As the night was getting deeper, the assassin group of Anxiang Pavilion was slowly touching the majestic and coherent Tang army camp. They soon arrived near the barracks and observed the surrounding situation to check the terrain.

"Pick up the topographic drawings for wildfire survey." The little hell looked at him seriously, took the drawings handed over by his subordinates, and compared them with the drawings in his hand while looking at the Tang army's position, and immediately frowned.

The terrain positions on the drawings were surveyed by wildfire people. Logically speaking, it is impossible to make mistakes, but the Tang army camp in front of us is very different from those on the drawings, as if it is completely refreshed.

The only explanation is that the Tang army temporarily changes or changes its position every day, and everything is in a state of traceability. Although the little king of Hell does not understand the war and formation, his observation ability is absolutely not weak, otherwise he would not have been guarding important positions in Anxiang Pavilion for so many years.

"Everyone, prepare to sneak in." The little Hell whispered decisively, preparing to start sneaking into the Tang Army barracks to investigate all the information they can get. The Tang Army barracks give people the feeling that it is extremely strict and meticulous. It is impossible for ordinary people to sneak in, and even the wildfire people cannot do it, but their assassin group is different. They learn to lurk, and all their skills are prepared for sneaking into assassination.

The assassin group No. 100 people began to sneak in under the order of the little Hell King. They were observing the patrol team around them, but unfortunately they didn't even have to change shifts, so they had to take the risk of sneaking in from the side. A group of people happened to cause some commotion on the side, some imitating the sound of animals to attract the attention of the Tang army patrol team. At this moment, another group of assassins led by the little Hell King passed by black shadows at the fastest speed in the night and successfully penetrated into a corner position.

The scene inside opened the little Hell's eyes again. This was not a military camp, it was clearly like a huge maze. Only a little gap was revealed in the tent link. It was very narrow for ordinary people to walk over. He didn't understand whether doing so wouldn't affect the efficiency of sending troops?

The attention was not dispersed for too long, and the little Yan Wang knew that he had a task to do in his heart, so he dispersed the sixty people who had sneaked in. It would be impossible for a group of people to act together to silently, so he could only divide it into dozens of pairs to look for opportunities.

The little king of Hell was alone and did not need anyone to follow him. In terms of lurking ability, he wanted to say second, but no one dared to say first, so he confidently shuttled back and forth in the military camps of Northern Tang, while carefully observing the movements of each camp.

He made a correct judgment in the shortest time between the barracks and the generals and camps. In less than half an hour, he recorded the basic information of the barracks clearly. Then he thought that this was the front camp of the Central Army. If he really wanted to reach the hinterland of the Central Army where Gong Qi was, he would have to pass through two more strict directions than here.

Famous generals are famous generals. The little Yan King has performed the mission of infiltrating into the military camp. All the troops he encountered have not been in such a complicated situation. Moreover, he was a structure on the outside that almost made him dizzy. He really cannot underestimate Gong Qi's ability to arrange troops.

Just as he was about to collect the intelligence gathering personnel in his hand and gather to retreat, he saw a very empty military camp, which was a general camp he had just seen. The living inside was definitely not a soldier or something, but people with official positions. However, generally speaking, tight defenses were set up around such camp tents, and even if they were not good, there would be dozens of people guarding them, and this one was empty.

The little Hell was suspicious at the moment. It was very likely that it was a bait that led him into the trap. This mistake happened to happen in the strict military camp. It was hard to believe that it was caused by negligence. Gong Qi never seemed to be a negligent person.

But the opportunity was right in front of him. How could the little Hell leave without looking at it? So he made up his mind to get close to the past, tentatively threw a silver needle and stabbed it into the camp. If there were people who knew martial arts inside, then there would be movements. However, the strange quiet inside meant that the people inside were people who did not know martial arts.

The little king of Hell still did not relax his vigilance. Even if there was no one who knew martial arts inside, it did not mean that there was no one. So he threw another piece of gravel and smashed it on the camp, causing a sound from inside.

There was only one voice, and no one came out to guard the situation, or anything else. The little Yan King smiled and thought it was a piece of fat, so he went down and broke into the tent. He saw only a guy who looked like a literati.

"Who are you...you...?" the man asked in horror.

"The one who took your life." The little Hell had already covered his face, and after saying this with a sharp look, he took out a dagger, which reflected the murderous aura in the candlelight.

The man was so scared that he collapsed on the ground. Just as he was about to shout, the little king of Hell did not give him a chance to quickly step forward and penetrated the sharp dagger in his hand into the other party's mouth, stabbed it through his mouth, and pierced it and killed it.

It was simply, neat, without a single nonsense, and no extra move. The perfect assassin could do these things he should do. In an instant, he took away a key military officer. Although he was not a general, he looked a bit like a military officer, but it was better than gaining nothing. Maybe he could add some morale to Yang Kuang.

