The bonfire was burning under the moonlight. The soldiers who were supposed to be on guard actually sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered their heads and slept. The scattered shacks were scattered in the valley. Here, it was like a refugee camp and more like a military camp.

The scene in front of us made the elites from the Thunder Army look down on their opponents. They have always been known for their strict military discipline. It is hard for them to imagine how such a unit made the Qin border army look shy when they heard it. In summary, or just one thing is to say, our border army is really bad!

There was no need for Zheng Xiao to arrange it anymore. These elite Thunder Army immediately formed battle groups one by one and rushed towards the scattered shacks. Those traitors of the Chu people should be sleeping soundly in the shacks, dreaming, right? Just a charge, the battle will end.

This is the idea of ​​all the Thunder Army soldiers, and of course, Zheng Xiao's idea.

Of course, the first attack was always the crossbowmen in the team. The whistling arrows rushed towards the soldiers of the death camp sitting on the ground and were sleeping. The other party fell down in response to the collision, but there was no terrible cry as imagined. Under the hazy moonlight, those people fell to the ground, without struggling or blood.

"The straw man!" The soldier who rushed to the front exclaimed.

Zheng Xiao's heart suddenly sank.

With a bang, the burning bonfire exploded, and sparks splashed everywhere in the sky, and lines of fire spread rapidly on the ground. The bang and explosion continued to sound. With these explosions, balls of smoke surged from the ground and spread rapidly in the valley.

Zheng Xiao was frightened to see his soldiers slumped to the ground one by one in the smoke, their bodies constantly twisted and howled in pain.

"Poisonous!" He suddenly realized, "The smoke is poisonous, hold your breath and run to the wind!"

But this is Wild Wolf Valley, a closed place on three sides. They have no other choice except to retreat.

After he fell into a trap, the other party had already prepared and set up such a vicious trap. They were waiting for him to come.

Looking at the valley entrance, Zheng Xiao suddenly stopped. His martial arts skills were extremely high, so he naturally stopped whenever he said that, but behind him, the soldiers who were fleeing outside in a mess did not have such ability. When Zheng Xiao stopped, the forced brakes behind him immediately rushed together, and the people were overturned.

The rolling smoke continued to flow, and the soldiers behind were panicked and kept pushing their companions in front of them, for a moment, in chaos.

What forced Zheng Xiao to stop was rows of black armored soldiers and the iron swords raised high in the valley entrance. Black iron helmets and iron armor, black iron swords, and black demons.

Before the soldiers, there were two people standing, both black armored and black swords. If they were standing in the crowd, they would be no different from all the soldiers in the suicide camp. One of them was Zhang Xiaozheng, who had met several times, and was nicknamed Kitten.

But who is the person in front of him? Zhang Xiaomao actually stood behind him with discipline?

Seeing Zheng Xiao and his Thunder Army appear, Zhang Xiaomao raised his iron knife high: "I'm there!" He shouted loudly.

"Invincible!" Behind him, hundreds of iron-armored soldiers responded in unison, because their voices seemed dull because of the mask on their heads.

Amid the roar, Zhang Xiaomao pointed at the front of her long sword, and hundreds of black-armored soldiers began to move forward, and a terrifying pressure immediately rushed towards Zheng Xiao on the opposite side like a tide.

With a loud roar, Zheng Xiao raised the spear in his hand and stomped his feet hard on the ground. The whole person and the spear turned into a meteor and stabbed directly at the black-armored general standing in front. There is no doubt that this person is the top of the head of the suicide camp now, or the second-person figure of the suicide camp in their mouths. Doctor Shu Chang, killing him, or even turning around.

Zheng Xiao is a high-level eighth master. In his mind, the only one who can fight him at this moment is Zhang Xiaozheng and Zhang Xiaomao. But Zhang Xiaomao is just a level seven warrior.

What came to meet was not Zhang Xiaomao, but the man in black standing in front. Hei Chang drew an arc in the air and accurately hit the spear that was flying like a meteor.

There was a slight sound, and the sound was extremely light, but it sounded like a bolt from the blue when he heard it. His Baixuan Steel Spear was cut off in the first round of the fight.

The black knife that cut off the spear did not stop at all, but still slashed straight towards his chest. The sharp momentum made Zheng Xiao almost breathless.

Unstoppable! This thought came up in his mind like lightning, a level nine master! The second thought made Zheng Xiao sweat in his body. Most of the gun rod was pulled back like lightning, and he tried his best to point it on the oncoming blade. The sound was like a crack of silk. His long spear was cut into two halves by his opponent's iron knife.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Zheng Xiao turned forward and retreated, and turned over and fell back into his own soldiers in a row in a row of somersaults in the air. At this time, his soldiers were also rushing forward desperately. Behind him was the thick smoke rolling in, and in front of him was a sword formation composed of rows of sharp blades, but if they were asked to choose, they would still choose to face the sword formation without hesitation.

