Taiping Lie 363. A Rage for a Beauty

When Helian Peng saw Qilin coming, he was also seriously injured and knew that he would not be able to gain any advantage today. He left Shanjian with a word of retreat, but did not care about the lives of those people he brought with him. With Qilin's joining, these people were naturally dealt with by everyone without much effort.

Qin Feng looked in the direction where Helian Peng left and said with some regret: "It's a pity that Helian Peng got away."

Lin Han, who was following behind him, took a look at the dead or injured Beirong people and said, "Helian Peng is really ruthless. He sent so many people to die." Helian Peng threw away those dozens of people a few days ago and the more than one hundred people today without any regret. You know, these people are different from ordinary Beirong soldiers. Each of them has been specially trained for a long time. Even Helian Peng must not have too many masters like this. From this aspect, we can also see the difference between Ye Li and Helian Peng in treating their subordinates. Qilin has been established for several years, and the total number of casualties is only more than one hundred, but Helian Peng casually killed more than one hundred people once or twice. Obviously, Helian Peng did not regard these people as elite trump cards in his hand, or even his subordinates. At most, they are just some high-level cannon fodder.

Zhuo Jing was the closest and could see it most clearly. He said in a deep voice, "Even if we fail to kill him, Helian Peng will probably not be able to move for a month or two. Princess, do you want to send someone to..."

Ye Li shook her head and said, "Helian Peng's martial arts skills are not weak. Even if he is not as good as the prince, he should not be inferior to Ren Qining. Moreover, as a general of the Northern Rong, he must have someone to protect him now that he is injured. There is no need to send someone to die in vain. Let's go to Lingjiu Mountain first."

"Yes, Princess." Everyone responded, leaving some people to clean up the battlefield, and the rest escorted Ye Li to Lingjiu Mountain.

The news that Ye Li encountered Helian Peng blocking her way naturally could not be hidden from Mo Xiuyao. Although Ye Li was not injured, Mo Xiuyao's face was extremely ugly. Even Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingxi, who usually talked the most, did not dare to speak rashly, lest they angered Mo Xiuyao and asked for trouble. However, Mo Xiuyao snorted with a gloomy face, picked up the Burning Sword beside him and left the camp. Feng Zhiyao and others were stunned, and after a long while, Han Mingxi asked in a daze: "What is he...what is he going to do?"

Feng Zhiyao blinked and joked, "You're not going to kill Helian Peng, are you?"

Han Mingyue, who was sitting next to Han Mingxi, nodded and said, "He is indeed going to kill Helian Peng, and maybe Yelu Ye and Helian Zhen as well." Although Feng Zhiyao no longer trusted Han Mingyue, he still had some confidence in his ability and scheming. If it weren't for Su Zuidi, why would Han Mingyue be like this? Hearing what he said, Feng Zhiyao immediately jumped up and shouted, "Is he crazy? That's hundreds of thousands of troops. If he can massacre the Beirong army by himself, then why are we still fighting?"

Human power is limited. Even if Mo Xiuyao is the best martial artist in the world and can fight ten or a hundred people, can he fight a thousand or ten thousand people? If he wants to break into the military camp and kill Helian Peng and Yelu Ye, Feng Zhiyao still has only two words for him: you are looking for death!

After being shocked for a moment, Feng Zhiyao finally jumped up and rushed out while shouting, "Mo Xiuyao, I owed you in my last life. Come on! Gather the troops!"

Only Han Mingxi and Han Mingyue were left in the big tent. Han Mingxi looked at Han Mingyue and asked in disbelief, "Brother, does Mo Xiuyao really intend to kill Helian Peng?" Even if he wanted to kill him, he didn't need to break into the Beirong camp. He could find a chance to wait until Helian Peng was alone or out of the camp. With Mo Xiuyao's martial arts, he could kill several Helian Pengs.

Han Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "How could Prince Ding not think of what you can think of?"

Han Minglu was puzzled, "Why did he do this?"

