In the middle of the night, a hundred miles away from Dongyingkou, a river beach called Qinhuang River.

A group of Hundred Battle Army was camping here, and Zhao Lian was among them. The old man's encirclement plan went very smoothly. All the Japanese who were in chaos in Qi and Lu had been dispersed. Most of the troops were surrounding the crowd and pushed towards Dongyingkou.

According to the current progress and the news sent back by various troops, at most three or four days, the decisive battle with the Japanese pirates can be carried out after the food, grass and supplies are ready.

The battlefield is in Dongyingkou!

The place where the Japanese landed was more than ten miles away from the coast. It was a flat place with no danger to guard at all.

Under the command of Zhao Lian's Fei Ge's letter, the two remaining naval troops in the southern country were also sailing from the coast of Liaodong to the battlefield, waiting for the navy to arrive, block the sea surface and block the Japanese pirates' escape route.

In this battle, all these dog thieves from outside the domain were killed, which could be considered a vent of anger in the chest.

The Marquis and a group of generals discussed strategies in the tent. There were naturally personal guards within dozens of feet of the surrounding area. This team of soldiers was not a hundred battle troops, but an elite Qilu border army commanded by Marquis Wei for many years.

Weihou was obviously worried that those irritable soldiers who had experienced the battle and were irritable came to protect themselves.

In addition to these border troops, there were also a group of people from the martial arts world recruited by the Southern Dynasties. They stayed in their respective camps. Some of them were energetic, so they practiced their martial arts under the night, or worked with their familiar brothers.

They came with the army. They were responsible for defending the commanders of the army on weekdays, so as not to be assassinated by assassins, and can also be used as personal soldiers when they go to the battlefield.

The court paid monthly salary, without worries about food and clothing, and had a formal official title. It was considered to have a job as a job.

In this chaotic world before us, it is a good job.

In addition to the camp where the lights are lit, the lights are much dimmed in other places in the camp? In this era, especially in the military camp, there is not much entertainment. The soldiers of warriors pay attention to resting their energy and will mostly rest early.

In the dark night, the geese gathered their wings and glided quietly from the sky, like an owl, landing on a branch covered by shade.

The crested eagle shook its head and hung a black magma-like pendant around its neck, which looked like an agate gem decoration? This was given to it by the owner.

There are no other crested eagles? There are not even the annoying Qingluan? This makes Jinghong like it very much.

The psychic bird stared at the center of the camp with its gem-like eyes, which was the destination of its flight.

Beside its claws wrapped with delicate iron claws, a letter was tied in the letter tube.

That was the master's order, and it was handed over to an old biped beast.

Jinghong didn't care what the bipedal beast was called. It recognized the old man. He had seen it once behind Zhongshan, Jinling. Its memory was no worse than that of humans, and he could distinguish the characteristics of the bipedal beast.

This is a very easy flight.

Although there were many fierce biped beasts around here that exuded an uncomfortable aura, Jinghong was not afraid. These guys were very stupid and could not see him flying with all his might, let alone grab him.

Jinghong shook his neck, used his sharp bird's beak to tidy up the feathers on his neck, and moved his claws again.

It stared at the tent.

I plan to fly over and throw the letter beside my claws at the tent, and then my mission is completed.

This is very simple.

Not difficult at all.

The next moment, the branches moved slightly, and brought up a few leaves and fell down. The terrifying spheres flew into the night sky like arrows, and rushed towards the target's tent, just like many times before.

But this time, something was wrong.

The moment Jinghong rushes into the night sky in the camp, three arrows shot from below, fast and fierce, two arrows are forward driving, and the last arrow is a killer move. Before taking action, the direction of Jinghong's flight is accurately locked.

The crested eagle reacted very quickly. He stopped in the air and dodged the two arrows, grabbed forward with his claws, and a sharp stroke of the last arrow was also knocked down amid the sound of the collision of steel.

It sensed the danger, and the feathers on its neck stood upside down, and the bird immediately turned to leave this dangerous place.

But since the sneak attack appeared below, it would definitely not let it leave so easily.

In the dark night, a man from the martial arts world was like a wind blowing under his feet. He lightly climbed up to the camp flagpole, climbed two feet on the flagpole like a monkey, and leveraged the force on the flagpole once again, and the whole person sprinted into the air.

Holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand. When Jinghong took off again, three more arrows flew out in the sound of strings like thunder.

The arrow attacked, causing a faint sonic boom.

In the flash, two arrows flew over the wings of the crested eagle, and flew around with the eagle feathers. The last arrow hit Jinghong's slender neck, blocking a magma sent by the owner.

