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The autumn night was dark and the moon was deep.

North of the Sunset Mountains.

Wushu brought the nearly four thousand winners back to the camp. Each of Wushu's subordinates were calm and composed, and were not affected in the slightest by the intense battle just now. They unsaddled the enemies' heads in front of their saddles and lined up in a formation outside the camp.

Kung Fu Cao recorded everyone's achievements. Other than the occasional few hoots from the horses, there was no other sound.

On the way, every new recruit's face was filled with the joy of victory, and they all recounted the battle just now, comparing who they were to kill and who they would kill and how many times they would kill.

Hei Long did not say a word the entire time. Wushu knew what Hei Long was thinking, the new recruits just needed to experience the cruelty of war and the joy of victory, and let them be disorderly and unorganized, believe that before long, these people would grow into a group of Jin State's backbone!

After delivering the military merits, the new recruits gradually felt the solemness of the army camp slowly return to its normal calm. All of them stared at Wushu and Hei Long without blinking, unconsciously restoring the order of the army, because the old veterans at the side were the best role models!

Wushu was extremely satisfied with the performance of Hei Long's group. He glanced at Hei Long with appreciation before speaking to all the new recruits, "Tonight, everyone has worked hard! I, Yan Zong, on behalf of His Majesty, the Emperor of the Great Jin State, express my deep respect for all of you for your bravery in killing our enemies! "

Wushu said as he dismounted from his horse, and walked over to the eight hundred recruits.

< p > "Roar!" Roar! "Roar!"

The soldiers let out neat and sonorous voices. The blood of these eight hundred men was boiling!

Wushu walked in front of a few wounded soldiers and asked about their injuries with concern. Although fresh blood was still seeping out from the wounds, no one made a sound.

Wushu nodded his head in satisfaction and continued to speak with a smile: "My female Daoist has lived in the bitter cold lands of the north for a long time, she has no proof of food or clothing, and has been bullied and bullied by the people of Qi Dan. The once overweeningly arrogant Emperor Qidan, isn't he still a prisoner under our female Priestesses? Why should those Chinese be able to live a life of luxury and wealth while we, the female goddesses, have no fixed place to live but to herd the sheep and ride the horses? What we have, we need to firmly grasp, what we don't have … Humph! He was going to snatch it from her hands! Would they be willing to give it up? "

Wushu's expression became stern, "Without sacrifice, can we let every valiant and noble female Priestess live a good life?! There was only war! Only blood! Only then can our female Taoist's cavalry shock the entire earth! "

< p > "Kill!" Kill! Kill! "

This time, even Wushu's three thousand elite soldiers released a deafening roar!

At this time, the soldiers that Hei Long had sent out to guard the camp were deeply shocked by the scene before them.

Envy, admiration, yearning, yearning … Various emotions were deeply embedded within their respective hearts along with this heartening shout.

Wushu waved his hand and the entire audience immediately returned to silence.

Wushu said: "Honorable Qu Hui!"

< p > "Yes!"

A middle-aged military officer flashed by.

"How many warriors have died in our army tonight?"

"One hundred and forty-five people!"

Gong Cao's expression darkened.

He tore them into two halves and tied one half of them to his axe, while the other half was tied to the Jin State's flag.

Wushu instructed Wu Cao to record the names of the dead to pacify the families of the martyrs.

Wushu then asked about Kung Fu Cao, "How much is the head of the enemy taken?"

More than two thousand seven hundred beheaded.

Wushu suddenly roared, "Whoever kills me alone will be repaid ten times over!"

< p > "Kill!" Kill! Kill! "

The entire camp was shaken by the deafening roar, it did not cower for a long time.

Wushu left behind the soldiers in charge of patrolling the night, and the rest of them returned to their respective camps to sleep.

After a fierce battle, the soldiers were very tired and quickly fell asleep.

Wushu, Hei Long and the others went into the tent together to analyze the information they just received: Zhao Huan would arrive at the He Jian immediately.

Wushu asked: "What do the two of you think about Zhao Huan heading north to help us?"

Hei Long said straightforwardly, "If I were to talk about a hundred thousand troops and horses, even if it's twice as many, measuring a brat would be a waste. What's the point of talking about that?"

Wushu also deeply agreed in his heart. After all, it was really difficult for a single Zhao Huan to pose any great threat.

Wushu turned to look at Ha Michi, who quickly averted his gaze, and actually did not answer.

Hei Long continued: "Zhang Shuye protects the He Jian, defends and does not attack. The level of defense is extremely distinct. The two generals, Mo Han and Han Li, had fought with Zhang Shuye multiple times and had not been able to gain an advantage in the slightest. From my point of view, Zhao Huan has come as the ruler as the official, so Zhang Shuye will definitely be at his beck and call! We only need to secretly date the other two forces and sneak into He Jian, wait for the right time, we will definitely reap what we sow! "

Wushu was overjoyed, "Leader Hei Long is indeed intelligent and courageous, with my help, what need is there to worry about failure!"

Hei Long turned and walked out of the camp, and immediately sent people to contact the other two armies.

Wushu asked Ha Michi, "Why didn't the Military Advisor say anything just now?"

Ha Michi responded with a question, "Does Wolf Master know Hei Long's background?"

< p > "…?"

Wushu said doubtfully: "Hei Long was originally a member of the Qi Dan Clan, but he was oppressed by the Qi Dan all the time and turned the tables four years ago. "Why?"

Ha Michi snickered: "Has Hei Long's faction ever participated in a battle against a Liao?"

< p > "Err..."

Wushu thought about it carefully and shook his head, "But I never... "You mean?"

This time, our army's war against Song, is most likely due to this person's love, which is why they are so active. In my dozens of years in the Northern Kingdom, I have never heard of the Black Dragon Tribe sending out more than three hundred warriors, and this time, the Black Dragon not only sent out a thousand warriors, but also personally came … Do you think it's a little too... "Furthermore, our king did not give the order to head south. After all, we are still an ostensible ally of the Song Kingdom …

Ha Michi's words could not be clearer, but Wushu did not think much of it, "Even if Hei Long had ulterior motives, he would not be able to stir up any trouble with him! Furthermore, if Hei Long really wants to be my gold, wouldn't he be wrongly accusing the good person? The strategists are too cautious. "

Ha Michi did not speak anymore, as he stood up and took his leave.

Wushu began to ponder. Although he did not believe Ha Michi's words, but at least he had placed some doubts in his heart.

As soon as he fell asleep, the night watchman reported that two teams of men had arrived from the south side of Sunset Mountains.

Wushu was startled. He immediately left the camp and went to a small hill to watch what was happening. From the east and west sides of the Sunset Ridge, there were two horses and torches moving slowly towards the camp. From afar, they looked like two long fire dragons that were meandering on the mountain road.

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