"After today, as long as Mo Xiuyao is alive, I'm afraid no one in the world will dare to make plans for Ye Li." Han Mingyue sighed. He once thought that he loved Su Zuidi deeply, and even secretly thought that Mo Xiuyao didn't understand love. Only now did he understand that Mo Xiuyao didn't understand love, but he just didn't meet the right person. What Mo Xiuyao did for Ye Li, Han Mingyue thought he couldn't do it himself. Reaching out to pat his brother who was a little absent-minded, Han Mingyue turned around and walked out.

In the tent, Han Mingxi was silent for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly, with a hint of relief flashing across his brows. He could never do what Mo Xiuyao could do. It was not about ability, but about character. He could never do such a thing for a person, even if he... loved her...

This day is a day that all the Northern Rong soldiers will never forget. Of course, if they have eternal life.

Because the two armies had not fought in the past few days, the Beirong camp was much quieter. However, in such a quiet time, the soldiers guarding the gate of the camp watched a man in white clothes and silver hair approaching like a white cloud. Before the soldiers at the gate could react to this sudden scene, they felt a light on their necks. The scarlet and cold eyes of the man in white were the last thing they saw in this world.

Mo Xiuyao broke into the camp, and while the Beirong soldiers were still not able to react, he rushed towards the tent of the commander in chief. His Qinggong was extremely high, and he killed and injured countless people along the way with his sword energy. Even the unlucky ghost who accidentally became his stepping stone was shocked by the force of his foot and bled to death. Suddenly, the camp was in chaos. Countless soldiers rushed towards Mo Xiuyao. The soldiers who reacted quickly put their arrows on him and shot at him, but how could ordinary arrows hit Mo Xiuyao. Moreover, it was better for him to be in the air. Once he fell to the ground, it would be hard to say whether the arrow would hit Mo Xiuyao or his own people.

For a moment, the white-clothed figure was running back and forth in the military camp, and wherever he went, blood flowed like a river. No one survived under the Burning Sword, and every swing would bring out a flash of blood. Such power made even the Northern Rong soldiers, who were known for their bravery, feel terrified. They were afraid that if they were accidentally touched, they would die.

How could Yelu Ye, who was sitting in the main tent of the central army, not know about the commotion in the camp? Yelu Ye was furious because Helian Peng returned with injuries, but he heard a commotion and the sound of weapons coming from outside the camp, and he couldn't help but get angry. Just then, the soldiers outside came to report in a panic that someone had broken into the camp. Yelu Ye sneered, "I want to see who is so bold as to break into the Beirong camp." As soon as he went out with Helian Zhen and Helian Peng, who had just bandaged his wound, he saw Mo Xiuyao coming in with a white robe and a sword. The somewhat dark and ancient sword was now covered with blood and murderous aura.

"Mo Xiuyao!?"

Yelu Ye was shocked and angry. For a moment, he was confused as to why this evil star came to the Beirong camp at this time. Could it be that Mo Xiuyao suddenly thought that he could solve the war by killing him?

Anyone who has tried a little bit should know that wars between countries cannot be resolved by the death of one or two military leaders. Not to mention how difficult it is to assassinate a military commander.

Even if Yelu Ye was killed, how could he guarantee that he would be able to get out alive?

Mo Xiuyao, who was in the midst of the killing, also saw Yelu Ye and the other two. He smiled coldly, swung his sword and rushed towards Yelu Ye.

Looking at the sword glowing with bloody green light, Yeluye's expression changed slightly, "Incineration Sword?!"

Helian Zhen's face had turned dark long ago. Mo Xiuyao had single-handedly attacked the Beirong camp. If he was allowed to escape, the entire Beirong would be in trouble. With a cold snort, Helian Zhen swung the long sword in his hand and rushed back to Mo Xiuyao. Yelu Ye had the same idea as Helian Zhen. Seeing Helian Zhen take action, he drew his sword and rushed forward without hesitation. Since Mo Xiuyao came here by himself, it would be a great thing for Beirong if he could keep him. More importantly, if he could kill Mo Xiuyao... his position in the Beirong royal court would be unbreakable.

"Mo Xiuyao, you are so brave, you really look down on others!" Yelu Ye said coldly. Seeing the two people attacking, Mo Xiuyao did not answer, but just smiled coldly, and the long sword in his hand cut through the air like a stream of light, emitting a cold sword aura.

