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This mountain stretched for hundreds of miles and was abnormally steep. If one wanted to cross the mountain, they would have to pay a huge price, so the imperial army did not send out any heavy troops to guard the vicinity of the Lianyun Mountains.

A muffled sound of horse hooves could be heard as heavily armored riders, fully armed to the teeth, continued to emerge from the half-human tall weeds in Lianyunshan, gushing out in an unending stream.

The moon hung high in the sky, the pure white moonlight shining on the ground like a layer of frost. While the moon was rising, the army coming out of the Cloud Mountain finally showed signs of stopping.

Thousands of iron cavalry appeared in the open space in front of Lian Yun Mountain. The moonlight shining on these troops was all sucked clean by the black armor of these knights, only revealing the light in their eyes. Besides the black armor, these iron cavalry hooves were wrapped in cloth, making slight noises.

Like black shadows, these Steel Cavalry moved with light footsteps, silently advancing towards the brightly lit military camp by the side of the water.

"Yellow Monkey, go to sleep for a while. I'll keep an eye on this place." A stout veteran said to the short kid beside him.

"Captain Wang, I'm not sleepy" Yellow Monkey stubbornly shook his head, tightly holding onto the weapon in his hand. He forced himself to keep his spirit up and carefully checked his surroundings. However, when he looked, his body swayed unsteadily, and he couldn't even stand properly.

The stout man shook his head helplessly and snatched the weapon from Huang Hou's hand. With a stern expression, he said, "I'll let you sleep now, so go to sleep!"

Feeling the emptiness in his hands, Yellow Monkey looked at his sergeant innocently. Noticing the latter's angry gaze, he choked with sobs. Leaning against the wall of the tower, he lowered his head and went to sleep quietly.

Before the time it took to make a cup of tea, a soft snoring sound entered his ears. He looked down at the youth with his eyes closed, smiled bitterly, and said with a sigh, "That kid in my house is about the same age!"

After saying that, he looked at the campfire opposite Ji Shui and sighed, "Such a young child, he can't even hold the weapon steady, yet he still wants to fight and kill the enemy. Isn't this a sin? Prince An Ran, what the hell are you doing!"

How many corpses of commoners would be needed to topple a dynasty if one wanted to achieve greatness with only ten thousand bones?

He yawned and was about to stretch his back when a cold knife stabbed into his neck and a hand covered his mouth, which was about to scream out loud. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before falling onto the ground.

Before he died, he clutched at his neck and turned around to look at the sleeping yellow monkey. He saw that there was also a faint trace of blood on the yellow monkey's smiling face. This thin body had already died a long time ago.

He wanted to grab hold of Yellow Monkey's hand, just like how he had grabbed his child's hand in his small house in Yanzhou, but his hands were just inches away from Yellow Monkey, and he couldn't even touch the corner of his shirt.

The falcon that tried to assassinate the two in front of them didn't have any reaction. It just shook off the blood on its hands, nodded to the agents on the opposite tower, and climbed down to open the locked door.

The soldiers in the camp on the west side of Ji Shui felt a muffled sound and the ground shook. They then heard the sounds of fighting and desperate cries for help from the camp that was on fire. Before they had even gotten up, several horses had rushed into the tent and trampled on them. They did not even cut the soldiers who were still alive. They just threw away the torches in their hands and let the soldiers slowly die in despair.

Li Hao looked at the blazing flames in front of him and smiled cruelly. He said in a clear voice, "It's time to stop and take Yanzhou!"

By his side, Deng Dingjun had already put on his armor and brought his platinum lion head along with him as he silently walked down. He then led the already prepared soldiers to build a bridge and rush towards the burning camp on the opposite side.

Before Sima Qin, who was sleeping in the camp, could get up from his bed, five big black horses dashed into the tent. A burst of sword lights and shadows flashed, and Sima Qin, who had great kung fu skills, lost his head before he could resist.

"General Song, quickly leave! The Azure Province's Black Armored Army has barged in!"

The noise outside the tent caused the sleeping Song An to wake up. He covered himself with a light armor, held onto a short blade and pulled open the curtain, but his face had turned pale due to the fire outside. He looked at the great fire in front of him, and his legs softened as he knelt on the ground, muttering to himself, "It's over, everything's over."

No matter how the soldiers pulled at him, he seemed to be in a daze. It was not easy to pull him up from the ground, and he was paralyzed on the ground. The soldier at his side anxiously shouted, "General Song, let's go!"

"It's useless even if we leave. We're doomed, we're doomed." He sat limply on the ground, looking at the black armored riders. With a deathly pale face, he looked at the general who had lost all will to fight. Gritting his teeth, he raised his weapon and charged towards the incoming riders.

"Let's go!" The general is leaving! " How could these soldiers in a hurry defend against these well-equipped black armored riders? After a few rounds of fighting, they did not forget to remind the general to leave as well.

After a few breaths, the black armored riders covered in blood arrived in front of Song An. They looked at the general who had lost his soul and laughed. "Hahahaha, we have picked up a general for nothing."

A blade light cut through the iron spear that was thrusting towards Song An. A young man in a golden robe took out a knife and looked at the soldier in front of him. The eight fishes on his waist scared the black armored knight so much that he did not dare to make a move.

Zhu Gufeng frowned, the blade in his hand danced according to his will, the direction of the blade was where the corpse was. The blade danced a few times, and with a few thuds, it fell to the ground.

Zhu Gufeng shook his head helplessly as he looked at the lifeless Song An. He placed his hand on Song An's neck, then carried the unconscious Song An on his back and dashed towards the west with nimble steps while holding his saber.