But the force was still like a heavy punch hit Jinghong. As the ugami was broken, the bird cried out with a wisp of blood, and fell obliquely into the dark night in the distance.

The Jianghu people carrying the war bow rolled in the air several times and landed on the ground.

He looked at Yese and did not pursue him. He just snorted coldly, picked up the knocked letter from the ground, opened it and looked at it, then tore it apart and spread it into the darkness behind.

He was like nothing happened, and he raised Zhan Gong back again, hummed a strange little song with his hands in his arms, and returned to the camp with his singular songs.

The fight took place at the edge of the camp and ended in an instant, almost no one in the camp was alarmed.

But he was seen by a person who did not belong to this camp.

After the injured bird disappeared, on the other side of the Qinhuang River bank, Yu Wuming, carrying a knife, held a grass stem in his arms, climbed up from the pile of weeds, and rushed to the place where Jinghong fell.

He was originally entrusted by Zhang Chu to come to protect Zhao Lian's safety, and must ensure that no matter what happens, he must escort Zhao Lian back to Lin'an safely.

Zhang Chu's order is very strange. If it were someone else, he would definitely ask and think about it.

But worrying will not be.

Since Brother Zhang Chu said that, he just did it.

However, the stinky old man Zhao Lian did not appreciate it at all. He rudely drove You Wuming out of the camp. In the past few days, You Wuming was hanging far away from the Hundred Battles Army and was ready to rescue Zhao Lian at any time.

But tonight, he unexpectedly witnessed the battle just now, and he was very confused.

He knows the crested eagle.

Although the one he is most familiar with is Jifeng, his body is smaller than Jinghong and his personality is much better than Jinghong.

Soon, You Wuming found Jinghong, who was struggling to crawl and tried to take off again, was injured a little severely, and his claws were protected by steel claw covers.

But there were signs of fractures on the neck and the root of the wings were injured, and it was flapping like a chicken.

If you let it go, the bird of prey will probably die in this night.

"Don't be afraid, I will help you."

You Wuming ran over, stretched out your hand, and tried to pick Jinghong up, but although the crested eagle was injured, it was extremely fierce. When it was weak, it could attack You Wuming's fingers with its bird's beak and force him to retreat.

It is a loyal and proud crested eagle.

There is only one master in life.

"It's really a murderer."

You Wuming laughed, he was not pecked. His martial arts were not as good as Chen Qiu, but he was also first-class.

"I know your master."

He half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his fingers, and several feet away, triggering the Blood Sea Demonic Art. The wound on Jinghong's body hurt and made the bird of prey jump on the spot.

But after the pain, the bleeding wound was stopped quickly.

"I, know Chen Qiu. Yes, Fan Qingqing's, good friend."

You Wuming blinked his blue eyes and said to the divine eagle who was looking at him in front of him:

"Let me help you."

Jinghong heard the familiar name, but did not whistle, but stared at You Wuming's fingers that were emitting blood.

Is this thin two-legged beast who helped it?

The crested eagle tilted its head, a little confused.

You Wuming stretched out his hand towards it. This time, Jinghong did not peck again, and let the finger fall on the wound on his neck, but it was still vigilant.

As long as you worry about any evil deeds, your sharp bird beak will definitely peck his eyes.

"It hurts, right?"

You Wuming grinned, and he used the Blood Sea Magic to slide along the wound, saying:

"This way, it won't hurt anymore. When I was a child, I was injured. Just like that, it won't hurt anymore."

As the fingers moved, the blood vessels in Jinghong's wound began to heal as the blood and energy of the magic skill melted.

This magic skill is known as "Immortal to Drop Blood". When combined with the evil blood, You Wuming can face masters such as Bo Chong and the old Taoist when he is weak, and he is carrying an amazing magic skill.

But Jinghong was too seriously injured by the mysterious man and could not fly up for a while. A quarter of an hour later, the wound healed, but he was drowsy and was held in his arms by You Wuming and touched the Baizhan Army Camp.

It was an unexpected joy to be able to save Chen Qiu's crested eagle.

But You Wuming never forgot about his business.

He still wants to continue to protect Zhao Lian—

"Well, that should be an ancient alien species just now. Unfortunately, in this era, there are no supernatural beings."

Dongyingkou a hundred miles away.

In the remnant city, Hongchenjun, who occupied the bodies of powerful Japanese warriors, opened his eyes and said with regret.

The container he left in the Southern Army just now did not take the risk of executing the strange beast spirit eagle that brought warning messages to Zhao Lian in order not to disturb others.

He is different from Dong Ling, who likes to raise small animals. He practices the path of immortality in the world and treats all things equally. He does not like or hate them particularly.

He is a very Buddhist immortal, and he has no habit of keeping pets.
To be continued...