Helian Peng was already injured, but he just stood aside and watched. As soon as he saw Helian Zhen and Yelu Ye fighting with Mo Xiuyao, he knew that the two had no chance of winning. Mo Xiuyao's kung fu was far inferior to these two. Not to mention a comparison, these two were not even qualified to be compared with them. Looking down at the wound on his arm, and thinking of the woman in white with a gentle face, like a saint of the snow mountain, Helian Peng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He raised his hand to call the guard beside him and whispered a few words. The guard nodded and turned away.

Watching Helian Zhen and Yeluye struggling against his sword, Mo Xiuyao showed a mocking smile. He turned his eyes to Helian Zhen, who swung his sword without hesitation, showing no mercy. Helian Zhen knew that he could not resist the overwhelming force. But Mo Xiuyao gave up Yeluye and only targeted him. He had nowhere to hide. He could only raise his long sword to block Mo Xiuyao's sword.

With a bang, the long sword made of fine iron weighing hundreds of pounds shattered. The Burning Sword in Mo Xiuyao's hand continued to chop at Helian Zhen's head without hesitation. Seeing that Helian Zhen, a famous general of the Northern Rong, was in Mo Xiuyao's hands eighteen years ago, he finally regrouped and wanted to make a comeback eighteen years later, but he was killed by the sword before he could achieve any success. Looking at Helian Zhen's eyes full of fear and shock, Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed a cold and bloodthirsty smile.

“Go to hell!”

"bump--"

It seemed very slow, but in fact it was just a blink of an eye. Another long sword blocked Mo Xiuyao's thundering sword, and Helian Zhen was also caught by Yelu Ye next to him. Although he was spared death, the people present were still in shock.

Helian Peng was holding a golden sword in his hand. However, the sword had been broken into two pieces. Helian Peng's hand holding the sword was shaking constantly, and even the wound on his other arm that had been bandaged was cracked again. It was obvious that he had just tried his best to save Helian Zhen, and the internal force running through his body had actually cracked the wound.

Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and looked at the Burning Sword in his hand with an indifferent expression. After a while, he looked up at Helian Peng and said, "Great Kung Fu, Murong Xiong's apprentice?" If Helian Peng didn't tell Ye Li, he wouldn't be able to tell where Helian Peng came from. But Mo Xiuyao saw through Helian Peng's martial arts skills after just one fight. He sneered and said, "It seems that killing Murong Xiong wasn't an injustice to him."

Helian Peng was obviously not interested in Mo Xiuyao's identity as his enemy who killed his master. He grasped the short knife in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Not as good as Prince Ding. I wonder what Prince Ding means today?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a strange smile and said, "Don't you know what I mean?"

Yeluye let go of Helian Zhen's hand, stood beside Helian Peng and said in a deep voice: "Mo Xiuyao, don't think that I am afraid of you just because you are good at martial arts. I don't believe that you can stand up to me in this army of thousands of people by yourself?!"

Mo Xiuyao sneered and said, "If you don't know, I will tell you, if you dare to target A'li, you will all die!" The Burning Sword emitted a dangerous light, and Mo Xiuyao swung it casually, and the flag standing in the camp not far away fell down.

The muscles at the corners of Helian Peng's eyes jumped, and he wiped off the blood from his lips, sneering: "I want to see how powerful Prince Ding is!" With a wave of his hand, countless black-clothed men rushed out from every corner of the camp and rushed towards Mo Xiuyao. These people were trained by Helian Peng himself, and their skills were not much different from Qilin. The people of Beirong were bloodthirsty by nature, and the blood flowing in the camp by Mo Xiuyao aroused their murderous intent. They rushed towards Mo Xiuyao without hesitation, and they were really fearless.

But Mo Xiuyao let out a long roar, and his figure in white turned into a white rainbow and shot towards the crowd. Wherever he went, there was blood and countless broken limbs.

Although Jiaozi temporarily trapped Mo Xiuyao, the faces of Yeluye, Helianzhen and others who were standing aside and watching the battle looked even more miserable. Helianzhen had already lost too much blood, and was just injured by Mo Xiuyao, which made his face pale and his eyes full of gloom.

