The Central Army camp, more than ten miles away, is much more majestic than the scattered camp. The tall arrow tower overlooks the surrounding area. In front of the fence made of wooden stakes as thick as bowls, there are densely packed with horse-resisting and deer antlers. Teams of fully armed soldiers patrolling back and forth behind the fence. Outside the camp, you can see the returning cavalry patrols passing by the departing patrols from time to time.

When there was an arrow left before the camp, Qin Feng stopped the war horse, jumped off the horse, threw the reins to the horse monkey behind him, and strode towards the gate.

No matter how bold Qin Feng is, he will not dare to run a horse before the gate of the central army. This can attract a sharp arrow and you will have no place to make sense if you shoot to death.

A school captain on duty standing at the gate saw Qin Feng coming, smiling and bowing to the knife. Although they were all lieutenants, this school captain was not the other lieutenant. Qin Feng was the chief officer of the battalion with real power. The school captain on duty in front of the gate was just an empty lie, and his status was incomparable. What's more, Qin Feng was famous and the leader of the death camp was a special existence in the western border camp. Although they were an army that died, their combat effectiveness was the best in the western border army. In the eyes of other Western border troops, this army was a unit composed of a group of madmen, and no one was willing to offend a group of mad dogs. Because they could pounce on and bite people at any time.

Before walking all the way to the Central Army tent, Qin Feng looked up at the Central Army tent. Compared with the tents he lived in, this is the difference between a Guangsha and thatched hut. The Central Army tent, which covers an area of ​​hundreds of square meters, made people stand in front of him and couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring in his heart.

However, Qin Feng didn't feel much awe in his heart. He was still lifting the head coach's table in this central army tent. That time, wasn't it just a twenty-stop army stick? He took off his big stride and went inward. Rows of soldiers outside the central army tent surrounded the tent tightly, silently, and looked different from usual. It seemed like he was late again, right? But it was nothing. Who made his camp far away from here? It was normal to come late.

Qin Feng, who had become accustomed to this, did not feel anything. He pressed the knife and walked inside as usual.

With a choking sound, two more knives were added in front of Qin Feng.

"Stop, the Central Army camp, the trespasser will be killed." A yelling sounded in Qin Feng's ears.

Qin Feng nodded, raised his head and looked at the two guards in front of him who drew their swords at him. His narrow eyes slowly narrowed. If anyone familiar with Qin Feng knew, this was a sign that he would explode. He had come to the Central Army camp countless times, and even the adjutant of the commander dared not draw his swords at him.

However, Qin Feng rarely broke out today because he found that these two people were raw faces. Although they were wearing military uniforms of the western border army, they were definitely not the central guards of the garrison commander. Qin Feng basically knew those soldiers, and even if they didn't know them, they were all familiar with each other.

"Who are you?" Qin Feng asked, while asking, he stretched out his finger and knocked on the two knives in front of him. The crisp sound made his doubts deeper. What a knife, it is not the standard configuration of the western border army. The quality of this knife is much better than that of the western border army.

"Retreat, the trespasser." The two soldiers in front of them ignored Qin Feng's question and threatened again with a low voice.

Qin Feng looked at the other party with his head tilted, and suddenly smiled, "Is that true?"

As soon as the two words were out, their hands were already lightning-pushed, and they slid along the back of the knife to the wrists of the two soldiers. After twisting it gently, the two soldiers screamed in pain. They could no longer hold the knife in their hands, allowing Qin Feng to easily snatch the knife over, and the man bent down in pain.

This time, the other guards stabbed the hornet's nest. Before the big tent, they clattered their swords and rushed towards Qin Feng. When they saw that no one knew him. Qin Feng laughed loudly: "Master, I'm here to save you."

With the two swords waving, the sound of weapons fighting. As the steel swords fell to the ground, Qin Feng easily arrived at the door of the big tent. Behind him, a group of soldiers holding their wrists looked at the officer in front of him in shock and angrily. The sound of "catching assassin" sounded instantly.

Qin Feng laughed loudly and was about to flirt in, but the curtain door of the big tent suddenly floated up, and a sword light flew out like lightning, piercing Qin Feng's face.

Like a duck strangled by his throat, the laughter stopped abruptly. The sword light came too fast. Qin Feng did not expect it at all. In shock, he leaned back suddenly, leaned back with his left hand and his right hand with a single sword. With a tingling sound, the sword wiped against Qin Feng's nose and flew over. Just as he straightened his waist, a whimper came from behind. The sword that had just flew back from behind.

"****, sword control technique!" Qin Feng's body was covered with a dense layer of sweat. He shouted loudly, and the two swords crossed, and turned around like a wind. The two swords intertwined, but this time there was a sour squeaking sound. The lightning-like sword light was twisted by the two swords. Qin Feng then saw that this was a short sword that was only more than a foot. At this moment, it was twisting between his two swords like a poisonous snake. Qin Feng suddenly saw that the surface of the two steel swords was covered with thin cracks in an instant. With two crisp sounds, the front half of the two swords turned into pieces.

