Zhou Ziru listened to Yi Xiaodao's detailed explanation, and paced back and forth outside the camp, hooking his mouth and smiling: "Well, there is a plan!" ”

Li Dingxing and Zhou Ziru had already formed a grudge as early as Poyang Lake, so they didn't care about Zhou Ziru's plan at this time. It was other people who asked Yan to get close, wanting to hear Zhou Ziru's strategy.

"Grandpa Yi, can there be a prisoner of the Beiyi soldiers in the camp?" Zhou Ziru asked.

Where did Yi Xiaodao know, looking at the others, everyone shook their heads, everyone was busy fighting, but they didn't have time to catch the prisoners. Only Bai Xinglong nodded in response: "Yes, I have injured dozens of people, but I didn't kill them, and I brought them out just now." ”

Bai Xinglong is a big disciple of Taiyi, although he likes to fight, he is not thirsty for killing. The dozen or so Beiyi soldiers luckily didn't die under his sword, and he didn't go out of his way to mend the sword.

Although Zhou Ziru didn't recognize Bai Xinglong, he also knew that it was the capable person next to Yi Xiaodao, so he smiled, deliberately lowered his voice, and whispered to a few people...

Yi Xiaodao looked at the camp not far away after listening, and the shouting and killing inside never stopped: "Zhou Xiang, these soldiers... Is it really impossible to save? ”

Zhou Ziru still shook his head: "I can't save it... No matter how many people there are in the camp now, there will only be one left, and there is only one one we can save. ”

Yi Xiaodao glanced at everyone, and everyone lowered their heads silently, they had all seen with their own eyes in the camp how those people were frantically slashing and killing their comrades. It's that it takes some effort for them to get a person in check.

But they are strong in martial arts, and there are a few of them. Sending these ordinary soldiers in, I am afraid that the casualties will be even greater.

Yi Xiaodao didn't ask any more questions, turned around, and walked straight to the camp alone.

"The benevolence of Duke Wuding is commendable..."Zhou Ziru sighed.

He Yue'er looked at Yi Xiaodao's back, eagerly broke away from Qin Xiangqian and chased after him.

"Yue'er." Yi Xiaodao didn't look back, just called softly, He Yue'er knew that he had something to say, and stopped.

"It's okay, don't worry about me. I can save three people, three people, five people, five people, and I won't put myself in it, you wait for me here. Yi Xiaodao's voice was gentle and contemptuous.

He Yue'er nodded, knowing Yi Xiaodao's thoughts. If he stayed here and didn't do anything, he would naturally be fine, but he couldn't get over that level in his heart, and he was afraid that he would feel guilty when he thought about it day and night in the future.

Yi Xiaoling couldn't rest assured and looked at Li Dingxing. Li Dingxing put the Xingxing bow on his shoulder, and grabbed a longbow and a quiver. With a wave of his hand, more than 100 Nanhuai troops came out of the army, all holding bows and crossbows, and followed behind him.

Everyone came to the gate of the camp, stood with bows, and was always ready to receive Yi Xiaodao.

As soon as Yi Xiaodao entered the camp gate, the shouts of killing around him were endless, and there were running figures everywhere, like ghosts.

Before Yi Xiaodao could see the surrounding situation clearly, a big knife slashed head-on, Yi Xiaodao dodged the cat's waist, and hit it forward, knocking the other party directly to the ground.

Only then did I see that the other party was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy from the martial arts camp, with a somewhat thin stature, and he still looked like a child.

"Calm down, I'll get you out." Yi Xiaodao said that he was about to step forward and pull the young man up.

When the young man saw Yi Xiaodao stretching out his hand, he slashed it with a backhand, if it wasn't for Yi Xiaodao's hand shrinking quickly, he was afraid that he would be cut off directly.

With a flying kick, the long knife in the young man's hand was directly kicked out and shot directly into the military tent on the side.

Yi Xiaodao grabbed the young man by the collar, grabbed him from the ground, stared at him and said word by word: "Listen! I'm here to save you! I'm here to save you! ”

"Poof!"

As soon as the words fell, he heard a puncture sound, Yi Xiaodao looked down, and saw a gun head suddenly appear on the young man's chest, and blood dripped down the tip of the gun little by little.

"You..." Yi Xiaodao was startled, if this gun was used harder, I was afraid that even I would be stabbed out of a hole.

Yi Xiaodao felt a cold sweat in his heart, this was the first time that danger was close at hand and he didn't know anything about it.

There was no pain in the young man's eyes, only a look of horror, as if Yi Xiaodao was some terrible monster. One pushed Yi Xiaodao away, and he retreated back again and again along the shaft of the spear on his body, and on the barrel of the spear that emerged from his chest, more and more blood and minced flesh hung.

The man behind kicked the young man's body, kicked the young man out, and pounced on Yi Xiaodao.

Yi Xiaodao rolled on the spot and dodged the young man, only then did he see that the person with the gun was a half-hundred old man, and his hair and beard were a little gray.

"Come on! Come! I'm not afraid of you! The old man stabbed Yi Xiaodao again with a gun.

The marksmanship is not sharp, but the angle at which the head of the gun is stabbed is tricky, it seems to be a flat stab, but the head of the gun is a little shaking up and down, making people unsure where this gun will stab.

Yi Xiaodao pulled out the Siqing sword on his waist, and this sword carried enough internal strength, and a sword cut out, directly cutting off the head of the spear. With his left hand sheathed, he blocked the spear without the head of the spear, and was pushed back several steps.

"Sober up! I'm here to save you! Yi Xiaodao shouted angrily.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!" The spear in the old man's hand had turned into a short stick, but he still relentlessly raised the stick and smashed it against Yi Xiaodao's head and face.

