"Papa~"

Su Chen's two slaps woke up the unconscious Mo Lingjun.

The latter opened his eyes, and what he saw was the faces of Su Chen and King Zhao.

Immediately, his eyes widened, and he just wanted to shout, but he found that his mouth had been blocked at this time.

It can only make a silent sound.

"Be honest, now I ask you what you answer, you can't shout, do you understand?"

That Mo Lingjun didn't react to Su Chen's words, he still stared at his eyes and kept shouting.

Su Chen frowned, and the short blade in his hand fell instantly.

One of Mo Lingjun's fingers fell off his palm.

"Hmm!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly appeared on Mo Lingjun's forehead, and he looked extremely painful.

Su Chen spoke again.

"I'll give you another chance, I'll ask you to answer."

This time, Mo Lingjun nodded.

Su Chen tore off the strip of cloth from the mouth of the Mo Lingjun, and then asked.

"Let me ask you, what did those troops do just now?"

"The prince sent troops to attack Jiangnan Province, and those soldiers went to Jiangnan Province."

Sure enough, without King Zhao's guess, the madman really planned to start a war.

Su Chen nodded and asked again.

"Let me ask you, is Zao Wou-Ki dead?"

Su Chen thought that the person who said the name directly was probably unknown, so he continued to speak.

"It's the two of us who came together."

The Mo Lingjun shook his head, and then spoke.

"No, I breathe a sigh of relief, but the prince plans to kill him tonight and then find someone to send him to King Zhao's mansion."

"Not dead?"

Su Chen turned his head and glanced at King Zhao, seeing a look of surprise in the latter's eyes.

Then he asked the Mo Lingjun.

"Where is that person now?"

"At the place where the Moling Army is stationed."

Hearing this, Su Chen's brows furrowed.

"How many people are there in the station now?"

"Not much, in order to find you, the prince has mobilized the entire Moling army, divided into three garrisons to look for you in a carpet manner, and now there are less than 100 people left in the western position."

Su Chen stood up and glanced at King Zhao, who did not speak, but looked at the bound Mo Lingjun, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

And Su Chen didn't have a soft hand, and directly pinched the latter's neck with his hand.

With a "click", the man's head tilted to the side weakly.

Su Chen will definitely not be the slightest softer towards the enemy, if he lets the other party seize the opportunity, he will definitely kill himself without the slightest hesitation.

Su Chen turned his head to King Zhao and said.

"We are now less than a day's journey away from Jiangnan Road, if we continue to move forward and wait until we return to Jiangnan Road tomorrow afternoon, it will be completely safe, whether we can save Zao Wou-Ki or not, you have the final say."

King Zhao nodded almost without the slightest hesitation.

"Zao Wou-Ki has been following me for many years, and I won't let go of any opportunity, but it's just taking some risks, how can I not go?"

Su Chen nodded, in fact, what he wanted was to let King Zhao run by himself first, and then he would go alone to save Zao Wou-ki.

But after thinking about it, I still didn't feel at ease with Zao Wou-Ki.

So Su Chen and the others turned around and headed towards the west, and after walking for about three hours, the sky was slightly bright.

The two of them hid behind a tree, and in front of them was a camp with tents of various sizes.

Among them, you can also see several armor-clad Mo Ling soldiers shuttling through it.

In the center of the camp was an iron cage in which a bloodied man was lying.

Su Chen and King Zhao glanced at each other, and Su Chen clearly saw a cold killing intent in King Zhao's eyes.

Su Chen whispered to King Zhao.

"Lord, just wait here."

After speaking, Su Chen leaned over and touched the camp.

Su Chen's eyes kept scanning the center of the camp, no one was patrolling, most of them were doing their own thing.

Now there were only a dozen people in Su Chen's eyes, but Su Chen didn't know if there were still people sleeping in the tent in the camp.

If there were only a dozen people in the entire camp, Su Chen would have enough confidence to kill them all and save Zao Wou-Ki.

Su Chen thought for a moment, then his eyes narrowed slightly and walked towards the torches standing in the camp.

After a while, smoke billowed from the place where the grain and grass were piled up in the camp.

"It's water, it's water!"

"Quick, put out the fire!"

Su Chen looked at the Mo Ling army who came out of the camp one after another, and made an estimate in his heart.

The entire camp did not add up to two hundred people, which was not a tricky one.

But I'm afraid that the Mo Ling Army, who was patrolling outside, will suddenly come back, and then it will be considered a turtle in an urn.

Su Chen's figure was hidden behind a haystack, and at this time, an army of Mo Ling passed by carrying a bucket of water.

Su Chen's eyes were cold, and a hand suddenly reached out, choking the man's throat.

Pulling him in front of him, Su Chen didn't give him a chance to open his mouth and shout.

The short blade of his left hand stabbed directly into the man's chest.

Blood splattered, and the man suddenly lost his breath.

Su Chen glanced around and found that no one noticed his actions and was busy putting out the fire.

Then he took off the armor from the man's body and replaced it with his own body.

In this way, Su Chen swaggered out from behind the haystack and entered the camp.

The short blade hid in his hand, picked up a torch at random, and then lit two more places.

For a while, the entire camp was full of fires, making the already chaotic camp even more chaotic.

Su Chen went straight to the iron cage in the center and saw two guards next to him.

Su Chen took the initiative to talk and spoke.

"Brother two, how can you say this inexplicable fire can catch fire?"

"Who knows, why don't you go to put out the fire?"

Another guard spoke.

"And I see how you are so angry, I've never seen you before."

Su Chen smiled, and then his eyes froze.

The short blade in his hand instantly poked out, "forehead ......"

The sharp short blade smeared on a person's neck, and blood instantly sealed the throat.

He fell straight to the ground.

The other person was just about to draw his sword, and Su Chen's short blade was rapidly enlarged in his eyes.

"Bang."

As the other person fell to the ground, Su Chen took the key from his waist.

Quickly opened the iron cage and dragged the half-dead Zao Wou-Ki out inside.

At this moment, someone finally found him.

"Enemy attack!"

For a while, many Mo Ling troops came towards Su Chen.

"Quick!"

King Zhao's voice came into Su Chen's ears, and Su Chen looked up.

I saw that King Zhao was struggling to lead two horses and waved to him.

"Let's go!"

Su Chen didn't drag in the slightest, and directly threw Zhao Wuji on the horse's back.

Then let King Zhao also ride on the horse, and he picked up a spear from the ground, and then got on another horse.

"Lord Wang, you go first."