Yelu Jin, the leader of the Zhechong radical, now has a headache, very much.

Yelu Jin, wearing a pair of black clothes with fire cloud patterns, sat in the study of the head of the camp, looking at the letter he wrote in front of him asking for supplies from the soldiers, with a dazzling four-character red instruction with "not approved".

Yelu Jin twisted a corner of the letter with his fingers, and a bunch of orange-yellow flame spread along his fingertips to the letter. The ignited fire illuminated the study. The only letter from him in the past few years was quickly burned out and turned into a handful of embers and flew ashes.

The burly Yelu Jin exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly stood up and walked out of the study. The commanders outside the study were sent to the ranks to replenish their forces. The study, which was the head of the department, was so depressed that there was not even a person to call around him. It can be seen how bad the situation in the Zhechong tribe is now.

He looked at the somewhat deserted camp, and there was no longer the lively scene of the previous practice sounds, and he felt indescribable.

He did not regret the decision he made at the beginning. If he had been allowed to return to that night, he would still choose to leave the army formation and rescue the villagers in Ningcuidian first.

The soldiers of the Zhechong tribe all had the experience of fighting against the ghost tide for a few times. That night, the Zhechong tribe was the first to be hit in front of the ghost tide. The surging ghost tide as surging as a river was visually estimated by Yelu Jin that there would definitely be no less than 30,000 people. If it weren't for the rich combat experience and the subsequent war department's timely assistance, the Zhechong tribe might have been dead in name only.

A general wearing armor came from the camp. There was a pattern on his waist and a black and white pendant with a dragon. He respectfully clasped his fists at Yelu Jin, and then said with hope: "Master, has the radical agreed to replenish our troops?"

Yelu Jin shook his head with a dim look.

The general who came was named Zhou Tong, who was the only remaining Bo Yawei in the Zhechong tribe. He said bitterly: "What does the above mean? Our Zhechong tribe took the risk of rescuing 283 Ningcuidian villagers, with heavy casualties. Even if the superiors refuse to reward you for such achievements, at least they have to replenish their troops! It is not peaceful around Sunset City. With less than 200 troops now, the bandits and evil people who are holding each other together to keep warm can give us a look."

The situation facing the Zhe Chong tribe, who has been crippled by the ghost tide, is actually more serious than what Bo Yawei said.

The original battalion of the Zhechong tribe was not here, but because after fighting the ghost tide, I had to find a nearby town to recuperate. The only thing that could be supplemented was this sunset city near the border of the Ritsuka Mountain area.

As for wanting to return to the capital of every inch of land that was originally stationed in the camp, Zhou Tong no longer dared to expect anything. The War Department and the War Department were not always as close as brothers to live in harmony, but more of intrigue and intrigue.

The Zhechong tribe, who lost his sharp minions, returned to Shangzhaocheng, even whether he could lead his troops to arrive safely in front of the gate of Shangzhaocheng was a two-word saying.

A mere remnant of less than 200 people, not mentioning those powerful war divisions that are intimidating, even a little bit of force can eat them. The Western Ghost Emperor, who is in charge of the vast Muzhongshan area, will not care about you, one of the five hundred lieutenant-level war divisions. What the Ghost Emperor wants is just a war division that can obey his command to fight.

Yelu Jin looked up at the sky. The originally mighty and unyielding radical seemed to grow old in an instant, and said, "I heard that the Ghost Emperor was secretly raising troops from various groups to the border to station, as if he was determined to guard against other ghost emperors. In recent years, the five ghost emperors from the five directions were separated from each other, and each had their own plans. At this critical moment, no matter how many letters I wrote and submitted, I am afraid that there would be no more troops on it to us."

Yelu Jin looked at the remaining loyal Boyawei deeply and said in a deep voice: "We can only live on our own in the future."

The two of them stopped talking, making the already deserted camp atmosphere even heavier.

At this moment, the rushing footsteps from far to near broke the calm.

"Radical Lord, radical Lord!"

A soldier patrolling the Sunset City came all the way. When Yelu Jin saw the soldier's face with an expression of joy, he turned his head and looked at Bo Yawei who was about to scold him, signaling him that it was okay, and he laughed and scolded: "It's so polite to be in a panic. If you have farts, you can give up and report what you have to do."

The soldier with a flushed face ran away and gasped for a moment and reported loudly: "Master Radical, Captain Lin and the others are back!"

"You are talking about Lin Changfeng and the others?"

Yelu Jin shook his head, what's the point of being worth informing of?

The soldiers who reported the news quickly added: "Captain Lin and his team brought back a person. Captain Lin said that the person was going to join our Zhechong Department!"

Yelu Jin raised his two thick eyebrows and asked in a deep voice: "What kind of cultivation is that person?"

"The subordinate's realm is very small, it's hard to say, but that person gives his subordinate's feeling..." The informing soldier carefully recalled the feeling of seeing that person for the first time, and only uttered two words heavily.

“Very strong.”

Sunset City is located in the border area in the southwest corner of the Lizhong Mountain area, near the deserted forest with ghosts and monsters. Whenever the wind blows, there will be yellow sand everywhere. The harvest of crops in the year depends entirely on a small river flowing through the city that is sometimes dry and sometimes full. According to the older generation, Sunset City is a barren land with feng shui lottery.

The city defense patrol of Sunset City is under the responsibility of Zhechong, who is stationed here. In addition, the city gate is deserted, Chang Xi and others can be said to be a road trip.

The dilapidated city wall was broken into several pieces. Fortunately, the soldiers of the Zhechong tribe barely pieced together with grass, grass mud and stones, otherwise the soldiers would not be able to step onto the city wall to patrol the city. Most of the shops in the city closed down. When the yellow wind was covered with gravel, some grass balls rolled down the cold streets, and a strong atmosphere of decay came to their faces.

Xi'er, who was held by Chang Xi, was covered with a veil made of a handkerchief on her face, and her cheeks were covered with snow cream made by Chang Xi on the road, so that her delicate face that could pinch out water would not be affected by the wind and sand. She showed her big black eyes, and felt very novel about everything here, even if it was just grass dumplings rolling in the streets.

Lin Changfeng, who was walking in front of the road, was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a piece of land to bury himself.

When they left, the winter snow in Sunset City had not yet melted. Although Sunset City was indeed a shabby small town, as the saying goes, a white covers all kinds of ugly things. If you look at it briefly, you will have a bit of fresh rural atmosphere.

Now, as the white snow melts, it is as ugly as it is.

Chang Xi could feel Lin Changfeng's subtle mood change, waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about these things.

As early as when he came, he had made sufficient mental preparations. During his lifetime, he was a disciple of Qingyun Mountain back mountain who could make the Jiuzhou Continent shake three times. He knew that the greater the strength, the greater the territory. A small town in the wilderness of the border should have looked like this, and nothing strange was that.

After walking through several streets and narrow alleys that finally improved, under the gaze of residents in Sunset City, a mansion with two stone lions lying on it finally caught everyone's eyes.

The red paint fell off on the door of the mansion, but the inscription on the plaque was written with a stroke. Three big inscriptions can make people think of a golden sword and an iron horse when they first met.

Chang Xi exclaimed: "Good word."

Lin Changfeng stopped in front of the mansion, took a deep breath, and said respectfully sideways.
Chapter completed!