There was a clanging sound in the Turkic camp at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, busyness and chaos. Under the torches in the dark night, teams of men wearing tattered sheepskin robes were carrying pieces of dried beef and mutton to the carriage. In addition to beef and mutton, some people carried bundles of feather arrows to the carriage. Many shirtless men holding iron hammers could guess at it at a glance that they were blacksmiths in the army. They were constantly repairing scimitars with hammers. Some were replacing damaged horseshoes for war horses. A group of people seemed extremely chaotic, but they seemed to be busy in an orderly manner.

In the dark shadows that cannot be shined by the fire, Zhang Meng, the acting supervisor of the Flying Tiger Camp, the special operations camp under the command of Marshal Wang Rengong of the Great Chen, hid in the darkness, like a leopard preparing to hunt, a black cloak hiding his entire body in the darkness. He held a thousand-mile mirror in his hand and stared at the Turkic camp in the fire with sharp eyes, like a cheetah choosing prey.

Under the clear observation of Qianlijing, the camp on the south was full of people. In addition to the military slaves loading the car, there were also many craftsmen busying themselves. In addition to these, Zhang Meng also noticed that there were actually many women in the camp, including Hu women and many women in Han costumes. Seeing their movements, they were sewing leather armor and tents.

At the edge of the camp, rows of Turkic soldiers were gathering, and tents were being removed. Many soldiers were wearing leather armor, and some were grinding their scimitars for the last time. The horses neighed and gasped. The leaders issued orders. The soldiers cursed each other, and there were even camp prostitutes screaming and crying on the side. The noise was rising like the tide, reaching its peak.

"They are going to set off!" Zhang Meng murmured.

"It seems that Tongye Hu already knew that the five thousand vanguards in Dali City were destroyed. There were not many of these people, so it must be the Turks who sent the probe to reconnaissance, but more than a thousand. It seems that the Turks were a little wary. General, should they send their brothers to report to the general so that they would not be discovered by the Turkic spies? "A captain Chen Jun, who was also covered in a black cloak, whispered.

The captain was right. The Turks did send a team of thousands of cavalry to inquire, and this cavalry was just a leader. After them, after dawn, the Turks would send five teams of thousands of cavalry to cross the Yinshan Baidao to inquire. The first team to leave was a team of thousands of cavalry directly under the Asina tribe. The elite of the Turkic cavalry among the elites, the guards and cavalry team of the Turkic cavalry, which was composed entirely of the wolf guards. The general who commanded this thousand cavalry was a noble Treacher Dana.

He was born heroic and a vibrant red horse under his crotch. His red and bronze mane was the same as the long hair of Asina and Dana's shawl. The horse ornaments were dyed bronze, and the pattern was decorated with the Golden Wolf Emblem that represented the Asina family to match the rider's cloak. Many Turkic cavalry in the camp watched him leave, their eyes full of envy. Asina, Dana was skilled in riding and scimitar, and was Teller, who was born in the Asina family, and was young and handsome. He was an idol among many Turkic soldiers.

I guess they will never come back again when he goes there. Zhang Yong thought to himself while watching him ride out of the camp gate. His subordinates lined up in two rows behind him and came out one after another. It is estimated that they will never come back. Zhang Meng sneered, they didn't know that there were 50,000 elite Chen soldiers waiting for them in front of them. If he knew this, he might not have been so ashamed.

"General, the two adults have been in the camp for so long. There is no news yet. Now that the Turks have suddenly sent cavalry out of the camp, could it be that they have failed?" The captain next to him said worriedly.

"No." Zhang Meng's expression was solemn, his eyes were staring at the continuous camp, and he shook his head and said firmly: "They will succeed. All we need is to sneak into the Turkic camp as planned and do what we should do. Are all brothers in place?"

"The eight hundred brothers of the Flying Tiger Special Camp have all sneaked into the Turkic camp. The generals have raised their troops thousands of miles and used their troops for a while. Our Flying Tiger Special Camp has been in full swing since His Majesty was established. The brothers have trained hard for more than two years. Now it is finally time to use their weapons. They will never disappoint the general and His Majesty. If they fail, they will be successful!"

"Zhang Biao is the commander of your Flying Tiger Camp. Now he asks himself to go deep into the enemy camp and deserves to be my eldest son Chen Zhongyong. I will be ordered by the marshal to temporarily control the Flying Tiger Camp and advance and retreat with the 800 brothers. I hope that this time, we can win! I will continue to send the orders and let the brothers act according to the original plan. No one can act rashly or be exposed until the two generals are received."

The captain of the Flying Tiger Camp nodded solemnly: "The last general understands that loyalty and sacrifice are the battle numbers of our Flying Tiger Camp. In order to complete the mission, every brother will keep this sentence in mind."

Zhang Meng nodded, did not speak anymore, and picked up the Qianlijing and carefully observed the Turkic camp. The task this time was arduous and glorious, and his youngest brother, Zhang Biao, the general manager of the Flying Tiger Camp, was now deeply involved in the Turkic golden tent, and the danger was obvious. In addition to the three brothers who had already died in battle, there were five brothers serving in the army.