With his hand loosened and let the hilt fall to the ground, Qin Feng turned sideways, reached out and grabbed the short sword. A sudden shock came from his hand. The sword twisted desperately, as if he wanted to break free. Qin Feng smiled, and the dark golden light flashed in his hand. The light on the short sword suddenly disappeared, and a violent cough sound came from the tent.

"Qin Feng, stop, you bastard, when will you be more at peace?" The general's angry voice came from the tent.

Qin Feng smiled, lifted the tent and strode in.

In the tent, the heads of the twenty combat battalions of the western border army sat upright, looking at the nose and the heart one by one. The commander stood in the middle and sat in the middle with his usual elegant face at this moment, staring at Qin Feng with indifferent face. Sometimes Qin Feng thought that the commander was like a scholar and was even more powerful than a military officer who had the power of tens of thousands of lives and death, and could make blood flow and squirrel with one word.

What did not surprise Qin Feng was that today, there was a chair next to the tiger case of Dashen, where there was a woman sitting and a woman with a veil on it.

It was surprising that women appeared in the army. It was even more surprising that women who were qualified to sit next to the Grandmaster like this. However, Qin Feng just glanced at it and bowed to the Grandmaster: "Zuo Shuai, I saw that it was not your guard outside the tent, and I thought something had happened? Just as I was about to come in and take a look, the sword flew out."

He straightened up and threw the short sword in his hand up and down, but his eyes were staring at a young man behind the woman whose face was flushed and his hands were stroking his chest with his hands. It looked like that, the short sword was his. Seeing that this man was not old, but he could kill people with a sword, his kung fu was extremely skilled. At this moment, the man's fire-breathing eyes were staring at Qin Feng, like a beast that wanted to choose someone to eat.

Qin Feng looked at this kind of eyes disdainfully. On the battlefield, he saw more fierce eyes than this. What's the use of no matter how fierce it is? Could it be that he could still kill people with his eyes?

"You are getting more and more courageous. This is the Central Army's tent, not your snake-rat-roaming death camp. Who dares to make trouble in the Central Army's tent? Apart from you, Qin Feng, the remaining generals are all having a good meal?"

Qin Feng coughed twice, then folded his fists and bowed to the surroundings, "Everyone, I offended you, I have offended you. Qin Feng was concerned about Zuo Shuai's safety, and he didn't notice it for a moment, and even forgot that everyone was eating porridge."

There was a burst of laughter in the tent. Everyone was not surprised by Qin Feng, the death camp, who had no taboos. Even the woman sitting next to Zuo Lixing burst out laughing.

Well! Zuo Lixing snorted from his nose, and the tent immediately became quiet. Everyone forced their faces, but only two or three lieutenants made strange hums in their throats. Qin Feng looked at these people and picked the corners of his eyes. Those people all walked out of the death camp, including wolf teeth, leopards, kittens, and now they are the main generals of the Western Frontier Army's main battle camp.

"Shishou Zuo is really rigorous in military management!" An old man snorted coldly behind the woman, "It's really better to be famous than to meet."

Zuo Lixing laughed dryly, turned to look at the old man, and smiled and said, "Old Guo doesn't know anything. This is Qin Feng, the captain of my Western Border Army's death camp. He is a savage. He is not polite and has always been accustomed to being presumptuous."

"So you are Qin Feng from the Death Camp?" The woman next to the big case turned her head and her eyes flashed, "It's true that she is not as famous as meeting." As soon as she spoke, her voice was extremely crisp and nice. Even if she sat there, she could tell that her figure was very good. She just didn't know if the face under the veil was beautiful. As soon as the woman opened her mouth, Qin Feng's eyes immediately turned to the woman, looking up and down very rudely.

"Qin Feng, I dare not give the princess a close respect. This is Princess Zhaohua who came from the capital to comfort the western border troops by the emperor." Zuo Lixing said in a deep voice.

Princess? Wei Jun? Qin Feng was stunned for a moment. This was a strange thing I had never heard of.

"I've seen the princess!" He took a step forward and bowed to the woman with his fists.

"Bold, don't you kneel down when you see the princess?" The young man whose face is still bright red still shouted angrily.

Qin Feng straightened his waist and glanced at him, "This is Zuo Zheng's central army tent. It is a military order. Even if it is a great commander, we will just hold our fists as a ritual."

"Forget it, Captain Qin is right. It is naturally a marching method in the army. Captain Qin, can he return the sword in your hand to my guard?" The woman said, her voice clear, which was very nice.

Qin Feng held the short sword in both hands and handed it to the young man: "The sword is very good."

The sword is very good, but the person who uses the sword is not necessarily good. Everyone can understand the meaning of this sentence. With a clamor, someone laughed out loud, but it was Zhang Xiaomao, who likes to laugh the most in the Death Camp.
Chapter completed!