Although Helian Peng didn't value these specially trained subordinates as much as Ye Li did, these people were different from ordinary soldiers. Even under Helian Peng's command, there were only more than a thousand people. Previously, because Ye Li had killed more than a hundred people, he was able to find out a little about Ye Li. But now, in just a moment, nearly a hundred people were killed by Mo Xiuyao. How could Helian Peng not look unhappy?

Helian Zhen said with a cold face: "No matter what, we cannot let Mo Xiuyao leave here today!"

The threat from Mo Xiuyao was too great. If he felt that his failure was due to his carelessness when he was still a teenager 18 years ago, this encounter completely overturned Helian Zhen's idea. The current Mo Xiuyao was definitely not someone he could deal with. He had never felt the death-threatening feeling he had just had 18 years ago. Since he could not defeat Mo Xiuyao, he would have to kill him by any means necessary!

The Beirong soldiers standing aside and watching were also frightened by the bloody scene. This scene was actually more shocking than on the battlefield. Everyone on the battlefield was fighting for their lives. No one had the time to control the situation no matter how terrible it was. But at this moment, they watched this one-sided massacre with their eyes wide open. Those black-clothed men who seemed very powerful in the eyes of ordinary soldiers were like wooden chickens and clay dogs in front of this white-clothed and white-haired man. The snow and rain fell on Mo Xiuyao's snow-white clothes, adding a bit of murderous intent to his cold and bloodthirsty handsome face. It was as if he was a bloody Shura from hell.

"Ahh... Kill this devil!" Finally, someone couldn't help but lose his mind and rushed towards the bloodstained figure in white with his weapon. Unfortunately, before he could touch the opponent's clothes, he was split in half by the oncoming sword energy.

"Archers, shoot!" Yeluye ordered in a deep voice. These black-clothed Yazi may be able to trap Mo Xiuyao, or even exhaust his internal energy and kill him in the end. But that is assuming that Mo Xiuyao himself does not want to escape. More importantly, even if Mo Xiuyao does not escape, no one knows how many Yazi lives will be needed to exhaust Mo Xiuyao's internal energy and physical strength. Maybe it will take two thousand or three thousand? They don't have that many people. I'm afraid that if the last black-clothed man dies, it will be their turn to try the sword of the Burning Sword next.

In an instant, arrows rained down like a torrential rain. Although they were aimed at Mo Xiuyao, many of the black-clothed men were too close to him. Moreover, Mo Xiuyao's figure was erratic, so he shot and killed indiscriminately. Mo Xiuyao sneered, grabbed a black-clothed man and threw him away, and he was shot into a hedgehog. He turned around and swung his long sword, and the feather arrows shot from a distance seemed to be blocked by something and rolled back to the people who originally shot them.

"Yelü Ye, you are looking for death!" Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice.

"Protect the Seventh Prince!" Everyone was shocked. Dozens of people rushed to Yeluye and blocked Mo Xiuyao's angry sword. Of the dozen people who blocked the sword, only three or four remained to protect Yeluye. Fortunately, Mo Xiuyao was quickly distracted by the arrows from behind, otherwise Yeluye's life would have been in danger. Although he saved his life, Yeluye's face turned pale. Looking at Helian Zhen, who had just escaped the disaster like him, he couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile and dared not to issue orders at random anymore.

"How good is Mo Xiuyao's martial arts?" Looking at the man in white clothes and white hair, Yelu Ye couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Helian Peng covered his wound and leaned against the door of the tent. The bleeding wound not only made his face pale, but also made him feel a little dizzy. "Now Mo Xiuyao, I am afraid he can be regarded as the best in the world. More than two years ago, he had to join forces with Lei Zhenting and Ling Tiehan to kill my master. If it were now... I am afraid that even my master in his prime might not be his opponent." There is a kind of person who is called a genius. It seems that he does not need to practice hard or hone himself. He is born to stand higher than others. Such a genius, even God can't help but be jealous. And Mo Xiuyao is obviously such a person.

