Inside the tent, Jin Mang, with his hands bound, was kicked to the ground by a single foot.

He was covered in blood, with multiple wounds on his face. It was obvious that he had been through a fierce battle before being captured.

At this moment, Jin Mang lay on the ground, staring at Qin Ze who stood with his hands behind his back. He spat out blood from his mouth and his face was pale.

Qin Ze's expression was cold, and he looked at him coldly:

"I never expected that Jinfengluan would send you here, it seems she's really restless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Mang coldly said:

"But in just a few months, you have amassed so many soldiers and generals. I see that your Qin family has long been plotting rebellion, arranging your forces beforehand."

Qin Ze shook his head and sneered, "Whether it's a day earlier or a day later, someone will rebel with or without soldiers. The throne of Jin Feng Luan was never meant to belong to her."

At this, Qin Ze strode forward and coldly shouted:

"How is the Jin family's troop deployment arranged? Tell me and I'll give you a good death.

As soon as his words fell, Jin Mang let out a cold laugh.

"Want to pry something out of me? Don't even think about it, Qin Ze!"

Today, I was defeated in battle. I have nothing to say except that I regret being controlled by others and coming to this desolate place called Yànluò Mountain.

"But even then, you can't be pleased for too long! Qin Ze! As you continue your southward journey, you will surely meet your demise on the road and end up broken and defeated! The General Zhen Guo will not let you get away with this!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Ze sneered, "Is that so? Too bad it's you who came to Yanlu Mountain, not Jin Jianren.

“But that will do, let him clean his neck in the capital and wait for me. Before the year ends, I will surely kill my way into the capital!”

This New Year, will all of your family members gather together in the Underworld?

Jin Mang's face was as pale as paper. Before entering Yanlu Mountain, he would have thought Qin Ze was exaggerating, but after this battle, he understood this was no threat.

The appearance of soldiers and horses in this mountain was too inexplicable. Their weapons were even placed among the mountains. All these unreasonable things are truly eerie.

And those soldiers who fought against them were like born killers.

And until now, the battle has ended, he was escorted all the way here, and the number of soldiers he saw was still countless.

My previous guesses were almost all correct.

And this, also made Jin Mang's heart increasingly frustrated and angry.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth and said: "Qin Ze, my army only has 200,000 men, while those barbarians, although their troops are larger than mine, they are just a bunch of reckless fools.

You killed us here, but you haven't even begun to build your empire. Don't even mention the troops in General Zhen Guo's hands, you couldn't handle the Qianji Camp under Young Master Xiao either.

The farther south you go, the more ambushes you'll face.

Speaking of this, his voice grew lower and a sinister smile crept across his face.

"The people from the Qianji Camp are not easy to kill. This time, Little Wangye personally led his men here."

They are like snakes hiding in the grass, they can bite you unexpectedly.

Qin Ze, you must be careful.

I'm waiting for you in the underworld.

"Hahaha!"

Amidst the roaring laughter, Jin Mang's eyes widened suddenly, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Looking at Jīn Máng, who was biting his tongue in frustration, Qín Zé let out a cold snort and waved his hand.

"Jin Jiande must be captured alive!"

"Yes, my lord!"

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The night was deep, and the rain fell incessantly, making the ground wet and cold.

A band of people fled in panic through the night. But on this night, the mountain road was treacherous, and there was no clear path forward. This group of desperate fugitives were none other than the Qianji Camp.

Previously, they had been pursued by a group of pursuers who were none other than the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun and a contingent of soldiers.

Although the people of Qianjiying are certainly skilled martial artists, in terms of brute force, they pale in comparison to the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders.

Along the way, they had been relentlessly pursuing this group of Qianji Camp members, driving them like rats fleeing for their lives through these mountains and forests.

And now, with the end of battles in various regions, more and more troops have joined the pursuit.

The members of the Qianji Camp, for some unknown reason, decided to disperse. They split into groups, running along mountain paths or venturing into the mountains where there were no paths at all. Some even abandoned their horses.

He only hides in these desolate mountains.

But no matter how much one flees, before this overwhelming force of soldiers, they will still be chased and killed.

Although the battle has ended, the night at Yànluò Mountain remains restless.

At midnight, the rain had stopped. An unusual stillness hung over a certain forest, broken only by the sound of raindrops sliding off leaves.

But just then, only rustling sounds were heard.

In the next instant, several arrows darted through the forest. At that moment, a deafening roar echoed through the silent woods.

"Boom boom boom"

With a few screams, several thousand machine camp soldiers fell heavily from the trees, while others quickly fled into the depths of the forest.

In the darkness, Liu Bao and his men removed their masks and coldly watched as figures fled through the forest. Their hands rested on their bows, and in the pale moonlight, they shot arrow after arrow with chilling precision.

Then, a dazzling figure appeared in front of them. Zhixiong's lips curled up into a smile as he chuckled softly:

We caught a big rat!

"Brothers, seize the man wearing the silver helmet! That is Kim Jiande!"

Before the words had even fully fallen, someone had already dashed after him, brandishing a curved blade and carrying a bow on their back.

Moments later, the small group of Qianji Camp soldiers fleeing ahead were killed one by one by the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun from behind, leaving only a handful.

But the man in silver armor was remarkably fast, his movements nimble and agile. He leaped through the forest with ease.

He wielded a grappling hook in his hand, always relying on it to scale trees at the last possible moment, then constantly weaving through the forest.

But not everyone has his skills. Almost all of his subordinates have died.

Thus, after about an incense stick's time, almost everyone had been killed, leaving only three people beside that man.

Don't run away, there's nowhere to go.

"Jin Jiande, come here honestly and await the Lord's judgment. The Lord is compassionate and will not torment you."

At this moment, a large number of troops have arrived, and the three of them are now trapped like turtles in a jar.

The man in silver armor leaned against a tree, panting heavily, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.

Looking at the deep marks left on his hand, he closed his eyes, then opened them to meet the gaze of his companions hiding behind two other trees.

He nodded, and the three of them dashed out at the same time.

But just then, a cold voice rang out.

"Got you!"

With a resounding "boom," Taobao burst from the shadows, grabbing the silver-armored man's neck and slamming him to the ground.

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"Your Highness"

"Master, Master," the maidservant whispered softly.

"Hmm? Oh, beside the desk, King Qing put down the letter in his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"My Lord, it's late at night. The wind is strong and it's raining. It's cold outside. Perhaps you should return to your room and sleep."

King Qing nodded, picked up his teacup and casually said, "Well, well, I was so engrossed in looking that I dozed off. It's so late already. Guess I'm getting old."

As the teacup was just about to reach his lips, he frowned and set it down, saying:

It's getting cold.

The maid immediately said, "My Lord, it's not suitable to drink strong tea in the evening. I'll have them brew a pot of soothing Rehmannia glutinosa tea for you."

King Qing stood up, stretched lazily, and yawned.

No need

I went back to my room.

As he spoke, the maid carrying a lantern led King Qing out of the study. As they passed the corridor, he had a sudden thought and bypassed his second son's room.

After a casual glance, he turned and walked towards his daughter's courtyard.

Just halfway there, he stopped and, by the light of the lantern, looked at the wet footprints on the ground.

Footsteps led directly to his daughter's room door, and a candle inside was still burning.

After staring for a long time, King Qing finally turned around and muttered to himself:

"Hurry up, marry into the barbarian tribe, and everything will be settled."

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