The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

The security in the north was loose, and Gao Han led his troops to easily eliminate the southern guards without any effort.

Drive straight in all the way.

The night became the best cover, subtly covering their figures.

Already seeing the dawn of victory, Gao Han couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Southern Xinjiang hadn't fought for many years, and it was not as good as before. They would never have expected that he would bring people to attack at night after the day's battle.

Even Gu Xi, who had never been defeated before, certainly would not have expected him to make a risky move.

Today, Gao Han is going to let Gu Xi taste the taste of failure!

There are many forests in southern Xinjiang, even at night, there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Gao Han and the others didn't take these things to heart. After all, they were common and trivial things encountered during the march and battle, and they were used to them.

And in a corner they don't know, these snakes, insects, rats and ants are staring at their every move.

If Gao Han felt something, he stopped and looked up at the branches above his head.

The lieutenant who was following him also stopped.

"General, what's wrong?"

He lowered his voice.

Gao Han thought of the group of birds and beasts he saw during the day, stared at the tree for a while, and then said: "Don't you find it strange? There is not even a bird in this huge forest."

Hearing this, the deputy general followed Gao Han's gaze to look at the tree, only to realize that he did not see one. An ominous premonition surged in his heart, and he hurriedly said: "The general thinks..."

Gao Han lifted his feet and continued to walk forward, saying in a deep voice: "The birds and beasts seen during the day are different. Maybe they don't come and go at night, but can only be seen during the day. Now that they have come, there is no turning back."

Today he will make rivers of blood flow in southern Xinjiang!

The deputy general had no choice but to suppress the panic that was rising in his heart, and directed the soldiers behind him to catch up with Gao Han's pace.

After all, they are trained soldiers, and they have never made any movement along the way.

With the map in his memory, Gao Han crossed the path and entered the grand canyon that must be passed through in southern Xinjiang.

This canyon is narrow and dark, especially at night, it looks even more gloomy.

There are mountain streams in the valley, gurgling water, and the sound of dripping water in the cracks, mixed with the faintly audible footsteps, interweaving into the most thrilling tune at night.

Gao Han frowned, it was his first time to come to southern Xinjiang, and he didn't expect to pass through such a precipitous place.

If someone was ambushing here, they and their group would have no way of avoiding it, and it would be very easy to become a turtle in the urn.

He whispered an order: "Everyone be more vigilant, there are differences here, be careful first."

Everyone nodded one after another, and they naturally felt that the atmosphere here was weird.

Fortunately, this canyon is not too long, and it takes less than a quarter of an hour to leave this place.

Just as Gao Han breathed a sigh of relief, a sharp bird cry suddenly came from the sky.

Gao Han's face was terrified, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a huge black bird flapping its wings under the bright moon. Its figure actually covered most of the moonlight, and the originally dark canyon seemed even darker.

The road that could be seen clearly before turned into a mass of black in an instant.

Gao Han's secret channel is not good, and he didn't care about the volume, he said angrily: "Come through!"

As long as you pass through this canyon, you can reach the open road, and it will not be too late to find a way out by then!

All the people quickened their pace, the shadow of being attacked by the strange bird in the daytime was still there, and their steps seemed a little flustered.

Disarrangement of one's position has always been a taboo on the march.