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Kong Sheng suddenly turned back to look and saw a young lady wearing a red snow white cloak standing outside the door looking at them. It was the Lady Xiu’er he had seen earlier, who had entered the city with the food delivery team.

"Who are you? How did you get in?! " The group of people shouted at the same time, a few Apprentice Knight who had yet to get on their horses pulled out their blades and rushed towards the young lady.

"Stop!" Kong Sheng stopped his men's actions, dismounted and walked to the front of Xiu'er, frowning he said: "Lady Xiu’er, this is an important place in the army camp, you are not allowed to enter."

As he said that, Kong Sheng glared at the few soldiers guarding the door. Five to six young lad, can't you see a girl coming in?

The soldiers looked ashamed and doubtful. They really didn't know why this girl would appear here.

Xiu'er said softly, "Master, I heard what you said just now. Let me go with you. "When I was young, I learned a bit of kung fu and could ride horses. I can help you guys."

Kong Sheng was shocked at first. To be able to know of his arrangements showed that this girl had been here for a long time, and no one really noticed her? Then, he said carefully, "I appreciate your kindness, but it's just a military operation. Warriors have practiced together for many years. If I let the girl join in now, I'm afraid there might be a mistake." After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Xiu'er to speak anymore. He extended his hand and beckoned to the two Apprentice Knight s, "Take Lady Xiu’er out. Be a bit more courteous."

Seeing that the Xiu'er had walked out of the camp unwillingly, Kong Sheng jumped back onto his horse and waved to the soldiers, "It's getting late, let's go!"

Over two hundred thin and weak mounted war horses quietly left the Phoenix City Pass in the dusk. Due to Qu Feizhi's previous recklessness, both sides of the mountain wall were now covered with mechanisms. It was impossible to repeat the scene of Qu Feizhi riding the fire stone thrower alone again. Thus, Kong Sheng and Ling Zilu decided on a two-pronged strategy: under Ling Zilu's lead, twenty to thirty elite Apprentice Knight s would lead everyone into the trench, under the cover of the night, to slowly approach the Moqiu Army Battalion. As for the majority of them, under Kong Sheng's lead, they would circle around the cliff from a further distance, and after the two sides met up at the agreed position, they would charge towards the Moqiu Army Battalion to snatch the food.

Ling Zilu and the twenty to thirty Apprentice Knight s had another important mission, which was to plan the route back to the city for the main group. This task was the most difficult one, the night was dense and the ground was filled with trenches.

Kong Sheng took the lead and nodded slightly towards Ling Zilu, then turned around and climbed up the mountain cliff first. He stuck his body to the pitch-black mountain wall, and quickly disappeared into the night. The rest of the soldiers came over to salute Ling Zilu, then followed behind Kong Sheng and climbed up.

Ling Zilu bowed in return, and then silently watched as they climbed up the mountain cliff, until everyone's figures disappeared into the night. Only after that did he wave his hand, and shout in a low voice, "Let's go as well."

Zhao Handong stood on top of the Arrow Tower, watched as the group of figures disappeared into the distance, lowered his head and sighed, then ordered the Border Army soldiers to place two posts at night, making him be more careful. And at a place where Zhao Handong couldn't see it, a red figure flashed past.

Kong Sheng already could not remember when he climbed up the mountain last time, or perhaps he had never climbed up like this before. His fingers dug into the cracks of the rock tightly, exerting force throughout his body. Due to overexertion, his fingers were already a little white, the muscles on his forearm bulged, and from time to time he would jump up and down due to overexertion. However, he did not dare to relax. He even wanted to exert a bit more force because what he stepped on was a cliff that was not even half a foot wide.

The flower petal like cliffs were layered with layers upon layers, and each layer was higher and higher. Some of these "flower petals" were about two feet wide and some were less than half a foot wide, but the difference between them was at least a hundred feet apart. In the night, Kong Sheng and the others had to be careful with every step. At this moment, the usually majestic and magnificent Wu Lian Mountain was filled with killing intent. At this time, Kong Sheng truly experienced what it meant to be as though he was walking on thin ice while facing the abyss.

Kong Sheng cautiously stuck his head into the cliff and saw that there was no more road ahead. He signaled the soldiers behind him to stop first and then took out a torch from behind him with a wind shield to carefully observe the situation on the road ahead.

The good thing was that the cliff was wider, so he would have a chance to rest once he passed. The bad thing was that there was nothing between the two sections of the cliff that could be used as leverage. It would be even more difficult to jump over by just relying on one's strength.

Kong Sheng let out a light sigh as he returned the torch to his waist, and casually unsheathed the blade at his waist, adjusting his balance slightly. After walking a few steps quickly, he exerted his strength and jumped, and just as his body was about to sink, he suddenly waved his right arm, and sheathed the blade and sheath, and inserted them into a selected crack in the rocks. Then, he swung his body forward with this force while raising both his legs at the same time, and stepped onto the flat ground on the opposite side. This turn of events was extremely dangerous, even Kong Sheng's face was pale as he panted for a long time, before daring to turn back and call for the soldiers.

