Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

The Central Route Army continued to advance, and Wu Lang began to observe Wen Feng and Lin Zheng purposefully. He found that the relationship between Wen Feng and Lin Zheng seemed to be getting more and more rigid.They stopped talking in private, and they hardly appeared on the same occasion except for meetings and battles.The camps of the two were even far apart.Wu Lang didn't know how long this situation had lasted.He asked the soldiers in the army, and they said that Wei Xiaowei and Lin Chengfeng began to have a estrangement shortly after they set off from the Central Army, and it was Xiaowei Wen who unilaterally rejected Lin Chengfeng.Lin Chengfeng wanted to talk to Xiaowei Wen several times, but was avoided by Xiaowei Wen.Sometimes I can hear their quarrels, but I dare not approach them, so I can hear them indistinctly.

Wu Lang understood slightly and was a little surprised.When he noticed the unusual atmosphere between Wen Feng and Lin Zheng, he didn't think it was serious.No matter how good friends are, there will be times when they quarrel and fight cold wars, let alone generals and their own military advisers, disagreements are commonplace.But now it seems that Wen Feng wasn't arguing with Lin Zheng at all, he just wanted to break up with Lin Zheng completely.

Why, Wu Lang couldn't help thinking.They are both Situ Jing's people, and they will take over their own Xuanjia Army together in the future, so they should vigorously cultivate tacit understanding and build a good relationship.How come it's so stiff, and it's still silent.Even those around them don't know why.

One question after another, Wu Lang almost lost sleep thinking about it.

He was very worried about Dugu Sheng's condition, but he could only worry.He told himself in the letter that since Chang Shan had accepted the order, he would definitely protect Dugu Sheng's Zhou Quan, and Chang Shan had never missed a shot.But subconsciously, he thought again, Chang Shan is also an ordinary person, he will make mistakes if he is a human being, and he will make mistakes if he is a human being.If Chang Shan made a mistake at this time and lost Dugu Sheng's life, so what.

Wu Lang closed his eyes, he felt tired.At this moment, he has never missed Yang Jichuan so strongly, wishing he was still by his side.

After thinking about it, he got up and wrote a letter to Yang Jichuan.

Obviously full of longing and pain, but when I write, I only hope that the readers will not worry or panic when they see this text.

So he wrote that the army encountered a difficulty when it went out to march, but he will handle it well, let him not be nervous, and wait for the best time for the two armies to meet.

Write that I am in good health and that everything I eat tastes good.He just missed him very much, and incidentally scolded the current emperor a few words.

Write the letter, seal it, and call the spy accompanying the army to send the letter.

After writing this letter, Wu Lang's enthusiasm returned inexplicably.The most direct manifestation is that his interest in killing people is getting bigger and bigger.

This is the first time Wen Feng has seen Wu Lang's bloodthirsty appearance.Earlier, Wu Lang always felt that newcomers should have a chance to stand out, especially to cultivate Wen Feng, so apart from directing in the general direction on the battlefield, he seldom tried to grab the head.So in Wen Feng's consistent cognition, Wu Lang has always been an image of strategizing.

But since the Central Route Army only left their 5 horses, Wu Lang's command has become particularly fierce since that day.But he was originally possessed by an evil spirit, and slaughtered the enemies recklessly on the battlefield.The corpses of the Beirong soldiers who died under him were horrific. They were either cut in half at the waist, or their heads were separated from their families, and their limbs were incomplete.It makes people's hair stand on end.

But Wu Lang possessed a kind of magical power, the blood splashed on his face and body did not make people feel scary, on the contrary, he led all the soldiers to fight tirelessly.Watching him open the way invincibly ahead, almost no soldier would not feel excited and passionate.

What kind of soldiers will be brought, the Xuanjia Army is known for its iron walls of shield soldiers, but the most powerful in the army is the attacking formation, one after another, interlocking.

Wu Lang became ruthless. The Central Route Army, which only had 5 people and was getting smaller and smaller, took only one and a half months to fight all the way from Langma, which is located at the southernmost tip of Beirong, to the central city of Wangkai.

