Ding Yi and Liao Shizhong sat next to Xiao Diao's body, gasping for breath. Liao Shizhong was stabbed again, and he was unable to get up while sitting there.

"You didn't need to get this sword just now." Ding Yidao.

Liao Shizhong smiled and said, "I have to save you some energy. This is just the beginning. Anyway, I'm already injured, and I'm afraid I can't put in any effort in the next battle."

"Same." Ding Yi sighed, "If Zuo Shuai loses, the person we will catch up with will definitely not be able to deal with."

"Will Zuo Shuai be defeated?" Liao Shizhong asked.

Ding Yi was silent. Zuo Shuai was the god of war in their minds, but his opponent Li Zhi was even more famous. Moreover, Zuo Shuai's consumption has been too high these days.

"I don't understand why this is the case?" Liao Shizhong was silent for a while, "It was obviously an attack, but why did it turn into an ambush?"

Both of them fell silent.

"The western border army is over, and now, only Qin Feng's death camp is left." Ding Yi said sadly. "I hope they can survive safely, leave some seeds for the western border army, and rebuild in the future. The future western border army will not forget us."

"With the nest collapse, there are only two thousand people in the Death Camp. What can you do under the attack of Western Qin? I am afraid that Qin Feng, a messy stubborn, will keep moving forward in the Luoying Mountains, and will eventually hit the hands of the Western Qin people." Liao Shizhong sighed.

"Qin Feng is just a cunning fox. He smelled the smell wrong and must have run faster than a rabbit." Ding Yixiao.

"I used to hate him very much, and sometimes I wish I could break him with one knife, but now I hope he can survive." Liao Shizhong suddenly laughed: "This mess is really hateful."

"I still hate him for beating you back then? Who told you to mess with him?" Ding Yi laughed. "But that's right, you were just recruited back then, and I don't know the name of this guy."

"That guy is really cruel." Liao Shizhong thought of the incident that Qin Feng dealt with Yang Zhi before the war, and couldn't help but smile. "It's cruel enough to start, and the heart is dark enough."

"If you don't have ruthless hands and your heart is not dark, can you stay in the place where the Death Camp?" Ding Yi said. "Anyway, I don't have the confidence to live happily in that place. That guy is not alone at all."

Liao Shizhong nodded repeatedly and agreed.

"Here!" Ding Yi raised his head and suddenly said. Liao Shizhong's face tightened, and dozens of figures appeared at the end of his vision. The person in front was coming at a very fast moment. At first glance, he was just a figure, but the next moment, he could clearly see his outline.

"It's Deng Pu!" Ding Yi stood up: "Brother, it's time for us."

"If you die, die. It would be great if you could bite off a hair when you die." Liao Shizhong laughed.

The wind was so loud that Deng Pu had already appeared in front of the two of them, looked at the corpses lying on the ground, and raised his head: "Excellent, it's really good."

Ding Yi's spear was crossing his chest, looking at the other party, his whole body was tense. Facing Deng Pu, he knew that he had no chance of victory. Not to mention that there were more than a dozen people behind Deng Pu, even if only Deng Pu was the only one, he would definitely not be an opponent.

"Spend your weapons!" Deng Pu looked at the two of them with some pity, "You are not my opponents, and death is useless. For your master, you have fulfilled your responsibilities."

Ding Yi looked at him and laughed. The spear in his hand slowly raised, with a roar, and his feet suddenly kicked the ground. The man and the gun were united, turning into a meteor and rushing towards Deng Pu.

A cold light flashed in his eyes. Deng Pu raised his hand. The gunmen touched each other and made a sound of metal and iron. Ding Yi's figure was raised in the air. The next moment, it was hit hard to the ground again.

Deng Pu held Ding Yi's spear tip in his hand. The gap between the two levels was like a huge gap that could not be overcome at all.

Ding Yi, who fell to the ground, vomited blood in large mouthfuls, twisted his wrist, split the spear into two, jutting the tip of the spear, and then stabbed Deng Pu's lower abdomen.

Deng Pu snorted coldly, flipped his wrist, and half of the spear that was grasping in his hand slammed into Ding Yi's chest. The spear raised high condensed in the air, and fell to the ground with a sound.

After crossing Ding Yi, Deng Pu walked towards Liao Shizhong sitting on the ground. Liao Shizhong raised the knife in his hand and smashed it hard at Deng Pu. Such an attack was no different from a fight between a gangster in the street. Deng Puli ignored it, but just turned his body slightly, and the knife flew out from afar.

He walked to Liao Shizhong, raised his feet, and stepped on Liao Shizhong's thighs. With a click, one of his legs suddenly broke. However, Liao Shizhong smiled with a hint, opened his mouth, and spitted at Deng Pu.

Deng Pu sneered, kicked his toes, and Liao Shizhong immediately fell to the ground, his military boots stepped on Liao Shizhong's chest, and with a slight force, the bones immediately made a broken sound.

"Grandson, if you have sex, kill your grandfather." Liao Shizhong's eyes widened and looked at Deng Pu. Every time he said a word, a lot of blood came out of his mouth. He stretched out his hands and groped upwards weakly, and followed the pair of military boots, with blood staining on Deng Pu's military boots.

Deng Pu lowered his head and looked at the tenacious soldier. The opponent had no attack power at this moment, but was still trying to do something. His hand finally touched the legs of the trouser legs on the military boots. With a sizzling sound, the legs of the trouser legs were torn off by Liao Shizhong. He smiled with satisfaction, his head tilted, and he died.

Before his death, this man used all his strength just to tear off a piece of his trouser legs. Deng Pu did not feel ridiculous. He silently passed Liao Shizhong's body and walked forward. Behind him, more than a dozen subordinates followed closely. Seeing these Chu people fighting to the death, everyone was wary of it. It would never be smooth sailing, and the Chu people would never surrender.

An hour later, a figure appeared on this slope where the battle had just passed fiercely, wearing black clothes and an iron knife on his back. It was Qin Feng who was rushing all the way.

He saw Ding Yi who was nailed to the ground by an iron spear, Liao Shizhong lying on the slope with his back to the sky, and Xiao Diao with a sword in his chest and a long bow with a broken string in his hand.

He knew all three of them. Ding Yi was Zuo Shuai's personal military camp lieutenant, Xiao Diao was the sharpshooter in the army, and Liao Shizhong was more familiar with him because this person had been beaten by himself for provoking him.

Three more acquaintances fell down forever. Qin Feng silently drew a spear on his body, and used the spear as a hoe to dig hard on the hillside. In a moment, he dug out a large pit and placed the three of them in the pit one by one, placing their weapons next to them.

They bowed deeply, and Qin Feng waved his hand, and the soil beside the pit was swept into the pit by the strong wind.

Qin Feng felt even more astonished after burying the bodies of the three people. Ding Yi's kung fu was definitely not worse than himself, but looking at the scene, he seemed to be no match for the other party at all and was completely defeated.

The other party is at least a master of level 8 or even level 9. This is not something he can stop. Should he turn around and run back, or continue to go forward to the unpredictable death agreement. Taking this step, he will probably be in a life of death.
Chapter completed!