Just when the entire Beirong camp was terrified by Mo Xiuyao's killing, a noisy sound was heard outside the gate again.

I saw two figures, one red and one white, rushing in from outside, like two shadows rushing towards Mo Xiuyao.

"Mo Xiuyao!" Feng Zhiyao's voice was furious. Fortunately, he spoke first, otherwise, he would have been hit by two swords like those black-clothed men of Beirong who were ravaged by Mo Xiuyao.

Mo Xiuyao put away his sword, glanced unhappily at Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingyue who were standing in front of him, and said, "Who asked you to meddle in other people's business?" Han Mingyue just smiled and said nothing. He just followed Feng Zhiyao to help, and he knew that Mo Xiuyao would not appreciate his kindness so he simply said nothing.

Feng Zhiyao was so angry that he almost burst into a rage. He grabbed Mo Xiuyao and said, "Why don't you leave? Do you want to die here?!" Under normal circumstances, Feng Zhiyao would never be able to catch Mo Xiuyao, but after Mo Xiuyao's killing spree, his anger and brutality had dissipated a lot, and he was also a little tired. Even if Mo Xiuyao was really the best martial artist in the world, there were no less than hundreds of Beirong masters who died at his hands today. It was impossible that he really had no energy consumption at all. He just wanted to vent his anger on the Beirong people and give them a warning, but he didn't intend to risk his life. Even if Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingyue didn't come, he would leave in a while.

At this time, he was stopped by Feng Zhiyao and did not stay any longer. He glanced at Yeluye with contempt and said, "Let's go."

He took the lead and used his Qinggong to go out of the gate.

"Mo Xiuyao?!" Yeluye was immediately enraged by the contemptuous look and roared, "Kill him!"

Han Mingyue, who was the last one to fall, sighed helplessly, swung his sword to deflect the oncoming arrows, and jumped up to fly outside.

Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingyue dared to go straight into the Northern Rong camp, so they were certainly prepared. The three of them left the camp and were still being chased by the Northern Rong army. However, they had only chased them for two or three miles when they saw the Black Cloud Cavalry of the Mohist Army waiting in formation. Mo Xiuyao and the other two fell into the Mohist Army and turned around to see the Northern Rong army chasing them. The two armies confronted each other.

"Mo Xiuyao, one day, I will make you die ugly!" Yeluye said angrily, looking at Mo Xiuyao sitting on the horse opposite him in a white robe stained with blood. Mo Xiuyao snorted, pointed his long sword at Yeluye and sneered, "This is exactly what I want to say to you. I will teach you a lesson today. If there is a next time, I will kill you! Go back to the camp!"

Seeing Mo Xiuyao leisurely leaving surrounded by the Mo family army, Yeluye's face turned pale, "Go back!"

Yeluye and his party returned to the camp. As a result of Mo Xiuyao's commotion today, more than 200 ordinary soldiers in the Beirong camp were killed or injured. The casualties of the Jiaozi specially trained by Helian Zhen and Helian Peng were as high as 400 to 500. The Fenmie Sword cut iron like mud. Not to mention stabbing the vital points, even if the sword energy touched anywhere, it would seriously injure and half die. Those injured soldiers were no different from dead, and they would never be able to fight on the battlefield again. This was not the worst thing. After all, compared with the army of millions, the loss of a few hundred people was almost negligible. But the psychological shadow caused by this massacre on the Beirong soldiers was the most serious thing. King Ding was alone, but he was able to march freely in the camp of hundreds of thousands of troops, causing blood to flow like a river and no one could stop him. This made the Beirong soldiers, who were already somewhat stressed about the reputation of the Mohist Army, even more afraid of the name of King Ding.

"Seventh Prince." Helian Peng knelt on the ground in the big tent. He had just been seriously injured but had not been able to rest properly, which made his strong face look a little haggard and weak. Yeluye stared at him coldly and said, "What do you want to say?" Today's incident was caused by Helian Peng's attack on Ye Li. Originally, Yeluye did not agree with Helian Peng's action. It was not that he did not want to deal with Ye Li, but Ye Li, as Princess Ding, must have countless masters protecting her. The probability of success was too low. What's more, the fate of those who had attacked Ye Li was still there.

