The night sinks like water, and the stars and moon are extinct.

A sentry post at the southern foot of Daqing Mountain.

"Squad leader, I'm going to, I can't hold it back!"

"Chen Shaojie, what kind of habit are you? Your butt itches when you stand guard? Do you want Lao Tzu to take a knife to help you get through?"

"Squad leader, people have three urgencies, you can forgive me!"

"Get out of here!"

Shortly after the whispered conversation ended, a muffled popping sound could be heard in the woods near the post.

"Chen Shaojie, can't you go farther away to pull?

"Oh!"

The young soldier scrambled deeper into the woods with trousers in his hand.

"Let's stay farther away!"

"Damn, even the wind is against Lao Tzu!"

"Damn, why are there so many thorns in this piece!"

The young soldier crouched down several times with his trousers on, and several times stood up in distress, gradually moving away from the sentry post and into the depths of the forest.

"There should be no problem here!" Standing in a small open space, stepping on the soft dead leaves under his feet, Chen Shaojie squatted down with satisfaction.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A faint sound came from afar. Chen Shaojie's heart was furious, and he raised his head and looked around nervously.

All around, apart from the trees and trees, there is endless darkness behind the trees. He felt a flustered panic for no apparent reason.

", what the hell are you running so far for?" he scolded himself in his heart.

Immersed in his head, holding his breath, and working hard, Chen Shaojie hoped to solve the problem quickly, and then return to his sentry post.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound was getting closer and clearer.

Chen Shaojie's pupils contracted, and he looked nervously in the direction where the voice came from. The sound seemed to be regular, and as a hunter, he could tell at once that it was not the sound of an animal moving around the jungle at night.

In the darkness, several black shadows appeared and disappeared. Chen Shaojie's head slowly poked out forward, and the whole person quickly fell to the ground. After crawling a few meters, a forest path crossed in front of him. Chen Shaojie held his breath and quietly hid his body into the grass beside the path.

A moment later, four black shadows came from in front of him at high speed, galloping in the direction of the back mountain.

"At this time, what are they going to do in the back mountain? Who are they carrying?" When those familiar figures disappeared, Chen Shaojie, who was pale, stood up from the grass and looked in the direction of the back mountain, and his heart was beating in horror for a while.

In the middle of the night, Qian Mi lurked in the woods with two soldiers, staring directly at several barracks in the third row. Ten minutes earlier, he had been awakened from his sleep by a sharp knock on the door, and two sentries on duty had brought him the shocking news: four soldiers from the third platoon had left for the back hill in the middle of the night.

In sensitive times, any disturbance can mean great danger. As a veteran of the Western Expeditionary Army, Qian Mi would not be suspicious of his subordinates, but he would not let go of any suspicious details either. On the battlefield, anything can happen. In the face of an opponent with such an overwhelming advantage as Meng Yi, any negligence could bring disaster to the Qingshan Wandering Spirit.

So, instead of going directly to the third platoon to check the situation, he quietly lurked outside the barracks of the third platoon with two capable men, waiting for the return of those soldiers who went out. At this time, he must not startle the snake, he must find out what secrets are hidden behind the strange behavior of the soldiers.

Half an hour later, six ghostly black shadows floated from the mountain road and soon entered the barracks of the third row. The door of the first class opened silently the moment they arrived. Six figures dodged into the room.

The door closed quietly.

Qian Mi looked at this scene, and his expression became extremely hideous. A great anger and sorrow entrenched in his heart like a poisonous snake, devouring his soul. He couldn't help but feel like picking up his knife and rushing into the room, chopping all the people who had just entered into a pulp.

But he couldn't.

"Let's go, go to the back mountain and have a look. Taking a deep breath and letting go of his grip on the hilt, he quietly disappeared into the woods with two of his men.

From the moment those people returned to the moment they entered the room, Qian Mi understood two things.

First, these six people were not the soldiers of the Qingshan Wandering Spirit, and the astonishing speed and strength they showed during the march were not reached by few people on the Great Qingshan. Second, according to the sentry's report, they left with four people, carrying one person in groups of two. And now, when they returned, it was six people. This can only mean one thing: the two soldiers of the Qingshan Wandering Spirit have been transferred, and they are now afraid that they will be more than lucky.

Late at night, Yang Zifeng was sitting under the lamp, seriously looking at the book in his hand.

