Bei Mo's master interrupted Bei Molian excitedly and said, "Master, you don't know! Tu Zehuang cursed outside the camp for an afternoon, and General Lin just avoided him. He was so angry that Tu Zehuang threw the Xuan Iron Sphur to the ground!" Lin Miao bowed respectfully and said, "I just followed the strategy of the uncle of the junior teacher." Long Yubing nodded in a sigh of relief: "Very good, what is the effect you want! Death flow... Lin Miao, be honest, how is that Tu Zehuang's martial arts? Are you sure you can take his life with one move?"

Lin Miao smiled disapprovingly: "Uncle Master, as long as you give me the order, I can take down TuZehuang's head at any time." Bei Molian looked a little unnatural, and then looked at Lin Miao and Long Yubing silently. Long Yubing shook his head and said to Lin Miao: "Now you don't rush to take his head. Lin Miao, you have to do this..."

The next day, Lin Miao came to the two armies wearing beast-headed mail. In addition to the cooked copper spear in his hand, there were two jujube-wood spears on his back. Tu Zehuang, who had a beard on his face, couldn't help but shout loudly when he saw Lin Miao: "My surname is Lin! I escaped yesterday. Let's see where you run today!" Lin Miao strangled the black horse and snorted and carried the spear on his shoulders: "Tu Zehuang! You are just relying on the sharpness of the Xuan Iron Divine Soldier. You are still far from fighting alone in martial arts!"

Tu Zehuang yelled: "My surname is Lin! Don't think you can do anything with two more spears! Look at me not cutting off your head today!" As he said that, Tu Zehuang rushed towards Lin Miao with his horse's belly. The two fought for another forty or fifty rounds. The three spears on Lin Miao's hand and back were also cut into wooden sticks by Tu Zehuang's black iron halberd. Lin Miao threw a foot of wooden stick in his hand towards Tu Zehuang's face, and immediately pulled his horse to run towards the forward camp while he was dodging. Tu Zehuang could only watch Lin Miao run back to the camp.

Lin Miao returned to the camp and jumped off his horse, turned to the central tent of the vanguard camp and said, "Uncle Jung, is this OK?" Long Yubing, who was sitting in the middle of the central tent, nodded and said without joy or sorrow: "That's it! Tu Zehuang must think that your martial arts skills are not inferior to him. He can defeat you all thanks to the sharpness of the Black Iron Spherdes." Lin Miao glanced at Bei Mo Shi who was standing on the left of Long Yubing and asked, "Uncle Jung's meaning is that, now, there is no warrior in the Turks, who can ask for battle except Tu Zehuang?"

Long Yubing nodded, then slowly stood up and walked two steps: "As long as you are here, Tu Zehuang can only take action personally! Master Beimo." Beimo was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly retracted his gaze from Long Yubing's back, bowed a little embarrassedly and said, "Mr. Long, please speak." Long Yubing did not notice the strangeness of Lin Miao and Beimo's army, but just said to himself: "Please send a scout to keep a close eye on Tu Zehuang's food route. Once his food and grass are delivered to the camp, we will immediately send troops to capture his camp! It has been so many days, and his supplies should come."

After receiving the order, Beimo Shi left the tent. Lin Miao saw Long Yu Soldier sitting back on the chair in one breath, then pressed his forehead and shook his head. Mu Wushuang, who was standing on the right, hurriedly said, "Uncle Master, you have been too tired these two days, let's take a rest." Long Yubing nodded and closed his eyes. Lin Miao frowned and said, "Where is Mutuo, where is Bai Gongma?" Mu Wushuang looked at Long Yubing without raising his head and replied casually, "Senior Bai is going to find Beimo Lian, as if he wants to discuss military information."

Lin Miao looked at Long Yubing with a tired face, then looked at Mu Wushuang who had "bad intentions", and curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Mu Tou, can't you still see it? The Beimo family has already suspicious of us!" Mu Wushuang turned his head and looked at Lin Miao. Lin Miao turned around and looked outside the tent: "Sister Xiaoyu didn't come, right? Master, I ask you, is she taken down as a hostage?" Mu Wushuang stood up straight, lowered her eyebrows and looked at Lin Miao, and Lin Miao also looked at Mu Wushuang with a serious look on his face.

Long Yubing sighed softly and said slowly: "The dead hooligan is right... Alas, I'm going to make a plan to kill hooligan charge. Sister Luo will definitely be very good at leading the three armies." Mu Wushuang said with a tweet and said, "Did the prefect Beimo use the excuse to leave Xiaoyu to deal with us?" Long Yubing sat upright and whispered: "Well... he also kept a move. But don't worry, Xiaoyu must be safe before returning to the camp at noon. Wushuang, no matter what the afternoon, Xiaoyu must be with me, even if it's a fight with them. Now Senior Bai should be pleading for us... Tsk, I think so."

Lin Miao said without hesitation: "Minister, Bai Gaoming has to be careful. After all, Baidingshan Palace and our Jiujian Pavilion are deeply inseparable from the sea... Bei Molian sent Aunt Kailuo and detained Sister Xiaoyu. He should have started to cast a net." Mu Wushuang frowned for a moment, and then said to Long Yubing: "Minister, what do you think we should do?" Long Yubing looked at Mu Wushuang for a moment, but didn't say anything.

Lin Miao snorted and mocked, "Mu Tou, you are really concerned, it will be messy! The uncle of the junior master has a tough outside and soft inside. She can lead troops does not mean that she has the opinion of her own." Mu Wushuang looked at Lin Miao and said, "I have no opinion of the army yet? Mouse, what you said is wrong." Lin Miao immediately rolled his eyes to Mu Wushuang: "Mu Shu's strategy, without you, I and Bai Gaoming's support, she was both worried! I dare say that the uncle has already thought of various strategies, and she has just picked a strategy that is most suitable for the current situation and said it." As he said that, Lin Miao walked to Mu Wushuang, raised his head to look at Mu Wushuang and continued, "You don't look at how tired she has been these two days! Can't figure out the situation? Mu, you are such a elm head!"

After hearing Lin Miao say this, Mu Wushuang subconsciously looked down at Long Yubing. Sure enough, Long Yubing sat on the chair with his eyes blank, and his long and neat hair was a little messy. Mu Wushuang felt panic and then whispered: "Uncle Master, you..." Long Yubing waved his hand and whispered: "The dead hooligan said... Oh, I just think about things a lot, but I'm not that tired, haha... Then, you two have an idea, how can you pull Xiaoyu back to me? Sister Luo, I'm not worried. She just needs not to kill people casually..."
Chapter completed!