Another lieutenant Xiong Qi said: "I heard from a few thousand commanders that this person's name is Ye Chen, and he is not yet twenty years old. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Ye Chen, when did such a figure appear in the Zilin Army, how could Ben General never have heard of it?" Zhang Lingyuan's face turned grim, and his eyes became extremely puzzled.

Deputy General Yan Mingqiu nodded and said, "It's also the first time I've heard of this person. By the way, this person was mentioned in the intelligence of the Ouyang family, he was indeed a recruit this year, and he was promoted to the forbidden army soon after joining the Zilin Army, but he didn't expect to become a commander so soon. However, judging from the information provided by the Ouyang family, this person does not have a deep background, so he may have some adventures. ”

"What kind of cultivation is this person? Could it be that he has reached the Spirit Bone Realm before he is twenty years old?" is this unlikely!" Zhang Lingyuan kept asking, as if he was talking to himself.

Deputy General Xiong Qi's face was slightly stiff, and he said a little unconfidently: "According to what those thousand commanders said, this person's cultivation seems to only be the seventh layer of the Spirit Blood Realm. ”

"What?" Zhang Lingyuan was furious when he heard this, "A hairy boy at the seventh layer of the Spirit Blood Realm has forced my Ming Vanguard Army to such a point, I want to see what he is capable of?"

Zhang Lingyuan's anger silenced several lieutenant generals, and no one dared to reply for a while.

After a while, Zhang Lingyuan's eyes showed a cold light, and he said coldly: "Yan Mingqiu, don't you have an elite squad under you that is specifically responsible for assassination, I think it's time for them to make a move." ”

Yan Mingqiu's spirits perked up when he heard this, and he got up and said, "Lord Commander is wise, the Blood Eagle Team will definitely live up to its mission and bring Ye Chen's head back!"

"Don't talk big about it yet, bring the head back and then talk about it, this commander is waiting for your good news!" Zhang Lingyuan waved his hand, and Yan Mingqiu immediately withdrew from the camp tent and walked towards his big tent.

Soon, an elite squad of twenty people sneaked out of the camp of the Ming Army and sneaked towards the camp of the Zilin Army.

At the same time, an arrow eagle descended from the sky, bringing the latest order from the top of the Ming army.

The Arrow Eagle is an extremely ferocious spirit bird, fast as lightning and extremely powerful. Among the armies of several nearby counties, only the Ming army dared to use this fierce bird as a communication tool.

The arrow eagle roared and fell from the sky, ignoring the Ming soldiers below, and rushed straight into the commander's tent.

Seeing the arrival of the arrow eagle, several lieutenants all showed a trace of jealousy, and subconsciously became wary of this arrow eagle that was transmitted, lest it suddenly burst out and hurt people.

Zhang Lingyuan's face was calm, and as soon as his right arm was raised, the arrow eagle landed on his arm.

This arrow eagle is not too big, just a little larger than an ordinary eagle falcon, but a pair of eyes exude a sharp arrow-like essence, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling, and its grade has reached the level of a fourth-level spirit bird!

Zhang Lingyuan nodded slightly, and the arrow eagle opened its beak and spit out a thumb-sized object, and he casually twisted it open, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

The lieutenants looked at each other, not knowing what they meant for a while, but they didn't dare to ask more.

"The general can't withstand the pressure of the county king's mansion, and is ready to send troops to Feng County. Zhang Lingyuan frowned and pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"What?" the lieutenants suddenly looked annoyed when they heard this.

"We have just started to attack Zilin County, and they are going to force the general to use troops against Feng County, this is for fear that we will steal the first credit!"

"The strength of the Wind County is several points stronger than that of the Purple Forest County, and it is better to send troops to the Wind County than to concentrate on taking the Purple Forest County. ”

Zhang Lingyuan frowned and said: "Taking Zilin County first and then annexing Feng County has always been the strategy of the great general, if it goes well, the general will naturally occupy the first credit! But now it seems that those civil officials in the county king's mansion don't seem to want the general to monopolize this merit!"

"According to the summons a few days ago, isn't the General's Mansion going to send us reinforcements?" said an adjutant in an angry voice.

Zhang Lingyuan shook his head and sighed, "According to the original plan, it was originally to send 200,000 troops to oppress the border of Zilin County, but due to the intervention of those civil officials in the county king's mansion, the reinforcements of our troops were only 50,000, and the remaining 150,000 people all marched to Changserling through Yaoshui to attack Feng County. ”

"How can this be reasonable! We have been stationed here for a year at great length, and all our efforts have not been in vain?" A lieutenant general stood up, his face flushed with anger, and the crowd was agitated, and they were all furious.

Zhang Lingyuan shook his head and sighed: "The military order is like a mountain, since the general has decided to send troops to Fengjun, this matter can no longer be changed." We can't manage so much, the reinforcements will arrive in three days, and when the time comes, we will kill the Zilin Army without leaving a piece of armor!"

"Yes, kill them without leaving a piece of armor!"

"Hmph! You must let those civil officials see, interlacing is like separating mountains, and laymen command insiders, that won't work!"

"Let them know that only by taking Zilin County and then strengthening Wind County is the right way!"

Zhang Lingyuan said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid it's not so simple, even if the other army can't take Fengjun, this account still has to be recorded on the head of the general." ”

"Damn, these civil officials really eat people and don't spit out bones!"

......

Ye Chen sat alone in the tent, took out a heavenly treasure and the best elixir to purify and refine, and silently improved his cultivation.

Before the war, his realm had already reached the late seventh layer of the Spirit Blood Realm, and after this battle, the large amount of heavenly and earthly treasures and pill essences he had previously absorbed were further fused with his physical body.

Unconsciously, his cultivation had reached the peak of the seventh layer of the Spirit Blood Realm, and he was only one step away from the Great Perfection Realm.

In the middle of the night, dark clouds cover the night sky, and a strong night breeze suddenly blows in the mountains, and the air is filled with a thick coolness, as if a heavy rain is coming.

Ye Chen, who was cross-legged and closed, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an excited expression.

He walked quickly to the outside of the tent, found a place on a slightly higher ground at the edge of the camp and sat contemplatively, silently feeling the endless wind power between heaven and earth.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and although the power of the wind is ethereal, it is real.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are the four most common natural phenomena, although ordinary but unusual, containing a certain mystery of heaven and earth, which can be described as mysterious and mysterious.

Among these four powers, rain is made up of water vapor, which can nourish all things when it falls from the sky, and can merge into small streams, rivers and even the sea; thunder is strong and fierce, enough to split mountains and break rivers; and the power of electricity is incomparably fast, and the so-called lightning is a symbol of speed.

However, among these four forces, the power of the wind is the most subtle.

Compared with the so-called "good water" in the cultivation world, the subtlety of the power of the wind lies in the formlessness and substancelessness, the yin to the soft, but the mad to the fierce.