"grandfather……"

Zhu Yan sighed lightly, patted his grandson on the shoulder and said, "Go, grandfather cut off the back for you."

Zhu Ling gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and nodded, "Grandson knows, grandfather takes care of him!"

"Go!"

Zhu Ling brought the more than 100,000 soldiers he brought to kill again the mountains that they had occupied for more than ten years. In the small town behind him, Zhu Yan, who was over 70 years old, led Xiling soldiers to guard this lonely small county town. What they had to face was the mourning Mo family army with more than 100,000 murderous soldiers behind him. Riding on the horse, Zhu Ling finally looked back at the small town in the night, and saw only the old voice of his grandfather standing alone on the city tower and looking in his direction. His heart trembled, Zhu Ling endured the stinging pain in his eyes, whipped the horse under him, and ran forward quickly.

The small town is not far from the mountains stationed by the Jingguo Army, and twenty or thirty miles are only a matter of more than an hour for the march. However, after entering the mountains, their speed had to slow down. Even though this was a familiar place they had lived for more than ten years, the ones hiding here are no longer their comrades-in-arms, relatives, but more likely their enemies hiding in the dark.

"Young Master, the spy who went to explore the way forward was rewarded, there was no movement ahead." The guard rode back to Zhu Ling on his horse and reported in a low voice.

Zhu Ling said in a deep voice: "It's even more problematic, I'm afraid... all the people left behind are gone." Before he left, he left 30,000 people in the forest to guard him. How could these people have no movement if they came back? Now, looking at the dark and silent mountains in front of him, Zhu Ling wiped out the last bit of expectation in his heart.

"Young Master, that Miss Yang is serious..." The guard couldn't continue. Although he had been together for only a few days, he also had a good impression of that Miss Yang. Similarly, he could see that the young master from home was a little different to that girl. They were in the mountains all year round and rarely interacted with outsiders. It would be a happy event if the young master and Miss Yang could accomplish good things. But I didn't expect...

Thinking of the weak and gentle girl, Zhu Ling's face darkened. He never thought that he would be deceived by a woman, and that woman... Even now, he even had a glimmer of hope, hoping that this was just a misunderstanding. But his reason also told him, where is such a coincidental misunderstanding in this world?

Looking at the gloomy face of his young master in the dark night, the guard quickly changed the subject and said, "Young Master, after passing this valley, we will almost arrive at our camp."

"Let the people ahead be careful." Zhu Ling nodded and said in a deep voice.

But sometimes it is useless to be careful. The roads in the mountains are narrow, and the soldiers in front pass through safely and nothing happened. Just as everyone was about to feel relieved, a loud noise came to mind in the mountains. People were shocked to see a huge stone on the mountain next to them being pushed down from the top of the mountain by something. Then there was a rumbling sound around them, and countless rocks rolled down from both sides of the hillside. Soon the road to advance and retreat was blocked. Not to mention the wailings and cry for help from countless soldiers hit by the rocks, which instantly resounded throughout the mountains.

Soon, countless torches were lit on the hillsides on both sides, instantly illuminating two dazzling dragons in the dark forest.

Some of the Xiling soldiers trapped in the valley exclaimed in panic, while some had already fought back. However, the other party was condescending, and the Mohist army's archery skills became famous in various countries. For a moment, the valley was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhu Ling stood silently among the chaotic army, and the guards beside him loyally waved the arrows that shot in front of him. His handsome face was filled with sinisterness and anger in the fire that appeared from time to time. However, facing the rain of arrows pouring out from above, he was powerless. After more than ten years of hard work and more than twenty years of hard work, was it actually destroyed before he could react? Today, it is not only the Zhu family's Jingguo Army that has more than ten thousand yuan in the small valleys and mountains. It is also his painstaking efforts, more than ten years of patience and ambitions in his heart.

What Zhu Ling didn't understand is that the ancients said that heroes were born in troubled times. However, there are only a few heroes created in a troubled era, and more of them are cannon fodders buried with the heroes. And no one in this world stipulates that whoever pays much will definitely become a hero in that troubled era.

"Young master, please go quickly!" The guard behind him pushed him, making him come to his senses. Zhu Ling then saw that the guards around him had already been devoured, but they were still surrounded by him and struggled to support him. However, the terrain was already extremely unfavorable to them, and the archers of the Mo family army were not so easy to resist. At this time, they were already at the end of their bad road.

Zhu Ling smiled bitterly, "Let's go? Where can I go?"

"It's good to go anywhere. Stay green mountains here, don't be afraid of burning firewood. Young Master, go quickly!" The guard shouted hurriedly, unable to help but push Zhu Ling again, and reminded him sternly: "Young Master, don't forget that the old general is still waiting for you." Zhu Ling was shocked, as if he had really come to his senses. He looked up at the valley with a wound, and less than 20% of the soldiers could stand up.

"Protect the young master! Kill out!" The people around him roared in a low voice. Soon, the loyal guards and the retainers of the Zhu family rushed over and helped Zhu Ling to rush forward. They had lived in this mountain forest for more than 20 years, and naturally they understood more where they were more likely to rush out. The remaining soldiers seemed to understand that they had reached a desperate situation, and they all roared up the hillsides on both sides to try to die with the enemy. But more of them were shot down again. Occasionally, a few of them climbed to the top but could not escape the sharp blades in the hands of the Mo family army who had been waiting there.

The group of people who protected Zhu Ling were all powerful martial arts, but in the end there were only seven or eight people left who rushed out of the valley. As soon as they were surrounded, they would be their world. No matter how powerful the Mo family army was, it was extremely difficult to find them in such mountains. However, the scene before rushing out of the valley still shocked them. Even in the dark night, through the dim moonlight, you can still see the tragic phenomena of corpses everywhere in front of you, and the strong smell of blood filled the air. These were the soldiers who rushed out before, but they were unfortunately not dead in the valley where they were arrows inside, but they still couldn't escape the ambush set up by the enemy outside.

"Young master, let's go!" The scared guard beside him pulled Zhu Ling and said in a hoarse voice.

"Let's go!" Zhu Ling's voice was hoarse and low.

"Young Master Zhu." A elegant and graceful voice sounded in the bloody mountains and forests. Zhu Ling's heart trembled and looked up. A girl in white stood in the wind by the side of the mountain road not far away. Under the dim moonlight, the girl's face showed a crystal luster, and her graceful and beautiful eyes carried a faint glow. She suddenly appeared on this dark and bloody mountain battlefield, making people feel like she was a banshee in the forest.
Chapter completed!