When Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu were recruiting and training soldiers for Chen Yi in Yunnan, they secretly placed a lot of their own people there, but most of them later either changed their minds according to the situation, died on the battlefield, or were discovered by Chen Yi and secretly dealt with. Now there is only one person left who is available and trustworthy, and his name is Qu Yan.

Qu Yan was originally a small bandit leader who was granted amnesty by them. At that time, Yuan Nanyu saved his family and his brothers, and he has always been grateful to him.

This man was not very capable, and was now only a small centurion, but he knew how to act in a low profile and had never aroused Chen Yi's suspicion, so he was able to survive until now. The letter that Yan Sikong wrote to Yuan Nanyu in Chen Yi's army was sent through him.

For safety reasons, they usually had no contact or meeting. Yan Sikong only needed to hide the letter in the toilet, and his guards would send the toilet to Tumen, which was responsible for dealing with leaks in the camp. A disabled confidant of Qu Yan would take out the letter and hand it to Qu Yan.

This plan is bold and dangerous, and regardless of success or failure, Qu Yan cannot continue to stay in the Chu camp. But as long as he goes to Feng Ye, he will be greatly promoted and reused.

After seeing Yuan Nanyu off during the day, Yan Sikong had a hearty meal that night with the wine and food that Chen Yi had sent over. He had not had a drop of water for three days since he arrived at the Chu camp. Only after Yuan Nanyu was safe did he eat and drink to his heart's content. Not only did he finish a pot of wine, he also ordered three more.

At midnight, he suddenly vomited violently in the tent, and the vomiting sound was so loud that even the guards outside the tent could hear it clearly.

Two guards came in and saw that Yan Sikong's vomit had soiled the bed and the floor. The tent was even more stinky. They wrinkled their noses and said, "Master Yan, are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor to check you out?"

Yan Sikong wiped the corner of his mouth and raised his head. His face was pale and weak, and his eyes were full of drunkenness: "No, no need, give it to me..." He pointed to the mess he had vomited, and then pointed to one of the guards who was of similar height to him, "You, clean it up for me...clean it up." After saying that, he fell to the side with a thud, groaning uncomfortably.

The other guard went out happily, and the designated guard had to squat and clean up the dirty things although he was reluctant.

When he turned his back, Yan Sikong, who was originally drunk and staggering, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly. He stood up suddenly and chopped the guard's neck fiercely with a knife. The man fainted without a sound.

Yan Sikong quickly changed his clothes, moved him to the couch, and covered him with a quilt.

Then he took the oil that was in the tent and the three pitchers of wine that he had not touched, although he was about to come, and scattered them all over the tent.

After doing all this, he threw the candlestick on the curtain, picked up the night pot filled with stinking vomit, and walked out.

He covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, lifted the night pot exaggeratedly far away, and deliberately leaned towards other guards. The guards covered their noses and avoided him. In addition, it was dark at night, so they did not realize that the person who went in and the person who came out were not the same person.

The guards patrolling the camp saw Yan Sikong carrying the urine pot and walking towards the earth gate, but they didn't show any interest. He walked a long way out before hearing a commotion coming from the direction of his tent. The fire in the tent was bright, and it was still conspicuous in the darkness.

The patrolmen ran towards the burning tent. Yan Sikong threw the night pot and yelled, "Oh no! The enemy has sneaked into our camp—"

A few days ago, Feng Ye had just stolen from the camp of Prince Ning. Although it did not cause much damage, it made people panic. Chen Yi also doubled the patrols to prevent any further damage. Now, hearing this roar, plus the fire on the tent in the distance, no one doubted it at all, and they all thought that Feng Ye had really come.

Soldiers rushed out of the tents one after another, most of them without even bothering to put on their clothes, and ran towards the burning tents with weapons in hand.

Yan Sikong mixed in the crowd and shouted "steal the camp". Many people followed suit and shouted with him to remind others. The camp suddenly became chaotic.

Yan Sikong sneered in his heart. Speaking of the art of leading troops, Chen Yu was far inferior to Feng Ye.

The camp was set up in a closed area with a bonfire every 100 meters. The bonfires were distributed in blocks, dividing the camp into areas called "boundary islands". Once the enemy attacked, the first thing the soldiers had to do was not to pick up their weapons and rush around in the camp looking for the enemy, but to organize the troops and line up in their own islands first. In this way, the sentries on high places could see at a glance which areas were in order and which were in disorder, making it impossible for the intruders to hide. Once the enemy was determined, they could encircle and suppress them in groups and quickly destroy them.

This method of setting up camp was first invented by Feng Jianping and has been used by Feng Ye to this day. The Feng family army has been fighting outside for many years, and except for intentional attempts to lure the enemy, their camp has never been stolen by the enemy.

The Feng Family Army's method of setting up camp is not a secret, and many people want to learn it. However, without the commander's usual strict discipline and strict enforcement of orders as a foundation, once something unexpected happens, it will be difficult to control so many people.

If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. If you want to use the tools to their full potential, you must first master the methods. Everyone can read military books and recite military tactics, but only those who can both sharpen swords and wield swords like Feng Ye can become true great generals.