In late October, there were only more than [-] people left in the Central Route Army.After they left Wangkai, led by Wu Lang, they took a small road and turned into a small town.

"Count the number of people, horses, food, medicines." After camping, Wu Lang gave an order.

In October in Beirong, the temperature also began to approach the cold.At that time, in order to travel with light vehicles, they did not carry a lot of cotton-padded clothes. When encountering this kind of weather, they could only collect supplies in the captured towns.

After camping, the soldiers began to gather around the fire and set up pots to heat wine.After they captured Wangkai, they collected a lot of good wine in the city lord's mansion, and Wu Lang used all of it to reward the soldiers.

In this kind of far away from home, in a world of ice and snow, probably only wine can warm one's heart.

After the soldiers warmed the wine, the first bowl was naturally for Wu Lang.Wu Lang is actually not too fond of alcohol, but he likes to drink and chat with Yang Jichuan.When he was doing business, he seldom drank alcohol, so as not to accidentally get drunk and miss a big deal.However, everyone's enthusiasm was high. If he shirked and refused to drink, how would the soldiers dare to let go of the courage to drink?

Wu Lang took the wine, took a sip, and after swallowing, he felt like he had swallowed a ball of fire, his stomach was hot, and he wanted to sweat a little.

His eyes wandered around the barracks, and he felt that the troops were stretched.

It has to be said that it is a miracle that the Central Route Army still has 1 people.Of course, this has a lot to do with many soldiers following him and rushing forward desperately.In this way, one after another, seeing death as home, on the contrary, suppressed those Beirong inland soldiers who had been raised for many years and whose combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the border guards.

But people will always die. After one battle after another, not only human lives are consumed, but also various logistics and military supplies.

The Central Route Army has reached such a point, has no one come to take advantage of the fire?

Could it be that the inner ghost is really not by her side?

While Wu Lang was drinking, he felt a shadow falling around him. Wu Lang glanced sideways, and Wen Feng was standing upright on his right side, holding the wine jar.

"Why are you standing, sit down."

Wen Feng sat down.

Wu Lang saw the fresh scar on Wen Feng's right face, which was left by Gong Wangkai.If it can be treated in time and supplemented with expensive medicinal materials, this beautiful face may be restored to its original state, at least the traces will not be too obvious.However, when the Central Route Army hit Wangkai, it was already a bit of a desperate situation, and there was no need to waste medicine for such a wound that did not hurt lives.Therefore, this scar is estimated to follow Wen Feng for the rest of his life.

Wen Feng was originally serious, just like his elder brother, he couldn't utter a few words all day long, now with this scar, he might be able to replace Xue Tang and become the second character to stop the baby from crying.

"If the fight continues, we are likely to die under a certain city in Beirong. Are you afraid of death?"

Wen Feng shook his head.

Wu Lang smiled lightly, "Wars are not fun. Especially this kind of battlefield that goes deep into the enemy's hinterland and the situation changes rapidly."

Wen Feng said: "No, I think it's very good. Before you, no one in my business has ever been able to attack such a deep place in Beirong. This is an honor, and generations to come will sing praises to you."

"That's useless. You are all dead and turned into a pile of loess. Can you still enjoy the sense of accomplishment praised by thousands of people? This is a hypocritical way of deceiving yourself. If your teacher taught you so, I think he just wants you to be a hob on the battlefield. And you are willing."

Wen Feng raised his eyebrows, and looked at Wu Lang with some doubts.

After Wu Lang drank the wine in his hand, he patted Wen Feng on the shoulder: "Look at the soldiers behind you, how many of them do you think like to fight? No, if it weren't for the pressure of livelihood, who would want to do this kind of head-scratching?" Work on the waistband. You see them fighting hard on the battlefield. Do you think they enjoy fighting? No, they just don’t want to die. Look at me, I’m trying my best to destroy Beirong. Do you like fighting? No, I'm just protecting myself. The more and more decaying big merchants are surrounded by huge wolves, tigers and leopards, but they themselves are not willing to vigorously develop their military. In this way, in another five years or ten years, it will not be trampled by the Beirong Iron Cavalry. It is to be captured by Da Qi. Or to be divided up by the two of them. The emperor is weak, the family is not home, the country is not the country. How can there be eggs under the nest?"

