In a huge storm, as Princess Zhaohua's blood soaked on the military flag of the Death Camp, everything settled. The western border army once again saw the arrogance of the Death Camp, and there were countless envy, jealousy and hatred. However, for Qin Feng, all this seemed to be as unrelated as the clouds in the sky. Whether it was the princess' blood or the blood of ordinary soldiers, it was red, and the princess' blood might not be more fragrant or even red. In fact, being able to apply Yang Zhi's blood on the military flag would make him happier, but Qin Feng also knew that this was just thinking about it.

Yang Zhihui returned to the capital with a head-on and belly-faced carriage. He really didn't have the face to stay any longer. Moreover, his face was really bad now. Qin Feng's symmetrical playing style on both sides made his face swollen and bruised. It would definitely not be eliminated without ten days or half a month. Shu Chang had a way, but he refused to treat it. Give a life-saving pill to prevent this unlucky child from being injured internally because he really couldn't afford to offend him in the backstage.

The horse can't be ridden, so he can only stay in the carriage and go back in a mess. As for whether he will find a way to take revenge when he goes back, Qin Feng doesn't care. As soon as he is in the army, even if Yang Xiang wants to punish him, he will not be easy to reach in. Even if he has great magical powers, Qin Feng is in the Death Camp. He does work today and not tomorrow, and how can he do it? As long as he can win battles one by one and make contributions to the head coach, no matter who is the boss of the western border army, he will turn a blind eye. As a result, when it comes to promotion and wealth, Qin Feng has never thought about it.

Just imagine a person who lives today and doesn’t know if there is any tomorrow. How tempting will it be for him to get promoted and get rich? In Qin Feng’s words, it’s really a big deal. At worst, you can just slap your butt and go to the world to travel around the world and become a thief. You’re afraid of being so bad, you can still drink a big bowl of wine and eat a big piece of meat until one day, hidden dangers completely break out, and you kick your legs and go to the King of Hell to drink and spank him.

After the storm, the western border troops also returned to peace. Everyone began to prepare for the expedition, especially the bait of the death camp. All the previous preparations were done in vain. Now, there was no time left in time, so they could only cross the river by feeling the stones and take one step at a time. Qin Feng hated the most, and it was the most unhappy point in his heart. If a war was not prepared in the early stage and the brave won purely by meeting the narrow road, he could only stop being able to be as lucky as that army. The big men in the court slapped their heads and a new plan was released, but they didn't know that the people at the bottom were not just running and breaking their legs. Maybe they would be blood flowing into a river.

The wild dog was seriously injured. Although it was not fatal, it was inevitable that this battle would not be able to participate. Zhang Xiaomao Zhang Xiaozheng, who had to stay in the Death Camp for several days, had to go back in a depressed state. Although he had only suffered some external injuries, Zuo Lixing, the boss of the Western Frontier Army, was very unhappy about his performance in this incident. He was obviously unstable. He ordered and was promoted to the position of deputy lieutenant of the Zhuifeng Camp on the grounds that Zhang Xiaomao was injured and could not lead troops to fight. He led the Zhuifeng Camp to fight, while Zhang Xiaomao stayed behind to recuperate.

Zhang Xiaomao suffered this loss and was depressed. Everyone knew that this time, except for the unknown future and the life of the Death Camp, the credit for the other battalions was probably the same as they picked it up, but he couldn't pick it up. Now the army is about to set off, and he has to go back to handle the handover with his former deputy. Now the deputy lieutenant must have had his eyes laughed like a slit. When Zhang Xiaomao left, his resentful eyes made Qin Feng's scalp numb, and he kicked Zhang Xiaomao, who was in a daze, out of the tent.

The wild dog could no longer work, so his team could only be temporarily led by Qin Feng himself. The team that had been playing the vanguard had joined Qin Feng's personal soldiers and became the central army, while the scissors became the vanguard, and the monk was still cut off.

"This time we are bait. To put it bluntly, we are going to give it to the enemy. No matter how we live or die, we have to care about ourselves. So this time, it is not a question of how many enemies' heads are cut, but how to get as many people as possible back." In Qin Feng's tent, he knocked on the table and reminded Monk Hua that when this boy knew that he was going to fight again, he ran to the nearest Jingzhi Guanzhong every day and hang out with the brothel girl there. After a few days, his eyes were sunken and dark circles appeared. A layer of hair grew on his scalp, which was originally green on his head, which was connected to the beard on his face. Those incense scars were invisible.