The following steps were much smoother, the soldiers jumped over one by one, using the edge of Kong Sheng's blade as leverage, then with a tug from Kong Sheng's hand, they could smoothly make their way over. In the middle, Kong Sheng purposely stopped to reinforce his blade to prevent others from falling down due to it being loosened. This place was a few hundred feet from the ground, and there was not even a tree in the middle. If he were to fall down, there would be no path for him to live.

After passing through this "Broken Bridge Road" without any surprises, Kong Sheng and his group finally reached the mountains, and their journey became much easier now. Only when it was time to go down the mountain did he face the second test, which was how to go down the mountain.

This part of Wulian Mountain Range was basically made of shale, the rocks were like pages of books, layer after layer, and they cracked everywhere. This type of rock could be said to be hard, but it was incomparably hard. Its sharp edges were like those of a famous sharp sword. Even though they were extremely fragile, some of them would peel off layer upon layer like the skin on a cake when touched. Furthermore, it was easy to climb up the mountain, but difficult to climb down. One could even try using their hands to grip the mountain, and if they were not careful, they would fall down along with the rocks.

Kong Sheng thought for a while, then took off the leggings of himself and the other two soldiers, twisted them into a rope and tied one of them to a relatively sturdy stone. With the other one in hand, he slowly went down the mountain. Kong Sheng smoothly descended to the cliff below, and lightly swung the rope a few times. The rope was loosened from the stone and was caught by Kong Sheng.

Using this method, Kong Sheng consecutively went down two levels of stone cliffs. Only after recognizing that there were no problems did he call three to five soldiers to form a group and use his leggings to take turns descending the mountain. It was already the early hours of the morning, and the bright moon was setting in the western part of the night. However, if they were delayed any longer, when the sun rose, they would have nowhere to hide, and would only be hanging on the mountain wall as live targets.

Kong Sheng, on the other hand, was nervously paying attention to everyone's safety. He was afraid that something bad would happen, and that they were all following his good brothers and fellow soldiers, killing the enemy and wrapping up their corpses on the battlefield was one thing, falling to their deaths on the cliff, what was going on? Moreover, he was also a little worried that he would alarm the enemy.

Therefore, Kong Sheng called for the people at the top to be careful of their safety, and instructed them to keep an eye on the enemy's camp. Right now, the situation was similar to that of a half-crossing master. No matter how strong the army was, they were still afraid of this.

As the saying goes, do what you fear. Just as Kong Sheng was flustered, the situation he was most worried about happened. The rope in one of the soldier's hands suddenly snapped, and his entire body first fell down beside Kong Sheng's feet, before jumping up again and falling down the cliff.

Kong Sheng subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he was just a bit too slow. His fingers would touch the clothes of the soldier, and then, he helplessly watched as the soldier fell to the ground. And what hurt Kong Sheng the most was that the soldier had almost given up on saving himself when he fell. He stuffed his palm into his mouth and bit down hard, not allowing himself to make even the slightest sound.

His body quietly fell down just like that, and almost every soldier saw him. In the end, with a plop, he fell onto the second-to-last layer of the stone cliff, no longer making a sound. Until he died, he didn't let out a single cry.

Kong Sheng quietly clenched his fists. After a long while, he finally shouted in a low voice, "Continue! Be careful! "

When Kong Sheng and the rest returned to the ground, the eastern sky was already starting to turn pink. As the sun was about to rise, Kong Sheng and Ling Zilu who had been waiting for a long time ordered everyone to immediately mount their horses and charge.

Horses galloped back into the fields, and the riders picked up bow decked with horn of an animal s. After getting into range, they began to shoot arrows at the sky. When the patrolling soldiers heard the swishing sound in the air, they subconsciously raised their heads and saw the arrow descending from the sky, piercing through their chests and nailing them to the ground. The soldiers who had luckily escaped blew their whistles, their shrill whistles echoing throughout the silent tents. However, the warhorses that followed it shattered the whistle, as well as the soldiers' chests.

led a group of soldiers who were constantly attacking the training camp and reinforcements who were constantly running out from the tents. Ling Zilu brought another group of people to the back of the camp and they chopped down the guards, kicked open the wooden door and placed bags of rice, white noodles and dried meat on their saddles. Then, they jumped on their horses and rushed outside. When they were about to rush out of the camp, Kong Sheng also brought some people to meet them. The two groups of people ran towards the direction of the Phoenix City Pass together.

The entire process was as quick as the wind. This camp, which was located slightly in the middle of the Moqiu Army, made everyone relax their vigilance, and after a few days of peace, it caused the soldiers to lose their aptitude. They never thought that the other party would actually dare to attack the camp. The camp was in chaos. The officer who had been dozing off rushed out of his tent in his boots, bellowing as he organized his soldiers to intercept the enemy at every turn.

There was no point in concealing it in the midst of whistles, shouts, and curses. The long silent Phoenix City Pass soldiers were roused by the bloodshed and killing intent, they picked up their flagpoles and used them as javelins, sheathed their sabers and sabers as long sabers, within the span of a few breaths, they adjusted their pace and tempo, and carried their roughly crafted tools in their hands as they rushed towards the incoming Mochu Infantry soldiers with a suicidal aura.

