Monsoon smoke is watching a group of recruits filling the pit with enthusiasm. On this side, an old soldier hurriedly came over and whispered in Lu Shaoqing's ear.

Lu Shaoqing went to the side of the monsoon smoke and said, "general Qi, the people of the green nightmare army are here."

The monsoon smoke was watching happily. Suddenly I heard the three words of green nightmare army, and my face sank.

Green nightmare army, not the army that framed the original father?

On that day, in the garrison, when the people of Qingyan army and Linghe army had a conflict, the monsoon smoke had seen them.

Sure enough, when he heard the three words of green nightmare army, the smile on the faces of Linghe and others solidified in an instant, and the hatred at the bottom of his eyes rushed up in an instant.

"What are the people of the green nightmare army doing here?" Asked the monsoon smoke.

Lu Shaoqing didn't know the grudge between the green nightmare army and the monsoon smoke, but said frankly: "yesterday, when the demon clan attacked, we lit up the wolf smoke and asked for help from the nearby barracks. The green nightmare army wasn't in this neighborhood. What kind of task should it be? It was temporarily stationed nearby. Seeing the wolf smoke, we rushed here."

"Oh? Now? " It's half a day since the demon clan attacked yesterday. If the nearest camp starts in time, it should arrive before dawn.

"How many of them have come." The monsoon smoke looked at the soldier who had sent the news.

The soldier's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a muffled voice, "a hundred people."

"A hundred?" The monsoon smoke is so funny.

It took a long time to send troops, and only a hundred people came. Is this reinforcements, or is it for the fun?

Lu Shaoqing also realized that the Qing Yan army was acting badly, but he didn't know what to say.

"General, let me tell them to go back." Lu Shaoqing said.

Monsoon smoke raised his hand and waved: "no, since it's a friendly army coming, I naturally want to go there myself."

Monsoon smoke this word is with smile, but I do not know why, into Lu Shaoqing's ear, but a cold.

The monsoon smoke waved to Linghe and walked towards the gate of the camp.

At the entrance of yueluo Valley, more than 100 soldiers in green nightmare army armor are standing there casually. Their faces are quite impatient. Looking at the guards at the door, they say, "can you make less noise in yueluo Valley? Day after day, I don't think it's good for you. What kind of wolf smoke is it? You are also the army of the holy dragon empire. If you can't move, you must ask for help. "

The leader of the green nightmare army looked impatiently at the two soldiers at the door, full of contempt and disapproval.

The soldiers of the guard were scolded by the people of the green nightmare army, but they could only swallow the bitter water in their stomach. Who knows that the green nightmare army is the only one in the Empire today. It is the leader among all the armies. Who dares to fight with them?

"Do you know how many things we have been delayed by your uproar?" The leader of the green nightmare army said coldly.

"Ah, I was yelling here when the demon clan didn't die. I didn't expect it was still a person." Suddenly, the voice with coldness came to the ears of all the soldiers of Qingyan army.

Almost in an instant, the leader of the green nightmare army immediately looked up at the voice maker, but what he saw in front of him was a pretty, petite, half big girl.

"What's the matter? Yueluo Valley has fallen to such a place? What cats and dogs are taking to the camp? "