This time they went out of the frontier, three brothers in the army, including the eldest brother Zhang Yong, the younger brother Zhang Biao, and himself. The hunter brothers at the time have now become generals of the Great Chen. The general died in hundreds of battles and the hero returned for ten years. The night was as bright as paint, and Zhang Meng looked at the countless Turkic camps, his heart full of hope.

The 50,000 Chen cavalry was going to take the initiative to attack 200,000 Turkic wolf cavalry on the grassland at night, which sounded extremely crazy. But in fact, all of this was all the Chen army was planning. The 50,000 light cavalry had already sneaked through the white road in Yinshan under the night, and arrived in the vast Baidao River in the north of Yinshan, and was lurking out.

In the Golden Wolf Khan tent of the Central Army camp in the Turkic camp, Tongye Hu Khan's face was unstable. The sudden shocking news made him feel restless and a little lost.

"Da Khan, this is the token that the Han people should give to Da Khan..." Na Yili's entourage said as he took out something from his arms. Tongye Hu's mind was still immersed in the amazing news just now, and he didn't care much about the token brought back by the entourage. He just looked over casually, but saw that the entourage took out a smooth black thing, which looked like another scroll, and a bit like the Qianli Mirror that the spy sent to Chen Chao had worked hard to get back.

It didn't seem strange, Tong Ye Hu looked at it and didn't care. He casually reached out to answer.

Just at this moment, he suddenly inadvertently discovered that the entourage who had been bent down and bowing his head showed his white teeth and smiled slightly. An extremely bad feeling surrounded Tong Ye Hu Khan's heart. At the critical moment, years of life and death experience made Tong Ye Hu reach out to protect his face and chest while falling backwards, taking advantage of the momentum to jump back.

Almost at the same time, a slight sound of a machine spring suddenly sounded, and then a few traces of electric light flashed.

Several silver lights suddenly shot out from the cylinder and pointed directly at Tongye Gu's face door.

Like a dazzling lightning, Turkic streaked through the space, Tongye Hu felt a slight numbness on his left arm that was blocking his face. The next moment, he had already found three small silver needles about the length of his finger were inserted into his left hand.

A numbness and itchy feeling came from the needle in the middle of his arm. Tong Ye Hu was shocked and angry and found that the silver needle was shining with a dark blue light on the three silver needles. He was shocked and he already understood that the needle was soaked with a highly poisonous object. If the three poison needles were not blocked by him with his hands, they would have been inserted into his face at this moment. He probably had fallen to the ground.

Before he could be glad, a severe pain came from his back, and he had already fallen heavily to the ground. He was about to stand up, but suddenly felt dizzy and his left hand was no longer conscious.

"There are assassins!"

Tongye Hu was panicked. In a hurry, he looked up and saw another entourage disguised by the enemy in the empty tent, who had already taken a dagger to fight with Yili Xiao Khan. Although Yili Xiao Khan was a famous warrior on the grassland, he was wearing a bare hands at this time, but he was forced by the assassin step by step.

The entourage, who was only a few steps away from Tongye Hu, did not expect that Tongye Hu would react so smartly and actually shot through this carefully designed assassin. Hearing Tongye Hu shouted, the assassin took the time to hold the cylinder that fired the silver needle and thrust it hard, but a white short knife had been unsheathed.

Without any hesitation, the assassin held the short sword and jumped towards Tongye Hu on the ground.

The sword light reappeared, and Tong Ye Hu couldn't wait for the guards to rescue him, so he had to lift the left arm grid again with the needle-itting numbness. The sharp sword light passed by, and a burst of blood splattered. Tong Ye Hu's left arm was already blooming with flesh, revealing crystal white bones.

But after resisting, the Golden Wolf Guards outside the tent finally arrived when they heard the sound. A guard wearing a wolf helmet jumped up and used his flesh and blood body to get a fierce attack for Tongye Hu. Several other guards had already pounced on Tongye Hu's body and formed a flesh and blood shield for him.

"Protect the Great Sweat!" More footsteps kept coming, and countless guards shouted and rushed into the tent.

The assassin looked at the Khan Tongye Hu, who was completely covered by flesh and blood, and could no longer see anyone. He turned his head and looked at the other assassin, and saw that the partner had just hung a few colors on the Khan Yili, and was surrounded by several Turkic guards.

"laugh!"

A spark rose, and the assassin had quickly thrown a grenade into the brazier in the tent.

"Boom!" The violent explosion opened several holes on the gorgeous golden wolf tent, and the tent was filled with pungent smell of gunpowder and thick smoke. In the smoke of the explosion, the assassin looked at Tongye Hu, who was protected by the folded mountain, and said loudly: "General Chen, the meat flying immortal, Shen Guang, came to bring the warm greetings of His Majesty to the Khan!"

In the smoke of gunpowder, another assassin wiped the sweat from his face and said with a smile: "Zhang Biao, the commander of the Flying Tiger Camp, also brought greetings from millions of soldiers. The green mountains remain unchanged and the green water flows forever. We will have a date in the future!"

As soon as the words were finished, the two figures had already jumped into the darkness, leaving only a messy and dilapidated golden wolf tent...!~!
Chapter completed!