When he was about to cut off the man's head, a cold wind suddenly blew from behind. He turned around and retreated in fear, and saw a person - Gong Qi!

Why is Gong Qi here? Could it be that he has been watching all the time but has been watching the people under his tent be killed by him from beginning to end? How is it possible? He just came? The other person's expression doesn't look like him.

Gong Qi's expression was a smiling face. When he saw the scene in front of him, he did not shout or choose to take action. Instead, he said, "I knew that Yang Kuang would play tricks. You guys had seen them when I went to Shangguo last time. In addition to being shocked and surprised and long-term knowledge, he was just guarded. I have seen you assassinating and attacking the Luoyang Cui family, you won't know you."

"......" The little Hell kept staring at the other party's every move. In front of the tiger, his whole body was extremely nervous and he dared not relax at all.

"When I went to Shangguo that time, Cui made great efforts to assassinate me. Even now, I feel deeply afraid of that kind of situation, so I came back and prepared this generous gift for you."

A generous gift?! It doesn't mean the literati he killed, but the little king of Hell gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "You have known for a long time that Yang Kuang would come to spy on military information. Our arrival is within your expectations?"

"Of course, who will make a second mistake?" Gong Qi chuckled and said, "Otherwise, do you think you can really go through my defense and explore information and assassinate my men without restraint?"

The little king of Hell beat up a chill. Everything was under the control of the other party. Everything was a wonderful layout. Good guy, but he didn't have time to praise Gong Qi's power now, so he had to find an opportunity to escape.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, you can leave."

Gong Qi's words made the little Hell fall into chaos and unable to calm down for a long time. What does this mean? Is it humiliation?

The little king of Hell was angry and embarrassed and said, "Gong Qi, don't you think that you can despise others if you have great martial arts skills!"

"I don't mean to despise you, but I don't need to kill you." Faced with the roar of the little hell, Gong Qi's reply was just a faint sentence, "What can I do to kill you if I do? You can't play any role in the battlefield, and Yang Kuang used you just warm up. The real victory or defeat is to be fought on the front. Besides, I'll thank you?"

"What are you grateful for?"

"Thank you for removing a spy sent by the court for me." Gong Qi finally expressed his purpose. It turned out from the beginning to the end, it was a scene of killing people with a knife. Gong Qi used the Little Hell to get rid of a person who could be used by Yang Kuang, which actually helped Gong Qi very much.

The little Yan King clenched his fist angrily, especially wanted to go up and kill this guy, but reason told him that he was definitely not Gong Qi's opponent, that was the one who could fight with Mu Chan, and that was the Northern Tang tiger. You must be calm and calm. Survival is the most important thing. You must survive and not be impulsive.

Gong Qi smiled happily and said, "Wait a minute, I plan to let you go, but you have to bring something back to your general."

"What...thing?" It's not a good thing anyway.

"I decided to let us achieve a win-win situation in the warm-up." Gong Qi said, pulling out his sword and slowly heading towards the direction of the little Hell, causing the other party to be prepared to show his fighting posture.

I saw Gong Qi step forward with a big stance. The little Hell was ready to welcome the slam and retreat. But the next second, Gong Qi's knife cut off the neck of the literati, and cut off a head with one knife, and rolled down at the feet of the little Hell.

"You can take this Shenzhi's head back to your general." Gong Qi put his knife into the sheath without blinking his head, leaving without looking back, regardless of how messy the little Hell's expression was.

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"Do you think he will really take his head back?" Gong Qi returned to his handsome tent and looked at Zhang Yizhi and asked. These plans were all deployed by Zhang Yizhi. He used Yang Kuang's hand to get rid of Shenzhi's threatening him, and asked the other party to bring him back to Shenzhi's head to push him away.

Zhang Yizhi's plan can be said to be wonderful. Every step is carefully calculated. All he has to wait for is Yang Kuang to send someone to come, which shows how much he knows Yang Kuang's methods.

"Don't worry, senior brother, he will definitely bring it back." Zhang Yizhi promised with confidence: "No matter who Yang Kuang sent, he will only be an underground force. As a subordinate of that force, he has a higher mentality than a general. If that person takes it back without any grades, he will be discovered. Isn't it embarrassing to bring something back to the office."

Gong Qi enjoyed a lot after hearing this and said, "It's worthy of being unparalleled in strategy. If you use this in war, it would be great."

"Why are you talking about this? The two cannot be the same." Zhang Yizhi was very disgusted with the involvement of his strategy and war. That was not what he was good at, nor was it what he wanted.

The two of them had a long plan and calculated that Yang Kuang would use this method to spy on their military information, so they prepared this plan and waited for Yang Kuang to take the bait.

In fact, as early as the outermost defense line, their hidden soldiers found traces of the assassins. Gong Qi specifically ordered not to investigate and let them in, and then quickly report to him. So the scene just now came about.

