Under the moonlight.

The Eighth Prince’s Mansion.

The lights are brightly lit.

Ying Ziye sat opposite Yuan Tiangang, fishing fish by the pond, holding a pole, holding a glutinous rice black dew cake in one hand, and sipped it with a light sweetness.

"Young Master!"

Yuan Tiangang held the fishing rod in one hand, picked up the pastry with the other hand and took a bite, and said, "The fire rain agate is coming to life, and all forces have been moving. I wonder what the young master has to do."

As I was talking, the water rippling in the lake and the fishing rod and hook sank slightly.

The fish, got hooked.

Yuan Tiangang quickly lifted the line and placed the fat swimming fish in a wooden barrel next to him.

Plop!

The fish jumped randomly.

Ying Ziye smiled faintly and said with a little deeper meaning: "The general led the bad guys to check, who went there, and how many people were there."

“It’s a long time, don’t worry.”

"At the beginning, all parties will inevitably fight each other and fight endlessly."

There is no way to discuss the various forces sitting down, and it is very unlikely to discuss how to divide Fire Rain Agate.

Who doesn't want to possess it all?

Even if it is divided, it will defeat and kill other forces first. Several strongest people will start a peace talk in order not to lose both sides.

"promise!"

Yuan Tiangang responded respectfully.

The next day.

After a little preparation, all forces dispatched to the land of South Vietnam.

The land of South Vietnam.

South Vietnam!

Frontline positions.

The South Vietnamese Kingdom was attacked and retreated by the Qin Dynasty and was defeated.

The two sides experienced several major battles.

Because the Qin Empire's army was not good at mountain jungle combat, the cavalry could not charge in the rugged mountains and forests of Nanyue, so they could not display all their combat power at all.

Now they are confronting each other.

Wind roar valley.

The South Vietnam Kingdom stationed five thousand defenders and tens of thousands of slave troops, including thousands of barbarians, to guard against the attack on the Qin Empire's army in Beihe City.

After Beihe City was slaughtered by Han Xin again.

Now it has been occupied by the Qin Empire again.

"well……"

The guard of Feng Xiaogu looked sad and sighed: "The original great form has won several important cities on the frontier of the Great Qin Empire!"

"Why are you now being beaten back by a counterattack and even losing several cities in South Vietnam?"

He was very depressed and even more worried that he was on the front line and facing the military front of the Qin Empire!

Moreover, there are now a powerful Qin general in China who stir up the storm and attack everywhere.

There is a fight here, and there is a battle here.

Massacre of the city and destroy the ministry!

He was very afraid that the other party would find him.

Moreover, because of Han Xin, South Vietnam was unable to operate with all its strength and transported food to the front line.

This has led to the fact that the army's food reserves are gradually consumed and it will not last long.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

The bright moon is bright and the cold wind blows by.

The mottled shadows of trees outside the tent sway continuously.

“Hohuh!”

The guards of Fengxiaogu listened to the sound of the wind outside the tent, extinguished the candlelight and prepared to fall asleep.

But at this moment.

A palm print emitted a black black light and rushed over.

No sound was made, no sound.

Before Feng Xiaogu could react, he was hit and died instantly when he was waiting to fall asleep!

There was no sign in the tent.

at the same time.

In another military camp of the South Vietnamese Kingdom dozens of miles away.

The generals of the South Vietnam were staying in the tent and were looking through the military books, with several personal soldiers guarding each other.

But suddenly, small insects spurted out from his mouth, and the whole person turned into a pair of dead bones, and the flesh and blood withered and died.

The personal soldiers were all frightened and wanted to shout, but several sword lights rushed over and drove several people through their hearts.

The sword light slammed the heart meridians, and several personal soldiers died instantly!

Another South Vietnamese army camp.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"It's really weak!"

"The Night Emperor's mission seems to be very relaxing..."

The killer of the Yellow Springs arrived like a ghost, and they just killed a South Vietnamese general.

Now we have arrived at another place.

"kill!"

The three Gongcao, the six tribes of Gongcao, the heavenly, the earthly, and the darkly, took action together and entered the tent of the Central Army of the South Vietnamese army.

The swords were scattered, and the sword energy was shining.

The South Vietnamese general who was handling military affairs in the account was instantly killed and turned into a vague flesh and blood.

Until his death, the Nanyue generals only noticed the danger and looked up slightly.

"Let's go and continue to go to the next place. I don't know how the three of Shen Cao, Ren Cao, and Gui Cao did."

All these scenes happened in various military camps in South Vietnam.

All officers and generals in charge of more than a thousand people were beheaded!

The next day.

The sky is bright and the sun rises.

When the South Vietnamese army camp woke up from its sleep, after a while, the general was unable to wait for the general to issue a message order.

Even some of the direct officers were missing.

Some of the low-level officers and soldiers of South Vietnam who went to the Central Army's tent and the officers' camp reported to them, but found a big problem.

I saw that the generals and officers in the tent died in strange shapes and various ways to die!

"This is this!"

"The general is dead, he is dead!"

"Not good, no good, the leader of the thousand men is dead..."

The low-level officers of South Vietnam, such as centurions and soldiers, were shocked.

The whole person was stunned and shouted in surprise.

It’s not that they are timid, but that the generals’ way of death is too miserable and weird.

"What should I do, sir?"

The soldier below asked the centurion.

But what are these centurions’ ideas?

They could only be strong and calm, and said, "Hurry, go and send someone to inform other military camps, ask other generals what to do, and send someone to report to the king!"
To be continued...