Just like how he had during previous battles, Kong Sheng was in the lead. He used the flagpole to pry open a trip rope and knocked over a floodlit brazier. The burning coals hit the tent and turned into a fireball. One by one, soldiers with untidy clothes rushed out of the burning tent, and swung their machetes towards the riders, ignoring their bare arms.

There were no heavy armor, no handheld crossbow, and no tactics. In the camp at dawn, only the most elite warriors from both sides were fighting instinctively.

Kong Sheng's blade was cut open, and he casually stabbed into the chest of a soldier who was bare-chested. The soldier was also ferocious, and continued to grip onto his blade without letting go. Kong Sheng was not in the mood to fight with him, he kicked him away, took off his helmet and held it in his hand, like a meteor hammer, he smashed onto a curved blade that was aimed at him, then with a flip of his hand, smashed the helmet onto the blade master's face. He had already changed from forward position to the rear of the hall. As long as he could fight for a little longer, he would be able to make the brothers in front of him safer.

Just as Kong Sheng was panting hard while looking around for his weapon, Ling Zilu finally arrived. He casually threw the scabbard on his waist over to Kong Sheng and used a stick as a spear to send a Moqiu Soldier who was trying to ambush him flying.

"My lord, let's go!" Ling Zilu roared at Kong Sheng.

Kong Sheng loudly asked, "They have all left?"

Ling Zilu nodded and agreed, "Yes, only the few of you are left, let's go!"

"Good!" Red Camp, let's retreat! " Kong Sheng responded and roared loudly.

A dozen riders jumped out from the darkness. Almost all of them were wounded and bleeding, but they couldn't care less as they looked at each other. At the same time, they galloped out of the camp on their horses.

In one breath, he had reached the edge of the trench. Only then did Kong Sheng's speed slow down, turning his horse around, he stared at the pursuers behind him, and said to Ling Zilu with a deep voice, "Old Ling, there are too many pursuers. "I'll cover the rear, you lead the brothers to retreat first!"

Ling Zilu stared blankly for a moment, then casually replied: "Master, you go first, I'll go to the back!"

Kong Sheng glared at him and said, "Stop messing around! When you were here, you were the most familiar with the trenches. Who will you leave behind to lead the team back? I am the one carrying the Red Camp, Captain Ling, and I will carry out your orders! "

"My lord!" Ling Zilu still had yet to say anything, but in the end, he was directly scolded by Kong Sheng, "Get out of here quickly! What the f * * k, tens of thousands of people are waiting to eat! " With that said, Kong Sheng's left hand shook the reins, and his right hand wielded his blade. He once again rushed forward to the pursuers. The dozen cavalrymen followed him in once again.

Ling Zilu let out a long sigh, his right hand knocked on his left chest, his head drooping, he immediately bowed to Kong Sheng and the others, then spurred his horse into the ditch.

Leading a horse across a trench as wide as a man might not be difficult under normal circumstances, but on this dawn, it was a difficult task. The word "tired" accurately described the current situation of Ling Zilu and the Red Camp Warriors, not to mention that the horses were filled with food. Some places had already been covered by Ling Zilu's cover so they could go directly there. However, without any cover, they could only cross over the trenches one by one. Ling Zilu did not dare walk back into the trench, as they had already suffered greatly before coming here. A big wave of water had flushed all the bones, weapons, and corpses into the ditch. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a death passage that was filled with hidden weapons.

However, this was not what Ling Zilu was worried about, he was worried about Kong Sheng. When he had first set up the plan, he felt that it was too risky. Now that he thought about it, Kong Sheng had been a bit radical from start to finish, and this Lord Kong was a little too different from the usual kind and amiable Lord Kong.

Just as he was thinking, a noise came from the opposite side of the Phoenix City Pass, followed by a few gun shots, a group of soldiers came out from the city gate. The one in the lead riding on a war horse was Zhao Handong who was dressed in Border Army and armor.

Zhao Handong did not sleep at all throughout the night. After he received the guard's report that there was a fire in the Moqiu Army Camp, he immediately put on his armor and went up the city walls. Now that the two armies were facing each other from afar, he didn't dare to act rashly. It wasn't until he saw Ling Zilu carrying a Red Camp soldier and a war horse full of food across the trench, that he grit his teeth and rushed out of the city gate with all his soldiers that he could find to support him.

The two of them did not exchange much pleasantries after meeting, and they simultaneously brought up Kong Sheng. After hearing Ling Zilu's words, Zhao Handong rubbed his chin, raised his head and looked towards the Moqiu Army Battalion in the distance, and muttered to himself, "This Old Kong, what sort of provocation did he suffer?"

As the two of them were leading the way back to the city, a dozen or so war horses galloped over from the direction of the Moqiu Army Battalion. From afar, the riders were covered in blood and wounds, as if they had come out from a dead body. Zhao Handong looked carefully, the one in front was Kong Sheng.