"As a commander, the more tense the battle situation, the more calm you must be. "Over the years, he has always kept in mind the teachings of General Mu Bai back then, and whenever he encounters something annoying, he will look for a book to read. This habit has benefited him a lot and accumulated a lot of combat experience. But this night, books could not calm his heart.

At the foot of the mountain, there are the troops of the young master. On the mountain, there is the iron city lord sitting in the town. Outside the mountain, there are tens of thousands of troops guarding it. Why does he still feel a little hairy in his heart?

"Communicator!" Yang Zifeng dropped the book in his hand, walked to the bed, picked up his old military uniform, put it on his body, and yelled at the door.

"Here!" a young soldier quickly pushed the door in.

"Call the guard squad and go out for a spin with me!" Yang Zifeng said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the messenger was a little surprised, but he still hurried to give the order.

The guard squad was quickly assembled, and Yang Zifeng walked out of the compound with ten soldiers.

Not far from the courtyard gate, he met a soldier from the second company.

"Boss, something is wrong!" the frightened soldier rushed over when he saw him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zifeng looked at the frightened soldiers, and a chill rose in his heart.

The soldier walked up to him and whispered back to him about his discovery.

Yang Zifeng listened, and his face gradually turned pale.

"Where's the Qianmi people?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I've gone to the back mountain. The soldier replied.

"Let's go, let's go to the back mountain!" Yang Zifeng shouted coldly.

Back Mountain.

"No—" A mournful cry broke the silence of the night.

Qian Mi threw herself in agony on the edge of a huge dirt pit, tears dragging the thread down. This veteran of his life, this man whose hands were stained with the blood of the enemy, and this hero of the Western Expeditionary Army who carried great shame shed tears for the first time in his life.

The light of the spirit stone lamp illuminated the scene in front of him, and the soldier holding the lamp cried into tears after just one glance.

In the earthen pit, dozens of naked corpses were piled up chaotically, and the faces of each deceased were blurred with flesh and blood beyond recognition. The two bodies piled on top did not die very long. Red blood poured out of the two ruined faces and down the necks into the corpses.

"Iron Boss, my brother sued me that some of the people in the Qingshan Wandering Spirit looked at us a little wrong. I noticed later, and the brothers were right, that the eyes were cold and dangerous. In Tie Zheng's room, a big man stood in front of Tie Zheng and reported some of his discoveries in a low voice.

"Are you sure?" Tie Zheng looked at him and asked with a sinking face.

This person's name is Liu Yifeng, a big man, who is Ruan Yushu's henchman, and his subordinates are all villains who were taken in by Ruan Yushu. Compared to the soldiers of the army, these wicked people, who have long lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, have a beastly instinct for danger. Although they stayed away from killing after arriving in Blackwater, this instinct would not go away.

"I'm sure. Things are very bad, I suggest that you hurry up and discuss with Yang Zifeng to see what the situation is. Liu Yifeng nodded.

"As soon as we entered the mountain, we asked this question, I'm afraid it's not good. Tie Zheng frowned, "You guys should be vigilant and observe for another day or two." ”

"I have to say it's not good. Liu Yifeng insisted on his opinion, "I think the way they look at us is like a hunter looking at a dying prey." Time may not be much left. ”

"I'll go find Yang Zifeng now!" Tie Zheng pondered for a moment, choosing to trust his judgment.

He even thought of the worst possibility: Meng Yi's people had secretly infiltrated Daqing Mountain long before Zhu Xiaoqi concentrated his forces. In that case, Zhu Xiaoqi's defenses around Daqingshan would be ineffective, and Daqingshan's strong defense would become a sharp weapon for the enemy to deal with the reinforcements under the mountain. The two hundred men under his command, together with Yang Zifeng's subordinates, will become the main target of the enemy's attack, and they will fall into a situation of fighting alone.

In the early morning of May 2, a rapid whistle sounded through the station of the Aoyama Wandering Spirit.

Urgent gathering!

The whistle is an order, and the whistle is a warning signal! The roar of the officers rang out in the barracks.

The soldiers, awakened from their sleep, quickly put on their armor and rushed out of the barracks. Under the leadership of the officers, the four companies of Daqingshan were quickly assembled on the training ground.

"Iron City Lord, remember, if you can't do it, you will lead your troops to break through and send the news to the young master! This love, Yang Zifeng will return it in the next life!" Yang Zifeng stood on the parade platform, looked at the soldiers who were lining up with an indifferent expression, and whispered to Tie Zheng beside him.