As expected, Helian Peng's plan failed, but it led to Mo Xiuyao's crazy revenge. This time, what they lost was not the lives of those hundreds of soldiers, but the morale of the Beirong army. This situation can only be recovered without a few amazing victories.

Helian Peng was silent, bowed his head and said: "I have nothing to say, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Yeluye stared at Helian Peng for a long while before he sighed and said, "Forget it, you are also seriously injured, get up. Heal your wounds before making plans." Although Yeluye was very unhappy at this moment because of what Helian Peng had caused, he would not do something like cutting off his arm at this time. He waved his hand to signal Helian Peng to stand up, and Helian Peng thanked him and stood up.

Yeluye looked at Helian Zhen who was sitting next to him and asked, "What do you think, uncle?"

Helian Zhen had been silent since he came back. Seeing Yelu Ye asking him, he sighed and said, "I didn't expect that in just a dozen years, Mo Xiuyao's changes would be so amazing. Your Highness, if Mo Xiuyao is not eliminated, he will definitely become a major threat to our Beirong."

Yelu Ye frowned and said, "Uncle, what you said is right. However, there are countless people in this world who want to get rid of Mo Xiuyao, but who has succeeded? The Mo Xiuyao of today is not the Mo Xiuyao of the past." At that time, the Ding Palace was still restrained by the royal family of Da Chu, so they had a loophole to turn and took the opportunity to give the Ding Palace a fatal blow. It's a pity that the big snake didn't die, so Mo Xiuyao grew up to be the biggest enemy of Beirong today. But now the Ding Palace has long been separated from Da Chu, and Mo Xiuyao has the final say. What's more, the Ding Palace is united and impeccable.

Helian Zhen lowered his eyes and said, "From what I can see today, Prince Ding's only weakness is Princess Ding."

"Uncle! Absolutely not!" Yelu Ye said sternly.

Helian Zhen was stunned, looking at Yeluye in confusion. Yeluye smiled helplessly and said, "Uncle, don't you understand what happened today? Don't try to get Ye Li in the future. Unless Mo Xiuyao dies, no one can touch Ye Li anymore." Mo Xiuyao's actions today clearly told everyone that whoever dared to touch Ye Li would be killed even if he died. Fortunately, what happened today could be regarded as a warning. If Mo Xiuyao really made up his mind to kill them today, even if Mo Xiuyao died of exhaustion in the end, I'm afraid none of the three of them would be able to escape before he died.

The people in power always like to say that they will do whatever it takes, but this cost will never include themselves. Now that they have lost their lives, what does it matter if they kill Mo Xiuyao? What does it matter if they destroy Prince Ding's Mansion? Aren't others the ones who benefit?

Helian Zhen pondered for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "I didn't expect that there would be a lover in Prince Ding's Mansion."

Helian Peng stood up and said to Yelu Ye: "Your Highness, I request your permission to go to the Lingjiu Mountain camp."

Yeluye frowned and asked, "Do you still want to deal with Ye Li?"

Helian Peng said: "I will not attack Princess Ding again. But Princess Ding is now stationed in the Lingjiu Mountain camp, and our army needs someone to guard there. Princess Ding is very resourceful, and I am afraid that the person stationed there is,"

Yeluye thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's fine. You can go after you recover from your injury. Don't provoke Ye Li again." Finally, Yeluye couldn't help but warn. Helian Peng nodded and said, "I understand. My injury is not serious. I can set off tomorrow."

"Go ahead." Yelu Ye waved his hand and said no more.

In the Mohist army camp, the Third Young Master Feng was imposing, his handsome face glaring angrily at someone who was slowly bandaging a wound in the main seat. The words that came out of his mouth were so harsh that most people would have committed suicide out of shame if they had heard them.

But after the killing, Prince Dingguo was obviously in a very good mood, and he didn't care about the scolding of the Third Master Feng. He didn't ask for help, but just casually grabbed a cloth placed aside to bandage the wound on his arm, and didn't bother to pay attention to other minor injuries.

