night.

Zhao Cheng, Yang Taozhi, and Zhao Wu stood at an observation post on the south side of the camp, looking down at the firelight that was now only the size of a fingernail.

As planned, Xiao Luofeng led his men to take the women and children to the mountainside below after nightfall, where they were handed over to the people sent by the Southern Zhou army to meet them.

Judging from the location of the firelight, the woman and child had already come down the mountain.

Yang Taozhi looked down the mountain and said, "Actually, the best way is for me to blend in with them. Whether it's to deliver a message or to assassinate the commander of the Southern Zhou army, the success rate is very high."

"The chances of them getting the message are slim. The Southern Zhou army won't let them go until this battle is over. As for assassinating the commander-in-chief, I certainly believe you have a high success rate."

Zhao Cheng turned to look into Yang Taozhi's eyes and said seriously, "But I don't need that kind of success rate. Success rate comes with failure rate, and I can't accept the result of failure."

You underestimate me.

"Just think of it as me being scared, that I can't live without you, and that I need you to protect me!"

Zhao Wu said, "Master, please don't do anything rash. You two are siblings..."

"You talk too much nonsense, your brain is full of shit!" Zhao Cheng slapped Zhao Wu on the head.

Zhao Wu said weakly, "I don't have a brain."

"Shh..."

Yang Taozhi suddenly put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Wu immediately held their breath, exchanged a glance, and knew that what they had expected had happened.

When Yang Taozhi placed her hand on the hilt of the sword and took her first step forward, Zhao Cheng could still see her figure clearly. But by the second and third steps, Yang Taozhi was just a black shadow in Zhao Cheng's eyes.

After transmigrating, Zhao Cheng had no interest in studying for the imperial examinations or pursuing fame, nor did he like practicing martial arts. He only knew that martial arts practitioners aimed to become grandmasters throughout their lives, but very few could actually achieve that goal.

He knew Yang Taozhi was a Grandmaster, but he had no idea just how strong a Grandmaster was.

After all, in his eyes, this world was the same as the ancient society of his previous life.

Even the most skilled martial arts master is not as powerful as the third-rate masters in Jin Yong's novels.

This is also why Zhao Cheng has no interest in learning martial arts.

Before Zhao Cheng and Zhao Wu had even returned to the camp, Yang Taozhi came back carrying a corpse.

After throwing the body to the ground, Yang Taozhi handed a token to Zhao Cheng.

"It is a general's order from the Yang family of Southern Zhou. This person is also one of the Seven Generals of the Yang Clan."

Zhao Cheng was both surprised and not surprised, and asked doubtfully, "Are the Seven Generals of Yangmen really that bad?"

Yang Taozhi said, "Speaking of martial arts alone, the Seven Generals of Yangmen are indeed not top-notch experts, but with a bit of luck on the battlefield, they can easily achieve a hundred kills."

Hearing this analogy, Zhao Cheng grasped the concept and gave Yang Taozhi a thumbs up.

"My sister is awesome!"

Yang Taozhi glared at Zhao Cheng: "Don't swear, I'm very young."

Zhao Cheng quickly slapped his mouth: "I misspoke, I misspoke!"

Zhao Wu, gloating and taking advantage of the situation, kicked Yang Le's corpse and said, "The Southern Zhou army is dishonest. They pulled this trick during the handover. Luckily, you saw through it, Master, and they didn't get the benefit."

"That's not right of you. Didn't we also send someone to deliver a message during the handover?"

Zhao Cheng looked north towards the camp and said, "I just don't know if, as I predicted, the Southern Zhou army will send two groups of people to sneak up at the same time."

Yang Taozhi said, "I'll go help."

"No, sis, are you worried about Zhou Chuan?"

Yang Taozhi turned around abruptly, her eyes sharp.

"Ha... I was just kidding!"

Xiong Bin led ten elite soldiers on a rapid march through the night, stopping when they spotted a distant firelight through a gap in the jungle.

As his target drew near, a flame of revenge ignited in his eyes, and he was filled with fighting spirit.

Among the Seven Generals of Yangmen, the Niu brothers were scouts and were recognized as the fastest and best-eyed. Xiong Bin was recognized as the bravest in battle and had served as the vanguard countless times.

Although this battle was a small, local engagement, it was of great significance. Xiong Bin was resolute in his belief: whatever demons or monsters lurked in the camp, he would tear them to pieces and then take Zhao Cheng away!

Xiong Bin gestured forward, and the ten elite soldiers, two in a row, quickly headed towards the camp.

As soon as he took a step, his brows suddenly furrowed. A rustling sound came from the surrounding woods, as if someone was approaching.

Before Xiong Bin could give any orders, the elite troops stopped and looked around.

The rustling sounds grew denser and louder, and Xiong Bin's face turned grim.

Judging from the sound, there must be quite a few people gathering around, and they're forming a perimeter!

Without hesitation, Xiong Bin sprinted toward the place where the sound was weak, and pulled out two axes hanging on his back.

He cleaved through the bushes blocking his path, raised his double axes, and charged out, only to be stunned.

The scene before him turned his face deathly pale instantly!

Zhao Cheng greeted Zhou Chuan and Zhou Nuo as they walked back to the camp and asked, "How is the situation?"

Zhou Chuan shook his head.

Zhou Nuo said, "There's been no sound at all."

Zhao Cheng pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that the death of one of the Seven Generals of Yangmen has not attracted the attention of the Southern Zhou army commander. They only sent one group of people."

Zhou Chuan looked at Yang Le's corpse and asked, "Was this person also one of the Seven Generals of Yangmen?"

Zhao Cheng nodded.

Zhao Wu asked, "Master, should we throw the body down the mountain?"

Zhao Cheng shook his head and said, "I won't throw it this time."

"Why did you throw it away last time, but not this time?"

"Last time we threw it to intimidate them, but this time we're not throwing it to confuse them."

Zhao Wu scratched his head and said, "Master, what's wrong with your brain? I've only ever seen you trick other young masters before, I never thought you could even trick these soldiers!"

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