The group took advantage of the night and sneaked into the canyon quietly.
The canyon was filled with white fog, obstructing vision, but for Xia He, who had already mastered the enemy's distribution map, this was nothing.
He led the team, moving through the canyon like a ghost, heading straight for the ambush site of the White Robe Army.
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At this time, the lights were on in the temporary camp of the White Robe Army.
Although the camp was simple, its layout was rigorous. The patrolling soldiers all had solemn expressions, their eyes scanning the surroundings like hawks.
In a large tent in the center of the camp, a young man with no white beard was sitting at a desk, holding a military book in his hands and reading it with a focused expression.
There was a scholarly air between his eyebrows, but his eyes were as deep as the abyss, with a hint of sharpness.
If Xia He was here, he would be shocked - this person is actually Gu Changfeng from Tiangong Pavilion!
However, his true identity is far from simple. When the Su family was destroyed, he survived by chance, hiding his identity and dormant for many years.
Now, he finally raised this white robe army, vowing to rebel against the court and seek justice for the Su family. His real name is actually Su Changfeng.
Outside the tent, a hunched old slave slowly walked in, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand, and sighed softly:
"Young Master, it's late at night. Go to bed early and don't overwork yourself."
Su Changfeng didn't even raise his head and said calmly: "I know, you can put it down first."
The old servant put the soup bowl on the table. Seeing that Su Changfeng was still buried in the military book, he could not help but persuade him again:
"Young Master, your health is the most important thing. You haven't had a good rest for several days."
Su Changfeng then raised his head, with a trace of fatigue in his eyes:
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The army from Yunzhou has been blocked outside the canyon by us. The commander Zhao Tiangang is a conservative person and dare not act rashly. Everything is arranged properly, and I will lead the main force to capture Youzhou tomorrow."
"As long as Youzhou is in hand, the imperial court will have to defend against the northern barbarians and will not be able to withdraw troops to deal with us in a short period of time. By then, the White Robe Army can rely on Youzhou to gradually erode the Hexi lineage and expand its power."
When he said this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his tone became low:
"More importantly, we can finally avenge the Su family. I have waited for this day for too long."
When the old slave heard this, tears welled up in his eyes and he said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, the spirit of the master in heaven will surely be pleased."
Su Changfeng took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and was about to say something else when he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps outside the tent.
Then, a figure shrouded in shadow walked in silently.
The man's face was blurry, as if blending into the darkness, with only a pair of cold eyes flashing faintly in the shadows.
When Su Changfeng saw this person, his brows slightly frowned and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
The old slave immediately stood in front of Su Changfeng and stared at the person who came vigilantly.
The man spoke, his voice hoarse and cold:
"How are things arranged? I asked so many of your men to go to Xuantian Temple to die. If the result is not achieved, you will be the first to die."
Su Changfeng pushed the old slave away, took a step forward and whispered, "Don't worry, Uncle Wang, it's not the real body of the Heavenly King who is here."
Then he turned his head again.
"Everything has been done. Although the operation at Xuantian Temple resulted in heavy losses, it successfully diverted the court's attention. All the kerosene has been successfully transported out and placed near Wangxian Mountain."
The man stared at Su Changfeng for a moment, and finally nodded:
"Very good. Remember your promise, otherwise, you know the consequences."
After saying this, he flashed and disappeared outside the tent like a ghost, as if he had never appeared.
Silence returned to the tent. The old servant looked at Su Changfeng worriedly and whispered:
"Young Master, this person's origins are unknown and his intentions are hard to predict. If we cooperate with him, I'm afraid..."
Su Changfeng raised his hand to interrupt him, his eyes firm:
"No need to say more. In order to get revenge, some price must be paid. As long as I can achieve my goal, what does it matter if I try to get the skin of a tiger?"
I'm afraid no one would have thought that the sudden deaths of several officials in Yunzhou were nothing more than a cover-up.
"Father, please bless me, my child."
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