At this moment, thousands of people were lurking in the dark, waiting quietly, looking at the huge military camp, where the huge chaos attracted countless soldiers to go towards it, and the sound of fighting was boiling.

In the forest, Lin Chong looked at the burning and boiling military camp from afar, and the howling came faintly. He turned to look at the figure sitting indifferently under the tree, grabbed the bark with his fingers tightly, leaving a few finger marks. Luan Tingyu, who was beside him, frowned.

"Don't worry, the Supervisor didn't know that anyone would dare to come to rob the camp. Although it was an isolated soldier, we were not large enough. If only a few thousand people went to rescue them, they would trap ourselves."

"We came here to put life and death aside," he said, and Yu Guang stopped when he saw the sitting figure standing up.

"Lin Chong is right."

Bai Ning looked at everyone behind him and swept his faces one by one, "In the fight tonight, maybe many of you will fall there, won't you regret it?"

I stroked a white robe with a black hair and curled up the corners of my lips with a seductive smile. "I regret not being humble in a corner of the palace, it is better to be a man vigorously. Our family also has to thank the governor for helping me kill the mediocre feelings."

The woods only leave a silent breath floating.

Bai Ning nodded, turned around and looked at the central army with the imperial flag, took steps, the leaves fell down, and they sank to the ground under their feet.

"Tonight, we won't ask tomorrow."

On such a night, when the calamity occurred in front of the camp, more or less, most people focused on that side. The basic soldiers below did not know what the truth was, and they would eventually feel anxious.

A figure was sneaking in the darkness. The Jurchens on the whistle tower rubbed their eyes and thought they were dazzled in the air in their sight. A red cloud like burning clouds was floating over.

Then several silver steel needles pierced into his forehead, and fell on it without a sound. The red skirt bloomed on the tower and closed it. On the other side, Yu Huatian took back the silver sword from the corpse and hooked his hand.

A group of figures spread under the tower. Five hundred extremely fast Jinyiwei quickly climbed over the not-so-high wooden wall. The moment he opened the gate, thousands of figures ran out of the darkness. In an instant, the sound of killing erupted from the crowd frantically.

The bamboo tube containing tinder oil was ignited directly and threw it into the surrounding camps. The entire Zhongjun camp became chaotic in an instant. Under the ignited raging fire, many Jurchen soldiers emerged from the inside naked, with flames remaining on their bodies. These people shouted desperately, and then rushed over with their swords. Luan Tingyu, the first to catch the enemy, Lin Chong, led five hundred Jinyiwei, who had practiced the storm of the wind, rushed over, and a small-scale battle began.

"What's going on? Mother Ja, go out and take a look." Wanyan Aguda raised his upper body slightly. The relative general there immediately held a knife and lifted the curtain and walked out. The fire light crossed his sight, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink, reflecting the chaotic fighting ahead. A sword light tore open the body of the war horse, and the internal organs fell all the way in the air, smashed into the guards guarding the imperial tent, hit the person, pushed several feet away, and rushed towards him.

Several shield-holding guards stepped forward and pushed the shield up. With a bang, the people were knocked back half a step by the force, and the half-body of the horse stopped.

The shields separated, Wanyan Jiemu walked out with a knife, and the person who was hit was overturned and the array of people who were hit had not recovered. A man in a black palace robe was slowly inserting his sword back into the sheath and walking in a stroll. Hundreds of figures in uniform costumes rushed over from the other party and collided into the emperor guards with a messy formation.

The night wind blew up his clothes, his slender figure was a little thin, and when his long white hair was touched by the wind, the person had already walked into the chaotic field. Looking at Wanyan Jiemu, his eyes were as cold as ice, "Wanyan Agu should be beaten inside, let's find him to ask for something."

"Mr. Wu Chao, you are looking for death!"

In front of the imperial tent, the relative general shouted in a deep voice, raised the steel knife in his hand, and the guards on both sides rushed forward, and the blade was about to be next to each other. After a moment, a woman in a red dress came over, her slender palms flew over and hit the chests of the two. When blood was spurting out of her mouth, Bai Ning's figure had already passed the corpse that flew backwards.

"I'll leave it to you here."

As he said this, he pushed the hilt of the sword with his thumb and the sword light was unsheathed. The tall Jurchen general in front of the tent almost had his full strength to slash it. Two weapons that were not as good as ordinary qualities fought together, and sparks jumped out in the red night.

The moment it came into contact, the sword edge instantly pressed against the long sword and pressed back to the other party's chest. The majestic body sprayed a mouthful of blood, like a broken kite directly hitting into the imperial tent, and it made a crackling sound, as if some objects were broken.

Bai Ning opened the curtain with the tip of the sword and walked in. Wanyan Jiemu covered her chest and fell on a pile of rags to get up. The steel knife fell to pieces and looked away. She looked away and moved her eyes a little. On the simple couch, an old man sat up.

"A very powerful Wu Dynasty man" Wanyan Aguda said weakly, forcing himself to get up, but after moving a few times, he still kept sitting.

A wooden chair fell on the old man's couch with a slight sound. Bai Ning sat over and looked straight with the other person's eyes. A finger shook in the middle, "Don't talk, listen to the movement outside."

"You're going to kill me?" The old man said hard in Chinese that he was not very skillful.

Bai Ning seemed to have not heard his words and said to himself: "There are murderous sounds everywhere. Look at this country, how good it was. When you came, the place was full of evil. Today is the chaotic world, as you wish."

He paused, "Do you think you should die?"

"Hahaha"

Wanyan Aguda didn't seem to care about the other party's words. How could a hero of a generation be afraid of death? "Even if you don't come, I won't live long. If you kill me or not, I will die in the end. What's wrong with taking this head? I'm still a Jurchen hero from beginning to end, the emperor of the Jin Kingdom. All this will not change because you killed me."

Bai Ning leaned forward and said coldly: "When our family came in, I already saw it, so I changed my mind, but you must agree to a transaction."

"Okay! I want to hear it too."

"There's something wrong with the imperial tent"

The strong wind blew over, and the wind helped the fire. The flames suddenly rose. Wanyan Zongwang, who was supervising the battle in front of the army, looked at the Wu Chao general who was gradually compressed and still resisting, his face became light and dark, and he clenched his fists tremblingly.
Chapter completed!