"War is a disgusting but addictive thing. You are still young, don't get caught up in it. Otherwise, I don't feel relieved."

Wen Feng was silent, he knew what Wu Lang was worried about, it was that the Xuanjia Army would turn into a complete war machine in his hands in the future.

Wu Lang then changed the subject again: "Is the cold war with Lin Zheng over yet?"

Wen Feng was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head away, as if he didn't really want to discuss this topic.Wu Lang was helpless and didn't want to force him.

The two sat in silence for a while, and then Wu Lang entered the tent.

That night, Wu Lang received a secret report from Chang Shan.

Dugu Sheng has regained consciousness and is recovering from his injuries.Everything is normal for the Left Route Army now, and no suspicious person has been found.

Wu Lang exhaled slowly, put the note on the candle and lit it.

He crossed his fingers and pressed them against his nose, thinking about whether to continue to test, or to call back some of the reinforcements from the left army.

But the inner ghost is like a thorn in his heart, if it is not pulled out, he will never be at ease.

Three days later, Wu Lang led the Central Route Army around various paths to head to their next destination, Xingcheng.

But in fact, Wu Lang didn't intend to capture Xingcheng, and they couldn't do it with their strength.He was just leading the soldiers on detours, but the soldiers all thought that the general had found a place where he could sneak attack Xingcheng, so the roads he took them were full of twists and turns, rugged and uninhabited.

Everyone believed that Wu Lang would definitely lead them to victory, even if they only had 1 people left.

However, when they were driving late at night in the wilderness, they found that they had fallen into the encirclement of the Beirong army.

The long dragon-like torches illuminated the Beirong army, which was as terrifying as a dark behemoth, and Wu Lang's face flickered in the orange flame.

It turned out that the inner ghost was really by his side.

Through the light of the torch, Wu Lang could see the complacent expression of the opposite general.He seemed determined that Wu Lang would die here in this battle.

The black wind blew silently, and the flames flickered, and the two parties with vastly different numbers had already charged together.

Wu Lang swung his long knife neatly and hacked to death one Beirong soldier wearing a felt hat one after another.His eyes wandered around the dimly lit crowd.

who is it!who is it!

The enemy's long knife slashed at him, making a crisp sound of steel clashing.The Xuanjia, which was almost blending into the night, remained motionless, firmly blocking the blade from the outside.

It is said in the world that there are two military gods in Dashang, they are invulnerable to swords and guns, and they will not be killed until they are exhausted.

A steady stream of people came towards Wu Lang, and he swung his knife around, but the encirclement only receded for a while and then closed immediately.Some soldiers outside the circle shouted for the general at the top of their lungs.Wu Lang no longer had the energy to speak.

His eyes had already adapted to the darkness, but as there were more and more people, his sight was blocked by the dark Bei Rong soldiers.He seemed to hear the inner ghost laughing slyly, laughing at his overreaching, laughing at his never-compromise.

A burst of anger suddenly burst out in Wu Lang's heart.

It's not that easy to want him to die!

The crowd surrounding Wu Lang suddenly let out screams, one after another, like a torn ghost, making people shudder in the dark.

The huge black shield rotating rapidly in mid-air struck one person after another, making a bang bang bang sound, Wu Lang's eyes were like a lone wolf, bloodthirsty red.He stood where he was, his feet on the ground, his head in the sky, and his body was covered in blood.The white feathers were covered with dried blood clots.

"General!"

Wu Lang could feel all the strength in his body draining away, seeing blood oozing from his teeth, he took a step forward with difficulty.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and then the sharp pain rushed to the nerve endings.

Putting on Xuanjia, General Yangwei, who is invulnerable to swords and guns, has a weakness, and that is his neck.His neck and neck are not protected by Xuanjia, and it is the only place where a blade can directly penetrate.

There are not many people who know about this matter, and those who can approach him at such a time and kill him with one blow——

Wu Lang's consciousness began to blur, he tried his best to turn around, and saw the face of the attacker.

His eyes widened.

Oh it's you!