"You, what's wrong with you?"

The King of Beirong was having a headache trying to figure out the intention of the black crow army to suppress the territory. He was planning to ask this Chu State think tank what the current situation was like. When he looked back, he saw that the young envoy was acting like a

The frail and pale man who was not recovering from a serious illness looked even more frightened than them.

No, the dignified Zuo Sima of the Chu Kingdom could stand out from the crowd as Sima's deputy with such age and qualifications, and become a member of the group of people at the center of power in the DPRK. He would not be so fragile psychologically, and would not be so fragile when seeing a big scene.

Just shrink away from stage fright.

He didn't know that the envoy of the Chu State could achieve such a status, so he was definitely not an ordinary person. His vision was recognized as strong. He had been praying silently in his heart - he must not be the relative of Chen Rui, the Grand Tutor of the Qin State.

Follow the Netherworld Army, absolutely not!

If unfortunately... yes, then at least that female Rakshasa must not be there in person!

He tried hard to calm down, and tried his best to stare at the limit of his single eyelids that were not very wide. He looked around and couldn't find anyone.

The rising sun rises in the east, the fog gradually thins, and strong light shines on the entire earth. The golden light of the red sun shines through the military green leaves of the treetops, dyeing the tent tip with a layer of carmine. The sky is completely bright, and at this time, those nails on the original

The black-armored army that remained motionless finally made some movement.

The light shining on their black armor seemed to have a golden edge. It was a kind of heat that shone brightly from the dark night, burning people's eyes. The Beirong people couldn't stand the refracted light and turned to their sides.

Turn your face to avoid its sharp edge.

Kaka——

The crisp sound of hard iron armor rubbing against each other gave the Liao Qing environment a sense of amplification in the silent mountains, swamps and meadows. They were like scales converging and arranged neatly, scraping against each other. The queue fell into several rows, and when they moved,

Everyone in the line is clean and neat, well-trained and never procrastinates. In just a few moments, they formed a formation of sharp knives. The wind passed through the stagnation and broke through the bamboo with force.

There were about a thousand people from the Beirong army scattered in front of the wooden fence set up in the camp. They held bronze weapons, iron tools and wooden spears in their hands. They were momentarily attracted by the opponent's momentum, and their hearts beat loudly.

Ru Lei stood there stupidly, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"We are here to greet the Lord, how dare Beirong stop us?"

The sound was like thunder, first dull and tearing, rolling low, and then the strong winds raging, disturbing the vegetation all over the mountains and plains.

King Beirong's eardrums were pounded hard, and he staggered back a step. The smell of rusty air blew from around the black armored army, making his face turn green and confused.

The crowd standing behind him couldn't help but shudder, and they also took several steps back.

King Beirong did not have many opportunities to participate in large-scale battles. He was not of high origin. His biological mother was a Chu native. He succeeded to the throne because the previous King Beirong died of a sudden illness and only left him an heir. When he was born, he was in the middle of the Chu Kingdom.

During the time when Beirong was at war with each other, he received a lot of cold looks and discrimination from his clan. When he grew up, he was not as brave, good at fighting, and as talented and strategic as his father.

His thoughts are more biased towards the Central Plains people, perhaps because his mother who raised him is a Central Plains person. His half of nomadic blood only makes him look as strong and tall as the Beirong tribe, but in his heart he prefers to be comfortable and grow the tribe.

, cultivate and recuperate, he no longer wants to lead his tribe all year round to expand the map, plunder border caravans, and harass the villages of the Central Plains Country. Therefore, he led his tribe to surrender to the Chu State, so that the tribe will no longer go to those places where blood is licked from the knife edge.

day.

In essence, he is a humble and mature person who understands what it means to take a step back to gain a brighter future.

After being frightened, King Beirong quickly captured the information he wanted.

It turned out that they were here to find someone. King Beirong's heart that was hanging high finally fell back into his stomach. He was glad that the other party at least was not here to massacre the clan.

He raised his head and looked at the soldiers on their tall horses. He felt a little depressed. He couldn't help but take a step back and exited their shadow circle. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, he said: "This is the Beirong Chun hunting camp.

Have you looked in the wrong place, who is your master?"

He tried to speak his awkward Central Plains dialect as sincerely as possible. He thought that maybe it was a misunderstanding. He knew everyone here, but no one seemed capable of being the leader of these mighty armies.

Unfortunately, the wind was so strong that a mouthful of cold air filled with slag was poured into his throat, and the pitch of his voice was distorted, making it difficult to hear the complete words he was mumbling.

"Back off!"

They didn't even pay attention to the king of Beirong with twinkling eyes. They gave a sharp shout and then rushed into the hunting ground. They poured into the gate like a black torrent bursting from the embankment, and rushed straight into the camp. The loud sound of galloping horses' hooves breaking through the earth.

This made the Beirong Army pale in the face, and they hurriedly avoided it, subconsciously getting out of the way to avoid being hit by these iron horses armed to the body, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Once they left, they left behind a scene of disaster similar to that of a passing hurricane, with no defenses able to stop their advance.