"Feng San, when did you turn into an old woman? Are you tired of nagging me?" After bandaging the wound, Mo Xiu Yao raised his eyes and glanced at Master Feng San indifferently, and said calmly.

The Third Young Master Feng couldn't help but choke, and was even more furious, roaring: "Mo Xiuyao, if you're looking for death, don't drag everyone in Prince Ding's Mansion to die with you! You're going to break into the Northern Rong camp alone. You, Prince Ding, are the best martial artist in the world, so why don't you go and kill Yeluye, the Northern Rong King Lei Zhenting, and Mo Jingli?! If they're all dead, the world will be at peace. Of course, don't forget to slit your own throat with a sword in the end." At the end, the Third Young Master Feng laughed in anger and showed Mo Xiuyao a malicious and sarcastic smile.

"Shut up." Mo Xiuyao said calmly.

Feng Zhiyao was so angry that he picked up something at hand and threw it at Mo Xiuyao, then slammed the table and walked out. "You can kill me if you want, I won't do it anymore!" After saying that, he walked out angrily. Fortunately, there were only two brothers, Han Mingyue and Han Mingxi, in the tent. If the generals of the Mo family army saw it, Feng Zhiyao would be charged with treason.

Mo Xiuyao frowned and took the thing Feng Zhiyao threw to him. "Stop, where are you going?"

"I want to go to Vulture Peak!"

"If you dare to look for A'li, I will break your legs." Mo Xiuyao said sinisterly, "Okay, I know what happened today. I just want to teach Yeluye a lesson. I won't come again. You are tired, go back and rest." After saying that, he waved his hand and walked out of the tent. Feng Zhiyao was left sitting there in a daze. It took him a long time to react, "Mo Xiuyao! I saved your life and you want to break my legs?!" What does it mean to have opposite sex but no humanity? This is it. What does it mean to stab your brother for your wife? Just look at King Ding and you will know.

Han Mingyue and Han Mingxi looked at each other, patted Feng Zhiyao's shoulder sympathetically, and walked out.

What happened in the Mohist Army camp would not reach Ye Li's ears under the strict and threatening orders of His Royal Highness Prince Ding. Ye Li brought Qin Feng and others to the Lingjiu Mountain camp that night. Lingjiu Mountain was not the main battlefield, and Feihong Pass was the most important support. The Ding Palace, which had a small number of troops, naturally would not deploy too many troops here. Only Zhou Min, a deputy general under Zhang Qilan, led 50,000 Mohist Army soldiers and 50,000 troops from the Great Chu to guard here.

When Ye Li and his party arrived, they had not been notified in advance, so naturally no one came out to greet them. However, the scene outside the army made Ye Li frown. It was already late at night, and most of the Mohist army should have gone to sleep at this time, except for the patrolling soldiers. However, before Ye Li and his party approached the camp, they heard a noise coming from inside. This was not the noise of something happening in the army, but the sound of soldiers drinking and playing. Ye Li's beautiful face suddenly became gloomy.

Zhuo Jing and others were originally from the secret guards and had basically never been in the army. Qin Feng was originally from the Black Cloud Cavalry, and the Black Cloud Cavalry's military discipline was only stricter than that of the ordinary Mohist Army. They had never seen such a situation, and their faces looked a little ugly. Yun Ting and Chen Yun were both from the army. Yun Ting coughed lightly and whispered: "Princess, these should not be soldiers of the Mohist Army, but the original soldiers of the Great Chu who were gathered after we recovered the lost land of the Great Chu." Yun Ting had been in the Great Chu Army. Although Murong Shen could be considered to have strict military discipline, he was still a little hypocritical. He had also heard of many cases of lax military discipline. These Chu troops were beaten to a pulp by the Northern Rong. If the Mohist Army hadn't taken them in, they would have been no different from bandits. Yun Ting wasn't surprised at all by this.

Ye Li soon figured out the key point. The Lingjiu Mountain Camp was run by the Mohist Army and the Great Chu Army. The remnants of the Great Chu Army were naturally inferior to the Mohist Army in terms of combat power and other aspects. Maybe some of them would just give up. Zhou Min had just made a bet, so he was afraid that it would be difficult to control them.