But Chen Yu obviously did not have such talent.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yan Sikong hid himself in the crowd and ran towards his final destination - the Chu camp granary.

When they arrived at the granary, Qu Yan was leading a group of bandit brothers to fight with the granary guards. They were originally Chu troops, and they attacked the enemy without being prepared, catching the guards off guard. Most importantly, the army was lured away by the "sneak camp" enemy troops, and the granary was poorly defended at this time.

Yan Sikong joined the battle, slashing the enemy with his sword, and under Qu Yan's cover, he poured buckets of lamp oil on the tent of the granary.

Yan Sikong took the torch handed to him, looked out of the account at the mountain of food inside, with a sinister smile on his face.

Chen Yu, the last lesson I teach you is not to become an enemy of me, Yan Sikong.

I hope you will benefit from it throughout your life.

He threw the torch without hesitation.

——

Yuan Nanyu took a short rest, feeling uneasy for most of the day. At night, he and Feng Ye went to the inner prison of Prince Jingyuan's Palace, where Yuan Shaoxu was imprisoned.

Before entering the inner prison, Feng Ye suddenly stopped and said softly: "Quewang, do you think you are Yuan Nanyu or Yan Sikong?"

Yuan Nanyu was stunned. He was silent for a long time before he said, "Your subordinate..."

"I don't want your 'I don't know', I want your intuition."

Yuan Nanyu sighed softly: "I think he is Yan Sikong."

Feng Ye closed his eyes.

"In fact, the Wolf King should have a better...intuitive idea of ​​who Yan Sikong is than I do. It's just... the Wolf King doesn't want to know that he is Yan Sikong."

Feng Ye took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs: "Now, I want a clear answer."

The two men left the guards outside and entered the inner prison. There was only one cell in the prison, and Yuan Shaoxu was lying in the corner.

Hearing the noise, Yuan Shaoxu woke up. He turned around and saw the face of the person who came. His eyes widened immediately.

Yuan Shaoxu was once a handsome and heroic general in his prime, but after several months of torture in prison, he is now skinny and unkempt, and even his closest people are afraid to recognize him.

Yuan Nanyu looked at him with mixed feelings. He was ambushed and humiliated, and Yuan Shaoxu was the culprit, but this man was his brother after all.

Yuan Shaoxu suddenly rolled and crawled to the iron railing and shook it vigorously: "Let me out, please let me out!"

A hoarse voice describes madness.

Yuan Nan sighed: "Brother——"

“Yan Sikong!” Yuan Shaoxu pointed at Yuan Nanyu with a horrified expression, “You ungrateful beast, you, you hurt me, you hurt me!”

Feng Ye frowned and looked at Yuan Shaoxu's appearance. It was clear that something was wrong with him. He couldn't even tell who he was calling "Yan Sikong".

"Brother, who are you calling?" Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice, "I am Que Wang, you are now..."

“You’re hurting me!” Yuan Shaoxu pointed at Yuan Nanyu with his hands shaking and his face twisted. “Yan Sikong, you want to kill me, you, you’re here to kill me, let me out, let me out!” He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Feng Ye. “Wolf King, please let me go, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”

Yuan Nanyu saw that Yuan Shaoxu had been imprisoned and lost his mind. He felt resentful and pitiful, and felt very uncomfortable. He pleaded with Feng Ye, "Wolf King, he is in such a state now that we cannot interrogate him. Can you... find a doctor to check him out first?"

Feng Ye looked at the mad Yuan Shaoxu with a gloomy face, wishing he could tear his head off. He said, "Then call a doctor."

The guards went to invite the doctor from the mansion, but when the old doctor saw Yuan Shaoxu's dirty and crazy appearance, he was a little afraid to get close to him.

Feng Ye ordered: "Go and tie him up."

"Let me do it." Yuan Nanyu took the rope from the guard.

The guard opened the cell door, and Yuan Nanyu walked in, saying softly, "Brother, don't be afraid. The Wolf King has called a doctor to treat you. Why don't you kneel down and thank the Wolf King for his grace?"

As soon as Yuan Nanyu entered the cell, Yuan Shaoxu shouted in horror: "Don't come over here, Yan Sikong, don't come over here!"

"Brother, don't be afraid. I'm not Yan Sikong. I'm Yuan Nanyu. Look, it's me." Yuan Nanyu lifted his hair to reveal the ink mark. "Don't be afraid."

Yuan Shaoxu stared at Yuan Nanyu steadily, and his mind seemed to become clearer: "You... Nanyu? You are... Nanyu?"

"Yes, I am. I'm just not wearing a mask. Don't be afraid." Yuan Nanyu walked over slowly. "You are sick. The doctor wants to treat you."

"Cure the disease..." Yuan Shaoxu murmured.

"Yes, cure the disease, big brother, it's okay." Yuan Nanyu finally walked in front of Yuan Shaoxu, squatted down, and said softly, "Big brother, don't move, you will be fine after the disease is cured." Then he wrapped the rope around Yuan Shaoxu's body and tied it quietly.

Yuan Shaoxu's body was rigid, motionless, his eyes were empty.