Yi Xiaodao was beaten a few times, and he was also beaten to the heart, and he was about to subdue him, but two soldiers from the martial arts camp next to him fought together and collided.

The old man was wrapped in the battle group, and even the stick in his hand was lost by the two of them, and the three of them scuffled to the side, and no one cared about Yi Xiaodao.

Yi Xiaodao was shocked: "Is this Ying Xiao?" ”

At this time, Yi Xiaodao had time to check the surroundings, only to see that the camp was full of fire, and the camp tent had even collapsed a lot. Everyone is either chasing others and being cut by others.

It's hard to believe that this is the camp that was still peaceful not long ago, laughing and discussing the return to the hometown in a group.

Suddenly, a black shadow sprinted towards Yi Xiaodao from the side, and Yi Xiaodao's corner of his eye caught a glimpse of this scene, raised his hand with a sword, and stabbed straight at the black shadow.

The sword has arrived, but the man has not arrived.

The other man stopped, only a few inches away from the tip of the sword.

It was also a soldier of the Shangwu Battalion, about the same age as Yi Xiaodao, he paused, looked at the sword pointing at his throat, and slowly took a few steps back.

Yi Xiaodao was shocked for a while, he didn't see fear and madness in the other party's eyes, only fierceness was revealed in his eyes, and even, there was a trace of reason.

"Can you understand me?" Yi Xiaodao asked tentatively.

The other party nodded blankly.

"Come with me, I'll take you out." Yi Xiaodao withdrew his sword, but he didn't dare to be careless, and stared at this person tightly: "What's your name?" ”

The other party didn't answer, but slowly stretched out the hand hidden behind his back, and in his hand was a dagger that had been curled up, and there were even some broken bones stuck on the blade.

Yi Xiaodao endured the shock in his heart and slowly retreated, but his eyes did not leave the person in front of him for a moment, and his intuition told him that this person was very dangerous.

The man didn't make any other movements, as if he relaxed all of a sudden, and raised his leg and followed Yi Xiaodao. The speed is neither fast nor slow, it is comparable to the retreat speed of Yi Xiaodao, and it is extremely well handled.

"If you have anything to say...", the man seemed to be still a little sane, and Yi Xiaodao tried to communicate with the other party.

Suddenly, just halfway through the words, the other party suddenly burst out, took two steps, and got close to Yi Xiaodao in an instant, so fast that Yi Xiaodao was a little unable to react.

Yi Xiaodao raised his leg and kicked towards the opponent's abdomen, and at the same time, the Siqing sword in his hand was also lifted up and slashed diagonally.

Life is threatened, Yi Xiaodao can't take care of much, if this kick is solid, it is not difficult to kick the other party out of a foot. Even if you kick in the air, you can unload one of the opponent's arms with a sword.

It looks like there's some sanity, so it's not that risky, right? Yi Xiaodao speculated in his heart, and increased the strength on his feet. It's best to kick it away without hurting your life.

But the other party's movements were too flexible, and he turned around and let go of Yi Xiaodao's kick, and before he could stand firmly, he got down, and at the same time avoided Yi Xiaodao's sword.

Come prepared!

Yi Xiaodao's gaze followed his figure and turned to his body.

The opponent's dagger was already tightly clenched in his hand.

"It's over!" Yi Xiaodao's heart trembled, it seemed that he was careless, this dagger, Yi Xiaodao asked himself that he couldn't hide it no matter what.

"Poof~~! Tong! ”

Although the dagger had some curly blades, it still easily cut through the battle armor, cut through the clothes, and stabbed into the flesh, but it was not the body of Yi Xiaodao.

The soldier slammed into Yi Xiaodao's back, and the sharp knife stabbed into the abdomen of another Shangwu Battalion soldier, and the huge momentum also knocked the soldier out and fell to the ground.

With a "dang long", the long knife in the soldier's hand fell, fell straight down Yi Xiaodao's back, and fell to the ground. A huge cut was made on the clothes on the back of Yi Xiaodao.

"What's going on?" Yi Xiaodao hurriedly turned around and looked at the two people hugging each other behind him.

The two seemed to scuffle together, and gradually, the knocked down soldier fell to the ground, motionless. The man slowly propped himself up and stabbed the dagger in his hand one by one, regardless of whether the other party was dead or not.

"Saved me?" Yi Xiaodao couldn't believe that he was actually saved by this person. If you are slashed by the knife behind you, it will not be a matter of one hand and one foot.

I'm afraid that I am going to become the first grandfather of the country to die in the camp of the Great Apocalypse.

I don't know how many knives I stabbed like this so hard before the soldier got up from the corpse and did nothing, just continued to stare at Yi Xiaodao.

"Take you out of the camp?" Yi Xiaodao continued to ask tentatively.

The other party nodded, there was no other expression on his face, just walked to the front of Yi Xiaodao in two steps, and let Yi Xiaodao stare at him.

Yi Xiaodao guessed what he meant, and the Siqing sword in his hand was slowly put down: "Let's go, go out." ”

"Mo Pengju."

"Huh? What did you say? Yi Xiaodao didn't hear clearly, and turned around and asked.

"Mo Pengju, my name." The soldier repeated.

Yi Xiaodao looked at him and smiled: "Good name, good." With that, he continued to open the way ahead.

Then there were other crazy Shangwu battalion soldiers rushed over, Yi Xiaodao first took a closer look, but if it was that kind of crazy and difficult to control himself, Yi Xiaodao raised and fell with his sword, mercilessly, and killed directly.

Another soldier rushed over, and Yi Xiaodao had just raised his hand, but he heard Mo Peng raise his voice behind him: "Don't kill." ”