In the words of scissors, this monk Hua will die sooner or later on a woman's belly.

The monk was going to go to war tomorrow. The monk was hanging out all day and ran into Qin Feng's tent at the spot. Qin Feng stipulated that if he missed the time, he would not lose his head and be beaten. The monk still understood this very well. However, after entering the tent, he immediately became weak and his head was lit up and down. He did not understand what Qin Feng was saying, but because he was overdrawing his body and was resting his sleep.

Qin Feng always thought that this guy was a weird guy. No matter how he was trying to do something with women, this monk Hua always became active again after two or three days of rest. His ability in a certain aspect is really better than that of ordinary people. If this monk Hua doesn't join the army, he will definitely be a good player in being a duck when he goes out. Qin Feng has always maliciously thought about what the situation would be when the monk did this.

"The task given to us by the superior is to discover the enemy's main force and get entangled with it for more than three days before we can run away." Qin Feng knocked on the table. Because he didn't knock on the table, the monk's eyelids would immediately close. He could only use the knock on the table to make the guy feel more awake.

"This job is not easy to do. Everyone knows that although we have always won more than defeats when fighting the Western Qin people, the Western Qin people have always won't be able to bother with them. Although we are the pioneers every time, there are always a large group of people following us. This time, he is fighting alone. If the Western Qin people find out that they are fooled, they will definitely chase us like mad dogs, so it is not easy for us to run away this time."

"Qin Tou, just tell me what should we do?" The monk was so troubled by the sound of Qin Feng constantly pounding on the table that he couldn't sleep well. He thought it would be better to let Qin Touer finish the assignment soon, so he could make up for the sleep. Anyway, Qin Tou had done all the plans in every battle, and they just copied it.

"This time, our first purpose is to make the enemy believe that we are preparing to fight them, and the second purpose is to run away immediately after fighting two fights with the enemy. Therefore, we don't want anything that is not conducive to running away. So this time, every soldier brings his own food and has no logistics."

"Ah?" The monk and scissors were both stunned, and even the monk who had been in poor spirits became a little more awake.

"According to ten days, each person brings the food they eat. It takes three days to march on the road, one to three days of contact with the enemy, and the remaining three days will run back. In fact, for us, this battle only has a nine-day cycle, and one more day is to prepare for unexpected situations to occur. However, since the superiors are so confident, there will be no accidents. In short, everyone will run back ten days later, and the credit is complete. Zuo Shuai said, and he will still record the first merit for us. If you set another first merit and scissors, you can wash yourself white. Monk, you will only have one merit. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Both of them nodded excitedly. Only those who were prisoners of sin would desire a normal life. Although Scissors were a murderer, they were understandable. They met a fairly good law officer. The crime was lighter than the monk. Monk Hua committed a crime that both humans and gods were angry. If the punishment came, it would naturally be more serious. Therefore, although the monk entered the Death Camp earlier than Scissors and made more contributions, he probably would have to stay in the Death Camp for several years than Scissors. Of course, if he could survive until then.

"Tell me brothers, you are all more refined. Let me go to bed early today. I will make a fire and cook at the third day of tomorrow. I will set off at the fourth day of the day. Monk, I warn you, you must dare to go out again tonight. I cut you and send you to be a father-in-law. Do you believe it?"

Hearing Qin Feng's threat, the monk subconsciously reached out to cover the gear and shook his head repeatedly. "Of course I won't go out, I will definitely not go out."

The scissors smiled gloomyly: "I know that the monk's war horse is a mare!"

After dropping this sentence, the scissors pressed the table, and then rolled over and came out of the big tent. With a bang, the monk's fist hammered the bench where the scissors were sitting in two pieces.

"If I break my stool, I will deduct your monthly salary as compensation." Qin Feng laughed, and the monk opened his mouth. A stool was only a few dollars. The deputy lieutenant paid a month for twenty taels of silver. But he dared not bargain, because a mouth might turn into two months' salary. He walked out with a sigh, missing a month's salary. After this battle, the girls' faces would definitely not look good.

Looking at the monk's back, the wild dog half lying on the ground suddenly said, "What does scissors mean to say this? Could it be that the monk has really made his war horse?"
Chapter completed!