Just when Yuan Shaoxu had wrapped the rope twice, he suddenly shuddered, pulled his hand out abruptly, grabbed something, and threw it hard at Yuan Nanyu.

Although Yuan Nanyu was prepared, he was too close. In addition, Yuan Shaoxu was already a good martial artist, and he suddenly attacked. Yuan Nanyu was unable to dodge and was hit hard on the forehead. He fell backwards to the ground, his brain was concussed, and his eyes were blurred.

Yuan Shaoxu held the stone bowl he used for eating and smashed it towards Yuan Nanyu on the ground again, shouting frantically: "Yan Sikong, I will kill you——"

Yuan Nanyu endured the pain, rolled over to avoid the attack, and kicked Yuan Shaoxu to the ground.

Feng Ye and the guards rushed into the cell one after the other. Feng Ye kicked Yuan Shaoxu out fiercely. The guards stepped forward to subdue him. Feng Ye helped Yuan Nanyu up: "Doctor!"

"It's okay...it's okay..." Yuan Nanyu only felt the blood flowing into his eyes, one eye turned white and the other turned blood red. Feng Ye's face swayed in front of his eyes, and countless shadows appeared.

Suddenly, countless familiar yet unfamiliar images flooded into his mind like a flood of seawater. The severe pain in his skull completely exceeded the injuries on his skin. He held his head, screamed in pain, curled up into a ball, and rolled on the ground in agony.

"Forget it!" Feng Ye pressed Yuan Nanyu nervously, "Go, go and call a doctor!"

Yuan Nanyu finally couldn't withstand the waves of severe pain and passed out.

——

When the fire met the lamp oil, it burst into flames. The fire dragon moved along the place where the lamp oil was spilled, and in a moment it became a prairie fire, devouring the military tent madly.

"There's a fire—the granary has a fire—"

The Chu army shouted.

The guards were unable to kill the enemies and rushed to fetch water to put out the fire.

Qu Yan ran to Yan Sikong and said, "Sir, let's go."

Yan Sikong said, "Qu Yan, take your brothers and escape from Tumen while the chaos is going on, and go seek refuge with the Wolf King."

"Yes, let's go!"

Yan Sikong said calmly, "Now it's only the outer tent that's on fire. If it's put out, it won't cause too much damage. I'm going to add another fire to the granary."

Qu Yan's eyes widened: "Master Yan, you are crazy, hurry up and leave!"

Yan Sikong took the torch from his hand and said, "Let's go." Then he walked towards the burning granary without hesitation.

Qu Yan went up to pull Yan Sikong: "Master Yan, you..."

Yan Sikong turned around suddenly, and pointed the sharp white sword directly at Qu Yan's heart. His eyes were sharp and cold, and he said coldly: "Let's go."

Qu Yan looked at Yan Sikong in shock.

Yan Sikong turned around and walked into the granary that was engulfed in fire without looking back.

The granary was already as hot as hell on earth. The tattered cloth and wooden beams on the tent roof kept falling down. It was extremely dangerous, but he walked forward without hesitation.

The fire he set burned 40,000 shi of grain and grass of Chen Yi, completely destroying Chen Yi's dream of becoming an emperor. If he was caught, Chen Yi would probably kill him, so he would not risk being caught and run away. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to end up like Xie Zhongren, the bastard. Therefore, this was where Yan Sikong would end up.

Only if he died, Chen Yu would not be able to use him to threaten Feng Ye.

He had avenged and redressed his biological parents and adoptive father, he had rescued his younger brother, and he had fulfilled the promise he made to Feng Ye when he was young. If there was any regret, it was that he failed to repay She Jun's repeated rescues and broke his promise; second, he failed to kill Han Zhaoxing with his own hands, but he wiped out Han Zhaoxing's nine clans, which was enough.

In this life, he has tried his best to live up to those who have treated him well. Now his life is not perfect, but it is acceptable. So, why should he live on, after all, he has nothing.

Looking back on his life, he had struggled in every possible way, and had used all his strength to fight against fate, but in the end he was defeated miserably. He had nothing: family, people, reputation, ideals, and hopes.

He had used fire to take countless lives, and he only hoped that this fire could burn away all his sins. If there was an afterlife, he wanted to be reborn with a clean record and become an insignificant person, living an ordinary life.

Flames spread before his eyes, burning his skin and causing pain. His eyes were almost closed, but he still stood there without moving.

He threw away his sword and torch, took off his armor, and then gently and carefully took out something from his arms, something fiery red.

When it was spread out, it was a square red wedding veil.

He wandered from place to place, discarding all his possessions, including gold, silver, wealth, and reputation. Only these things he always carried with him, and now, they had to accompany him on his journey.

He stared at the bright red handkerchief, and thought of the night when it was covered on his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that when a person is about to die, he can let go of everything.

He placed the veil against his face and rubbed it gently. His expression was calm, except for tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Feng Ye, I don't hate you. I hope that one day you will no longer hate me, and when you think of me again, I will still be the same person who made you happy when we were young.

Feng Ye, I wish you to become a talented and famous general throughout the ages.

But I can't fulfill your wish.