Suppressing the anger in her heart, Ye Li said calmly: "Let's go in and take a look."

Seeing them appear at the gate, the guard who was originally playing fist fighting finally remembered his duty, and quickly stood up and asked loudly, "Who is coming?"

Ye Li asked in a deep voice: "Where is General Zhou?"

When the guard saw that there was a young and beautiful woman among the people, he couldn't help but look down on her. He waved his hand and said, "This is a restricted area of ​​the military camp. How can a woman like you ask questions? Hurry up and leave."

"How dare you!" Qin Feng said in a deep voice, "Princess Ding has arrived, and yet you don't let General Zhou come out to greet her."

Several guards were stunned, and after looking at Ye Li and the others, they couldn't help but laugh, "You said she is Princess Ding? A weak yellow-haired girl actually dared to pretend to be Princess Ding, how brave! I think you are spies of Beirong?" It must be said that Princess Ding is too famous, but not many people have seen Ye Li. And Ye Li's appearance is too deceptive. In the night, she really looks like a weak lady from a wealthy family.

"If she is Princess Ding, wouldn't I be Prince Ding?" a guard said with a smug smile.

"How dare you!" Qin Feng's face turned pale. Before the guards could see clearly how he moved, he grabbed the man who had just spoken and threw him hard against the door beside him. He immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. The man raised his head in shock. A shining sword was already at his throat. Qin Feng sneered, "You are so brave. Don't you want to live?"

The others were also frightened by this sudden change and immediately shouted loudly, forgetting even the signals and drums of war when the enemy attacked. Seeing this, Ye Li and the others frowned even more.

Soon the camp became even more lively. Many soldiers came in hastily, but they all looked in disarray. When they saw that the soldiers at the gate were not enemy soldiers, but several men and women with outstanding looks, they were stunned and didn't know what to do. Until a drunken general came over, the guards at the gate hurriedly stepped forward and reported: "General, these people pretended to be Princess Ding and wanted to break into the camp..."

"What? How dare you..." The general was about to get angry when a black jade pendant was handed to him. Zhuo Jing said coldly, "Did you see it clearly?"

The general's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the word "Ding" on the black jade pendant in front of him. His legs couldn't help but go limp, "Princess Ding...Princess Ding?"

Ye Li stepped forward, looked at him calmly and said, "Who are you to report this? Where is General Zhou?"

The general said hurriedly: "I am the general of Luozhou City, Sun Yaowu. Zhou Min... General Zhou's camp is still ten miles away from here." It turned out that since Zhou Min and Sun Yaowu were ordered to garrison here, the Mohist Army and these remnants of the Great Chu had been at odds. These remnants were beaten terribly by the Northern Rong people and were almost useless on the battlefield. If they were not worried that they would wander outside and harm the people, I am afraid they would have been allowed to disarm and return to the fields long ago.

Zhou Min was just starting out on his own and was not strong enough. The Mohist army was disciplined, but he could not control these remnants of the Chu. Helplessly, Zhou Min did not expect them to do anything, so he only let them camp ten miles behind the battlefield, and he led 50,000 Mohist soldiers to guard the front to guard against the Northern Rong people. Because it was close to Feihong Pass, and Feihong Pass was guarded by Yuan Pei's more than 200,000 troops, it was not very difficult.

In this situation, even Ye Li was very angry. If Ye Li hadn't insisted on coming to Lingjiu Mountain, maybe this place would be the first place to have problems when the two armies started fighting.

"I didn't know the princess was coming, so I couldn't greet her from afar. Please forgive me. Please go to the camp and rest for a while. I will send someone to invite General Zhou to come." It's unknown how Sun Yaowu fought, but he was very skilled in flattery. Ye Li was unhappy and was about to refuse to leave and go to Zhou Min's camp. A series of neat horse hoof sounds came from afar. In less than a moment, a middle-aged man rode his horse in front of Ye Li, stopped at the door, turned over and dismounted, and came to Ye Li, lifted his battle robe and knelt on one knee, "General Zhou Min, meet the princess."