword, knife, rune manual, or the lowest magic weapon." Crystals, fire crystals can be bought, but how much can the strength be improved? After all, it is difficult to advance. ”

The words reveal sorrow, and that sorrow is not a temporary pain, but a lifelong sorrow.

In a world where strength is respected, in the era of war, no strength is a lifetime of sorrow.

The soldier's eyes were misty, and his voice was indignant: "If it goes on like this, what can we do to improve our strength? Join Mutian City, what are we doing so much? There are no peaceful days, the killing continues, and the only thing that we get in exchange for life and death is that little gold coin, but when we receive the gold coins, the few elite soldiers who issued the gold coins are hurtful and arrogant one by one, and they don't regard us as brothers who live and die together at all. ”

A black cloud on the horizon, floating to and fro, condensed, and scattered, floating wantonly, as if it were the sad warrior showing off his freedom.

"Just an hour ago, the two brothers felt aggrieved and went down the mountain in a fit of anger! Do you know, the feeling of loss, like boundless darkness, so that we can't find a trace of light, if we go on like this, it is estimated that these dozens of people will leave silently. ”

Mu Zheng also looked at the darkness around him, looked around, and bowed his head silently, not knowing what to say.

Time freezes.

The three of them were thoughtful, but after a while, a figure came from far and near, with light steps and a strong physique.

"General Han?" the warrior said softly, looking up.

"Big brother. Mu Zheng also hurriedly got up and looked at Han Ji.

The cold eyes looked at the faces of the three of them one by one, and the decline was still there. He asked in a calm voice and with a serious face: "I don't want to sit on a drudgery in peace, so do you want to sit on a county order and become a city lord." ”

Only then did Mu Zheng realize that Han Ji might have come over a long time ago, but he had been hiding around, and when he heard their conversation, he smiled awkwardly: "What I said just now made my eldest brother smile." ”

Han Ji didn't seem to hear it, and said calmly: "Answer my question." ”

The atmosphere was a little wrong in an instant, and Han Ji didn't even blame them for thinking wrong, but asked these questions himself.

One of the warriors seemed to be unable to hold back his heartless emotions, "Yes." I dreamed of it. ”

"Then you are willing to follow me to the throne together, to crisscross the world, and to be the master of others. ”

"What you said is true, how could we possibly do it to the lord of the city. ”

"What's not to do?" Han Ji raised his voice and asked, "That Jia Tianmu is a human, aren't you? ”

The voice was like a wake-up call, like a blow to the head, and the warrior's mind lit up for an instant, as if the shadow he had cast over him was nothing more than a shadow he had cast over himself.

Han Ji didn't pay attention to him, the matter was urgent, he had already killed six elite soldiers guarding the ore vein, if he didn't take advantage of tonight to solve all the elite soldiers here, it would be difficult to say as soon as the morning dawned, "Mu Zheng, you go and tell these words to the other soldiers, if you are willing, you should be anxious, if you are unwilling, you will be executed on the spot." ”

After several battles, Mu Zheng has followed Han Ji with an iron heart, no matter what, Han Ji is very good to them, no matter how cruel he is to the enemy, but he is always good to his own people.

Affected by the cold killing, Mu Zheng's heart was horizontal, and he said to himself: "What the eldest brother said is that he, Jia Tianmu, is also a human being, and he has become the city lord, we are no worse than him, so why can't we do it." I've had enough of these days, and I've fought hard. ”

After some self-encouragement, Mu Zheng and the two warriors went in different directions, to tell the others about the idea of Han Ji.

The sky began to be covered with clouds, the crescent moon completely lost its shadow, and the small creatures that were still screaming around them also stopped their voices at this time, and seemed to be asleep.

Tianshan Mountain, halfway up the mountainside surrounding the camp tent of Ding Qiu and the elite soldiers, more than 2,000 people from the eight major tribes began to lay traps around the mountain under the command of Ren Yao, trying to hide and create all the terrain that was favorable to them.

Half an hour later, on a wide rock at the top of the mountain, Mu Zheng gathered all the warriors. In fact, in the beginning, not everyone was willing to take a risk, but when they heard that it was a cold killing, they had no resistance in their hearts.

Han Ji, a general with a smart mind who loves the soldiers under him. This is a common image of cold murder in everyone's hearts. It was also for this that the thirty-six warriors, none of whom refused, all made an oath in the middle of the night, swearing to follow Han Ji to the death.

Their slogan: "Anyway, it's all a life of swords and fire, do it for others, the results of a good job are someone else's, and the sin of a bad job is your own." Fight with Han Ji. ”

A tide of rebellion against fate ignited the first flames in the middle of the night when I couldn't see my fingers.

After another hour, silence returned to the woods, and more than 2,300 people went about their duties, all deeply hidden.

On the top of the mountain, an ordinary soldier carried this package, to be precise, the clothes taken off the body of an elite soldier, and the clothes were soaked in feces, exuding a different pungent smell. Just in front of Ding Qiu's tent, the soldier tiptoed open a corner of the tent like a thief, confirmed Ding Qiu's position, threw the clothes wrapped in feces, and smashed them on Ding Qiu's face impartially.

Ding Qiu, who was originally asleep, woke up instantly after being smashed like this, and the smell of against his nose instantly made him breathless.

Before he could flare up in his inner anger, he heard someone outside the tent shouting, "Rebellion, rebellion—"

The voice was loud and high, and if you listened carefully, it came from all directions, and the voices came one after another, one after another, one higher than the other, and it was obvious that someone did it deliberately.

Ding Qiu, who stretched out his hand to get rid of most of the, was furious, and then there was a deafening roar: "Assemble quickly." ”