Before Zheng Xiao could come back to his senses, the black demon came into the air again. Wherever he passed, soldiers from the Thunder Army were shot away from a distance like a scarecrow. In front of the black armored people, these soldiers were powerless to stop them.

The originally neat storm formation was suddenly in a mess under the impact of the black-armored people, and the waves of sword lights rushed towards them immediately rolled them all in. The sound of the blades entering the flesh and the shrill howling sounded across the mouth of the Wild Wolf Valley.

After turning his hands and pulling out the sword on his waist, Zheng Xiao's face turned bleak. He could not imagine how the suicide camp, which was like a dog, had a level nine master. Seeing his soldiers being cut on the ground by rows of swords on the opposite side, he stared at the black armored man, but what he was thinking about was the confidant of Bian who had died one after another on the battlefield of the opposing Chu.

"Deng Pu, is it you? Why pretend to be a ghost?" In the Western Region, there were only two level nine masters who could know now, one was Deng Pu and the other was An Ruhai. But An Ruhai would never be in a relationship with the Death Camp. Only Deng Pu would plot against him so sinisterly.

The other party's steps slowed down and he was obviously a little surprised. But in Zheng Xiao's eyes, it was exactly what he guessed correctly. "Deng Pu, you are the shame of the Qin Dynasty! Even if I die, I will turn into a ghost and turn into a fierce ghost, I will come to you to take my life!"

Amid his stern shout, the black-armored man on the opposite side shook his head and slowly lifted up his mask: "Zheng Xiao, you recognized the wrong person."

Zheng Xiao was stunned and looked at the young face opposite him, the face younger than him.

"Who are you?" He held the hilt tightly.

"My name is Qin Feng. The boss of the Death Camp."

"Impossible, Qin Feng would have died long ago." Zheng Xiao looked at the other party in disbelief.

"The dead will not stand in front of you." Qin Feng looked at his opponent, "I'm sorry, as part of the deal, you all must die here today."

"Trade?" Zheng Xiao looked at Qin Feng and said miserably: "Deng Pu is indeed colluding with you."

Qin Feng nodded, "You shouldn't have come. If you don't come, we can't do anything to you. Deng Pu also has no choice. He can't kill you publicly, and I can't go to Jingjing to lock you in front of tens of thousands of troops to assassinate you. But when you come, this is your life. We need your life in exchange for a promise from Deng Pu."

Zheng Xiao didn't know what this promise was, but he understood that today was probably the last day he was in this world. He took a deep breath, raised the long knife in his hand, and rushed towards Qin Feng opposite him with a roar.

With a series of crisp sounds of warriors, Zheng Xiao was once again shocked from a distance and hit a pine tree heavily. The pine needles on the tree fell like rain. He saw in pain that the soldiers he brought were already falling under the impact of the opponent, and now there was not much left. Under the attack of the black-armored people on the opposite side, it was already a matter of time before the entire army was destroyed.

Qin Feng followed like a shadow. When the pine needle just fell, it had arrived in front of Zheng Xiao. Zheng Xiao was powerless to fight back. He leaned against the pine tree stud and looked at Qin Feng with his eyes blankly. From full of confidence, a passion to the destruction of the entire army, it was less than a stick of incense.

The palm of his hand approached Zheng Xiao's chest.

"Sorry!" Qin Feng spitted out these two words lowly, and his palm force spitted. Zheng Xiao uh, blood flowed out between his seven orifices. His head tilted, and his eyes were open and he looked forward, but he was already shocked by Qin Feng.

At the top of the wild wolf valley, Shu Chang held the wild dog. The two of them looked at the battle at the bottom of the valley. The wild dog was a little angry: "Doctor, you are so sinister. When we were fighting in the past, we didn't see you using such means. If we were to use it, we would be much easier to win. How could we die of many brothers!"

Shu Chang flattened her mouth: "Eating a lamp grass is lightweight. Such a calculation requires a specific terrain condition, such as this Wolf Valley, and you must know clearly that the enemy will come and make all arrangements in advance. Didn't you see that we were busy all afternoon today? On the empty battlefield, such a method is useless. A gust of wind comes. Do you know where the fog will blow, and it may hurt your own people at that time. And is this useful to the large army? At best, it will work in a small range. Think about the battles you fought before, and that's when you can use such means?"

The wild dog tilted his head and thought for a while, scratched his head, "It seems to be true."

"This kind of example has not been before, and I am afraid it will not appear in the future. Besides, those things are not fatal, they just make people have difficulty breathing and weak hands and feet in a short period of time. Do you think the fatal poison is so easy to extract."
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