Looking at the Qing army camp in front of him, there was some unexpected noise and hustle, but Bian Long never imagined what had happened? Or maybe he would never know what had happened? The only thing he might know was that Wen Yunfeng would leave his world forever, whether he would be alive, dead, or immortal? Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Bian Long was a little hesitant, after all, there was an army of 100,000 in front of him, after all, he was going to die, everyone's hearts were more or less throbbing, and it was beyond the reach of ordinary people to stand here quietly.

Bian Long slowly turned around and looked at the boundless night behind him, there are too many things in that direction, since he is going to die for that city, then this city must also be his love in this life, life is full of contradictions, and you can never have what you have for it!

Bian Long smiled, he only used a smile to cheer himself up, a simple smile can dispel some tension and fear, even if it is reluctant. This may be the last time he looked back, so he looked at it for a long time, and finally he turned his head and put away his smile and drove towards the Qing army camp where the fire was bright and the people were buzzing.

After entering the camp of the Qing army, Bian Long was also very careful, dodging and walking in the narrow corridor connected to the tent. But to his surprise, he didn't find a single Qing soldier along the way, which seemed very abnormal, and he had to wonder if there was a trap ahead.

The noise in his ears has never stopped, but no matter how noisy the sound is, it is very faint, it is difficult for Bian Long to hear clearly, and he does not have the time and heart to listen carefully, maybe when he hears the sound of killing clearly, he will not have the courage to go further.

The farther he went, the closer he got to the place where the cannons were placed, the slower and more cautious Bian Long's footsteps became, and finally he approached the clearing, the cannons covered in red cloth.

Looking at the cannon in front of him, Bian Long was also overjoyed, it was so easy to find a place to place the cannon and there was no one to guard it here, which had to make Bian Long suspicious again. He stepped forward, and by the faint light of the fire he saw the broken arrows on the ground, and the pool of bright red blood that was about to clot.

Bian Long quietly looked at the blood stains on the ground and muttered to himself, "What happened here?" ”

Bian Long shook his head, although he was very puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it, maybe after thinking about it, he could find some clues, but after all, in the face of life and death, success and failure, how could he calm down and think carefully?

Bian Long walked forward quickly to uncover the red cloth covering the cannon, looking at a cannon that was as stable as Mount Tai, as solid as a rock, and as powerful as King Kong, Bian Long couldn't help but be impressed, and said with emotion: "So one day your soldiers will come to the city, maybe the border city will be razed to the ground in an instant, I will never let such a thing happen, it is really terrible!"

With that, Bian Long took out the fire fold and gunpowder he was carrying, and looked around. Until now, Bian Long still hasn't let down the vigilance in his heart, after all, all this is much easier than he imagined, some things may not be so complicated, but simplicity comes at a price.

Bian Long lit the gunpowder fuse with a fire fold, and in the flash of sparks, Bian Long muttered to himself: "Heaven helps Bian City, no matter how the road goes in the future? At least at this moment, the heavens still favor us." ”

The fuse was about to burn out, Bian Long put the gunpowder that was about to explode between several cannons, he still gave himself some time to escape, since there is no need to die, it is better to live!

Bian Long's distant back slowly disappeared into the night, and a loud rumbling sound was accompanied by bursts of light that pierced the night, Bian Long looked back at everything that happened behind him from time to time, he smiled, he should also laugh, he successfully completed the mission and survived.

After that, he will definitely think about today's events, but now the most important thing he should do is to run for his life, it is not difficult to escape in the Qing army camp where there are no pursuers and no interception, even Bian Long himself did not think that he could survive, and he would never think that he could survive because someone died for him.

Surrounded by the Qing army, the exhausted Wen Yunfeng looked a little pitiful and desperate, but he still kept smiling, because he knew that his death must be meaningful!

Yong Zhan slowly walked to Wen Yunfeng's side and said: "Why should Wen Daxia, you are a human being and not a god, now anyone here can kill you, you are the famous Beigu Sword Ancestor, the number one swordsman in the world, what a pity! I am really a little reluctant!"

The loud rumbling sound also reached here, and the Qing soldiers also heard it, and their eyes slowly moved in the direction of the Qing camp to place the cannons, they didn't know what was happening, but from their surprised and confused eyes, it was not difficult to see that they had a premonition.

Yong Zhan also looked in the direction of the loud noise, he put away his smile and pride and looked in that direction quietly, listening to the loud noise slowly getting bigger and closer and slowly getting smaller and drifting away, Yong Zhan's eyes became more and more sad and sad, which showed his psychological journey at this moment. Wen Yunfeng still kept a smile, he should be the one who knows this matter best, and the current result is exactly what he thinks, so he should laugh!

Yong Zhan slowly turned around and looked at Wen Yunfeng, and Wen Yunfeng also looked at Yong Zhan. Wen Yunfeng's eyes are always so clear and transparent, even in the face of death, he is the same, and Yong Zhan's eyes are full of doubts, incomprehension and remorse, he should know what happened but he doesn't know how to face it? Maybe losing a few cannons is nothing to him, the reason why he is sad is because he is a victorious general and cannot tolerate failure.

Yong Zhan hated and lost, tore Wen Yunfeng's clothes on his shoulders and asked angrily, "You tell me that's not true! That can't be true!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said: "There is indeed an ancient saying in the Central Plains called 'outnumbered', but there is also an ancient saying in the Central Plains called 'Praying mantis catches cicadas, yellow finches are behind', you know a lot about the culture of the Central Plains, but you have never understood the most true thing, not my race and can talk about culture!"

Yong Zhan let go of Wen Yunfeng and took a few steps back, easing his grief and indignation, after all, this battle had just begun, but Yong Zhan also knew very well in his heart that this battle would never be as simple as he imagined.

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "Who destroyed the cannon?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "You should know who it is, that person is standing in front of you!"

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "You're begging for death." ”

Wen Yunfeng said: "What do you have to do with living and dying? The only thing you can do is to trap me, I am not dead yet, so I can still decide my own death." ”

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "Wen Daxia won't be naïve to think that you have won, right?"

Wen Yunfeng looked at the Qing soldiers around him, smiled and said, "Destroying your housekeeping cannon in front of a hundred thousand troops, can't this be called a win?"

Yong Zhan said: "You don't have to provoke me, I am not determined not to kill you!"

As soon as Yong Zhan's words came out, not only did the lieutenant generals on the left and right not understand, but even Wen Yunfeng himself did not expect that this was almost an impossible decision for ordinary people to make, this decision happened without any warning or reason, since it came out of Yong Zhan's mouth, he couldn't take it back.

Wen Yunfeng asked suspiciously, "I heard you right, right?"

Yong Zhan waved his hand and signaled the soldiers to disperse, although the soldiers were sad and indignant in their hearts, but the military orders were like mountains and only dispersed.

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "You can go!"

Wen Yunfeng looked around, it was already easy for the other party to kill him, and there was no need to set a trap anymore, thinking of this, Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Then I will leave!"

Yong Zhan said: "You go! If I can't defeat you with your culture, I'm always a little unwilling!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and didn't respond to anything, limping towards the direction of home.

Looking at Wen Yunfeng's back, the two lieutenant generals on the left and right hurriedly walked to Yong Zhan's side and asked, "General, what do you mean by this? Isn't this letting the tiger return to the mountain?"

Yongzhan said confidently: "I have my own plan. ”

After that, Yong Zhan leaned into the ears of the two lieutenants and muttered these things, as if he was explaining something, because the two lieutenants kept nodding their heads, and the sadness on their faces gradually turned into smiles.