"Quick, keep up!"

Seeing that he could no longer resist, King Beirong did not make a desperate struggle. He called the master and followed Yanchen's butt, running with his hat on the side, just to know who these people were looking for.

——

Mr. Mengchang is also awake now. He has been shut up in his tent doing nothing for the past two days. He goes to bed early and wakes up early, and his personal "maid" is a big boss who does not do his job properly. How dare he bother her, so he has to get up by himself every day.

Wash, dress, wear hats, and live a very miserable life.

When he was adjusting his hair crown, he heard some noise coming from outside. It was some distance away, so he could hear some noisy voices, and the guard waiting for him outside the tent had something to report. He was thinking, this Beirong spring hunter

It was an eventful time.

When he lifted the curtain and came out, before the nervous guard could say anything to him, he heard a rumble that shook his eardrums, accompanied by the sight of smoke and dust. When he saw it a little stiffly,

The cavalry in front of them, with their arrogant and overwhelming momentum, was undoubtedly as huge as the huge waves and tsunami seen in the sky, and the small people were almost covered in this disaster.

He lost all expression for a moment because he was caught off guard. He had just woken up this early in the morning and how could he face such a majestic and suffocating scene at once.

"Lord——"

Mengchangjun's guards all had pale faces with fright. They didn't know whether to pull him away or block him. However, no matter which choice he made, there seemed to be only one outcome, either being knocked away and vomiting blood or dying.

He was trampled to death.

Cold, calm, cold sweat slid down Mengchangjun's forehead, but the next second, his pupils suddenly choked, and he yelled: "Chen Rui!"

The name Mengchang Jun shouted subconsciously seemed to have some magic power. The cold air from the sharp iron pedal was about to hit his face and nose, and the black armored army who might charge through the tent in the next second seemed to be being beaten.

When the temporary button was pressed, they suddenly stopped in unison, and their movements were so uniform and neat that it was incredible. The quality of such a soldier who is exactly the same as one person is definitely a stress response that can only be formed under high-intensity training. The instinct is engraved in

Deep in my bones.

The horse snorted, and the noisy scene fell silent for a moment, as if no sound could be heard except for the messy gasps of those chasing behind.

Among the Beirong people who were running around the black-armored army that suddenly stopped, a shocked voice rang out: "This, are these Mengchangjun's men?"

How can two human legs outrun the four legs of an animal? King Beirong, who was panting after catching up, saw the black-armored army stopping in front of Lord Mengchang's tent, while Lord Mengchang stood there intact, with an expression on his face.

Clearly stunned.

Although Mengchang Jun looked calm at this time, he was actually startled just now and shouted "Chen Rui" in a panic. This was out of control, just like someone who just woke up and saw the bedside

He was lying on his back like a ghost. He was stimulated without any psychological defense, his adrenal hormones increased, and his heartbeat also went out of rhythm.

Therefore, he was a little slow to react to King Beirong's words. King Beirong seemed to suddenly think of something, and he lowered his face with anger and complaint, and said angrily: "If you want to leave, you can only say, why is this so?"

state?"

With such ferocious soldiers and horses escorting him behind him, why did he have to be so apologetic and make such a scene so early in the morning? Who was he trying to scare to death?

Mengchangjun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and finally found his voice. He mumbled: "This is not my person."

King Beirong was stunned for a moment and retorted: "Who is it if it's not you?"

People who are looking for the Lord rush to find your tent and stop. If it’s not you, could it be this big tent?

Mengchangjun raised his thick eyelashes. His eyes were rich in color and looked deep and passionate. But at this moment, these passionate eyes looked like they had seen a ghost.

Seeing these black-armored troops stationed quietly in front of the tent, he suddenly felt that the spooky and terrifying image of this elite army floating up from the River of Forgetfulness was somewhat consistent with some of the rumored armies. He also caught a glimpse of their arm armor.

Mengchangjun's eyes narrowed slightly at the rhombus-shaped unicorn symbol. It was someone's emblem. He suddenly remembered what Chen Baiqi said to him yesterday.

"Now that we've figured it out, it's not up to them to decide whether to stay or go."

Could this be... really Chen Rui's invincible Netherworld Army?!

It's no wonder that he didn't recognize it immediately. After all, the mystery of this Netherworld Army is as famous as his strength. How could he have ever had the opportunity to peek at their true face behind the mysterious veil?

She, she actually let the Netherworld Army directly step on the "threshold" of Beirong's hunting grounds. She did not intend to be sneaky, but wanted to leave openly and openly. He was simply amazed. He had forgotten that she was not some noble girl with no real power.

What a tyrannical strength she possesses.

At the moment he recognized who this army belonged to, a clear and joyful voice sounded like the most precious flower bone blooming among a group of steel-hard male creatures.

"be mine."

Along with the sound, Fengya Ruoyue's figure also stepped out of the tent. She opened the curtain with a frail and delicate wrist, and stepped forward with measured steps. She and everyone present had a serious sense of disharmony with her slender figure.

Beautiful and charming.
Chapter completed!