It is unknown how easy it is to get rid of a hidden danger. It is the greatest relaxation for Gong Qi, who is fully focused on the war and has no time to care about the knowledge. He doesn't know how long he has waited until the spy dies.

Gong Qi had wanted to kill him for a long time, but due to the affairs of Emperor Tang, if he died in the military camp, wouldn’t he give Emperor Tang a handle to doubt him? It would be the best result to kill the person sent by Yang Kuang.

In this way, no one can influence his battle situation in his own camp.

Seeing Gong Qi, who had been suppressed in Tang Ting for a long time, Zhang Yizhi was sincerely happy for Gong Qi. Since childhood, he has been looking at the back of his senior brother, hoping to be the counselor behind him and work with him to fulfill his ambition to pacify the world. Today, he finally felt unrestrained.

"Senior Brother, have you forgotten that although we have eliminated a hidden danger, there are still some disadvantages." Although we got what we wish, we should remind you that, "Our Shenzhi was assassinated and was taken to the Shang army camp may become an impact on increasing the morale of the other party and a factor in the decline of our army's morale."

This reminder is not without reason. Gong Qi considered that he was the commander of the first army and he was more sensitive to morale than Zhang Yizhi. However, since he agreed to the implementation of this strategy, he would not regret it. He replied: "I told the assassin that this is a win-win situation, and there are gains and losses. But compared to what I gain and what I lost, how can my morale be shaken by a Shenzhi? In my opinion, the life of any soldier is more precious than that Shenzhi. If I were asked to choose, even if Shenzhi had more of its effect, I would still choose to erase him, because he was not from my side until the beginning, I was not afraid of powerful enemies, and I was even more afraid of weak betrayers."

After listening to Gong Qi's words carefully, Zhang Yizhi fell into deep thoughts and said for a long time: "You are talking about your considerations. If it were me, these concerns are nothing, but senior brother, you must concentrate on war. War is the most important thing to you. Junior brother, I can't pretend to understand. I can only answer you one sentence, and I still need to be cautious."

"No, I have you by my side to help me." Gong Qi patted Zhang Yizhi's back carelessly and smiled unrestrainedly.

"What if I'm gone one day? What will you do if you are senior brother?" Zhang Yizhi just wanted Gong Qi to learn to handle these trivial matters properly. Even if those are not what Gong Qi is good at, he hopes that senior brother can be stronger.

Gong Qi saw Zhang Yizhi's seriousness, but did not take it seriously, but replied: "Don't worry, with the senior brother here, you will definitely not let you die. This is my promise, please remember it for me!"

Zhang Yizhi looked at him with a little disappointment, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I will always look like this dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. I will never remember it for the rest of my life."

"You boy!" Gong Qi punched Zhang Yizhi in the head, causing the latter to complain repeatedly, and he dared not say any more teasing words.

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Xiaoyaoweng came to the place where the Xia army was once stationed in the southern border. At this moment, there was only a mess left. He sent someone a letter and waited for that person here.

Even if coach Nanxia died in this mountain, it was Xiaoyaoweng’s most guilty thing. Because of his weakness, Gu Jinsong’s success made him fall into endless regret. If he could hold on for a while at that time......

"General, I'm sorry..." Xiaoyaoweng apologized to the sky, as if he wanted to pass it on to the deceased Nanxing coach.

"Isn't it too late to remember now?" A voice suddenly rang out. Xiaoyaoweng looked over and said that the person he had made an appointment was here.

Xiaoyaoweng looked old and his injuries had not healed yet, but his momentum was a little stronger than when he was healthy before. "What about what I want?"

"It depends on whether you have the ability to take it." The man took out a bag, filled it with things, and placed it on the ground.

"I agreed that after three moves, I will give me the things." Xiaoyaoweng took out his whisk and was ready to fight at any time.

The man with his cloak, his face was invisible, and he said in a low voice: "I admire your courage, Xiaoyao Weng, yes, you have passed three moves in my hands, and this thing will belong to you."

Xiaoyao Weng rushed up without saying a word.

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"Three moves have passed, take them." The man turned around and left, while an old man with a traitor and bruised dying lies on the ground. Although Xiaoyaoweng was seriously injured, his expression was very happy, as if he had received a rare treasure.

He climbed to the bag, opened the bag with his trembling hands, which contained the head of coach Nanxia. To this day, it has begun to rot and smelly, but Xiaoyao Weng didn't care at all. He tied the bag tightly and shouted to the person who was away: "Thank you! Gu Jinsong! You are completely different from those who are profit-oriented! He...... It is the greatest honor for him to die in your hands!"

The cloaked man left without stopping, but just murmured: "Don't thank me, it's just that the war is over, and I don't need to keep this head."
Chapter completed!