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Six hundred and thirteenth chapter drunk life and dream death

If you want to tie someone up, Gu Qingfeng and others are simply experts.

He Meng was also too disrespectful in Cheng Hong's army. The defensive position that Cheng Hong arranged for him was at the outermost periphery of the encirclement.

The greater the distance a circle is, the higher the distance it is, the wider it is when pulled, and the lower the density of defense is.

This also reduced the difficulty of Chen Ming, Gu Qingfeng and others to kidnap He Meng a lot.

But they were not careless either.

After Chen Ming led out of the woods, the six people lurked near He Meng's camp.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened.

Since no trace of Chen Ze and others was found so far, in the first few days, Cheng Hong's army did not relax at all, especially at night, and the defense was even more tight.

A large number of torches were lit in the barracks. From a distance, it seemed that this area had no idea of ​​night and was still illuminated by lights.

But after all, it is not during the day.

As soon as night fell, whether it was Chen Ming or Gu Qingfeng, they felt a sense of intimacy.

These people seem to be born specifically for the darkness, and only at night can their combat power be maximized.

Even if the lights are brightly lit in front, can it really be compared with the daytime?

Gu Qingfeng and the other two proved this very well.

Without any trouble, they caught a few scouts who were alone. Without hesitation, they killed them directly, changed into each other's clothes, and then walked into the barracks in a swagger.

It was night after all, the light of the torch shone on his face, and a breeze blew by, but it made people feel vaguely unreal.

Although it is only at the middle and lower levels, He Meng still has his own military account, and he still has his own banner on the top of the big account.

A huge word He became the guiding light in this brightly lit barracks.

Chen Ming and others touched them all the way, but made a contrast. No one expected that the enemy troops, who were defending themselves, were in their own barracks.

This is what is called dark under the lamp.

The most dangerous place I thought was the safest place.

Perhaps because He Meng is worth the morning shift today, he has changed his defenses now, and there are no soldiers responsible for the garrison outside his tent. Six people lined up in a queue and walked in easily.

It took about half an hour to disguise the six people carrying a huge wooden barrel together and walked out of He Meng's tent.

While walking, he even whispered and shouted, without caring about the soldiers walking by.

However, the more calm they are, the less attention they receive.

More importantly, most soldiers knew that He Meng was good at drinking, and were scolded by superiors for this, but they never changed. Fortunately, He Meng was still responsible and would never drink wine when he had a task, so he gave up. His tent was also the place with the largest number of such huge wine barrels.

He Meng was on duty during the day and could naturally drink some drinks at night. Although the actions of the six people were strange, in the eyes of other soldiers, they just went to give He Meng a drink.

The barracks are not allowed to store too much alcohol, otherwise the loss will be great once the enemy takes advantage of the chaos and fire. So He Meng wants to drink, so he has to order people to carry the wine barrel to the logistics supply troops on the periphery.

It is also a very reasonable thing for six people to carry out the wine barrels to the barracks.

However, what they did not expect was that there was something else in this barrel.

The six people who left the barracks did not go to the logistics forces, but walked far away. When the light of the torch could not shine on them, they turned a corner and walked towards the darkness on the other side.

At this moment, less than six people were used to carry the wine barrel. Chen Ming and Gu Qingfeng dispersed and investigated possible enemy tracks in the nearby area, while the other four quickly ran to the woods where Chen Ze and others were.

There were two of them monitoring the outside world, and Chen Ze was also paying attention to the movements of the six people at all times. No unexpected situation occurred, and they successfully carried the barrel back.

What's in this bucket?

Of course it is...

He Meng.

The moment the barrel opened, a strong smell of alcohol floated out, accompanied by He Meng's loud and thunderous sound.

This is why Chen Ming and others kept shouting trumpets after leaving the big tent, but they wanted to cover up He Meng's heartfelt voice.

When they entered the military tent, they saw He Meng, who was already drunk.

Yes, when Chen Ming and others entered the military tent, the rapid battle they expected did not happen at all.

What they saw was just He Meng who was already drunk.

This is understandable. He Meng had a grudge against the Bai Lie Empire to kill his father. Now that he had no choice, he could only accept the cooperation between his country and the Bai Lie Empire. The depression in his heart can be imagined.

During the day, he could not disobey military orders, but could only execute the orders issued by his superiors. After the deposit, he could of course only use alcohol to numb himself.

It is estimated that this has been the case these days, so the soldiers below are no longer surprised. Whenever He Meng returns to the military tent, no one comes to disturb him again.

This gave Chen Ming and others a good opportunity, and also made them worried that after kidnapping He Meng, things that would cause Cheng Hong's side to be alert were temporarily postponed.

As long as He Meng can go back before dawn...

So, there is not much time to waste.

Chen Ze raised his chin, Meng Yang, who had been prepared for a long time, grinned and lifted the barrel that the four of them had lifted up before they were hugged, and then poured it down.

thump.

He Meng was sleeping so hard that he was directly thrown to the ground. However, he was so drunk that he turned over and continued to make a loud noise.

Guo Zi walked up, picked up He Meng's right foot and dragged it back. Not far from their hiding place, there was a stream.

Guo Zi held He Meng's foot and dragged it over, and without any mercy, he threw it into the river.

thump……

...

"Well! Cough cough cough cough cough!"

After a while, just as everyone thought that Yu Meng had drowned, he jumped up from the stream and immediately coughed violently.

"Who is damn dares to tease you Grandpa He!"

Before he could even wipe his eyes, He Meng spoke and cursed.

"Whose grandpa are you?"

When Guo Zi was upset, he rolled up his sleeves and jumped down, punching He Meng in the head, almost knocking him down in the stream again.

At this moment, He Meng was sober.

"You... are you?"

He Meng, who woke up, stood foolishly in the stream, looking at the people in front of him, his brows frowned slightly.

"Lao He, long time no see."
Chapter completed!
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