"It's really not a man's job."

A group of soldiers came from afar, and the conversation could be faintly heard.

Someone seemed to be complaining and made a dissatisfied voice: "How good it is to warm a pot of wine at home on a cold night and warm the bed with your mother-in-law in your arms!"

The climate of Chongyuan Mansion is cold, and although there are no patches of water, it is extremely wet and cold all year round, and it is as if it is winter at night.

That is to say, the people who practice martial arts have strong blood and blood, so they can just a set of thin clothes, and they can move freely in the middle of the night.

However, in this way, it is necessary to suffer from the cold all the time, and if there is no cultivation level above one realm, it is difficult to resist the cold.

So more than a dozen soldiers picked up some firewood from the surroundings at random, stepped on some furniture that had already been tattered, and then came to the small courtyard where Zhao Yuansong and others were, and lit a bonfire.

There was a flame to keep warm, and after drinking a few sips of the spirits they carried with them, a group of mortal soldiers suddenly felt warm all over their bodies.

Even the three leading early stage martial artists of the First Realm had comfortable expressions on their faces.

"Captain, what the hell are you thinking?"

Around the campfire, the soldiers held the dry food they carried with them, and complained a few words of dissatisfaction.

They couldn't understand how they could let themselves do such a task by searching for a monk who looked like a god.

Those high-ranking great immortal masters, I'm afraid that they can directly kill them with just a move of their fingers, and even if they really find out, they won't be able to go back alive to report at all.

"Do you think those big men above really think that if we find something, we will be able to bring back the news alive and make meritorious contributions?"

The captain of the soldiers sneered and glanced in the direction he had come, as if he could see the big men in the city.

He spat on the ground, and then said disdainfully, "It's just taking our lives to make sure there are no enemies in this area!"

If there were enemies, they would inevitably die, and the death and disappearance of a squad of soldiers was enough to make those big men determine many things.

The soldiers present were not stupid people, and the words of their captain immediately understood the meaning.

However, after a period of reluctance and anger, everyone fell silent again, staring at the bonfire in front of them without saying a word, just drinking the wine in the leather bag in their hands.

Sometimes, even if they know these things, they have no second way but to do them.

If they dare to escape, their families in the city will be implicated.

And now that the entire Fengming County has been captured by the rebels, where can they escape with these ordinary mortals?

"Let's hope we don't meet those gods."

The captain of the sergeant sighed.

He was the strongest of them all, and he used to be a dart master on the walking side, but with the rebels occupying Fengming County, all those who practiced martial arts were forcibly recruited into the army.

The captain, who was thirty-five or sixteen years old, sighed as he walked into the room next to him, spread the futon in his hand on a pile of hay at will, and then planned to turn around and go out to get some firewood and make a fire.

Even if it is a martial artist in a realm, he can't stay in the cold wind all night, he also needs a place to block the wind, and it would be better if there was a warm fire.

When a flame ignited, the hut became bright for a short time, and a warmth spread.

"Huh?"

The man frowned suddenly, and noticed that there was a small mound in the middle of the hut.

He kicked a few random kicks, and then he saw the burning wood in it, and there was even a little spark on it.

The next moment, even though he was standing by the fire, he still felt cold all over, and the warm flames didn't seem to bring him the slightest warmth.

He took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and immediately saw a few young people in several corners of the room, who looked embarrassed, but had murderous energy surging in their eyes.

Several glances intertwined with each other, and neither side made any of them at the first time

action comes.

After half a ring, the captain gritted his teeth and strode to the door of the hut.

His action naturally made the few glances that fell on his body even more fierce.

Syllable!

When the door was slammed shut, the person suddenly felt the pressure on his body recede like a tide, and the cold killing machine quietly disappeared.

"A few immortal masters, do you want to drink two sips to keep warm?"

The captain returned to the fire and took out a new water bladder, the contents of which had not been drunk.

Zhao Yuansong pondered for a moment, then walked out of what should have been a dark corner, sat down next to the warm fire, and reached out to take the other party's water bladder.

After checking a little to make sure that there was no poison in it, he tilted his head and poured a few mouthfuls.

For the monks of the Second Realm, as long as they operate the mana in their bodies, they will not feel the ordinary heat and cold, but the few people who do not have much mana are obviously unwilling to consume mana in this place.

Now after a few sips of strong wine, a warmth gradually rose on his body.

Zhao Yuansong wanted the other two disciples to cast their eyes, and then waved his hand to the two of them and handed the liquor in his hand to the other party.

He then pulled out a mute to make sure the sound in the room didn't escape.

"What you did surprised me."

Originally, he was ready to kill all the two soldiers, although it would not be long before the whereabouts of the three of them would be exposed.

But if these people are allowed to leave, I am afraid that the speed of exposure will be faster.

"I don't want to die, and neither do the people out there."

The captain thought about it, then said with a wry smile, "We were all forcibly conscripted into the army, and we were just trying to eat a mouthful of food, and there was no need to pay for our lives."

What's more, everyone has a family and a room, and even many people already have wives and children.

"When it gets daybreak, I will take these people away and continue to search for traces of foreign immortals."

The captain looked at the three people in front of him and asked in an inquiring tone, "Nothing happened tonight, I just went into the house and slept, and I didn't see anyone?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuansong nodded slowly, agreeing with the other party's statement.

However, he still waved his hand and played a mana, and took a wooden plaque from this person's arms, the front of which read: "Maoyang City Defenders, Cao Yan."

As for the back of the wooden plaque, it is written where he lives.

After playing with the wooden card representing his status in the army for a while, he threw it back into the other party's arms.

Although this practice is a bit despicable and is coercing the other party's family, but in view of the current situation, it has to be so.

Killing people is something they don't want to do, but they also have to make sure that their whereabouts are not exposed.

"It's still a long time tonight, so why don't you tell me something you know?"

Zhao Yuansong took two sips of the liquor and said with great interest, "I'm quite interested in some stories."