The Most Powerful Young Man

The wind is sluggish and easy to be cold.

Eight hundred silent camps are like a rainbow.

This is the Silent Camp. They can’t say that they are victorious in all battles, but have you ever seen them take a step back? For the soldiers of the Silent Camp, there are only two results for their fate, either returning triumphantly or dying in battle. Other than that, there is no third kind.

This is the Silent Camp, and the banner of the Silent Camp is dyed red with blood.

There are still 7,000 people in the imperial city.

This battle was also an adventure for the imperial city.

If the imperial city really loses, it will be defeated like a mountain and completely declare the end of the war.

But even if they win, there is not much advantage for them, and they can't even talk about regaining a city, but can only say that it can give them a short breath.

Think about it carefully, this battle is really not a good thing for the soldiers on the side of the imperial city. Even if they have really won, the silent camp has completely wiped out their aura.

When did they think that Silent Camp has so few people, to what extent can they fight them?

Is that still a human?

Are they really not afraid of death?

In fact, the soldiers of the Silent Camp were really afraid of death, but they had to go to death because they had nowhere to go.

After all, Meng Kaiqiang was a bandit before. Even though he has been tempered and forged too much now, there is still a bandit in his bones.

For a bandit like Meng Kaiqiang, death is nothing, anyway, he never thought that he could have a good death, and in his bandit world, at this stage, he is afraid that death is meaningless. He had thought before that if he was going to die, it would be better to die earlier, when he could still hold the knife, so that even if he really was going to die, he could at least pull a few backs. Yes, thinking about it this way, it seems that death is not so terrible. By the way, he also instilled his own thoughts into the minds of the eight hundred ordinary soldiers in the Silent Camp.

Looking from a distance, those people in the imperial city felt a little complicated.

They looked at the mighty eight hundred people, and their hearts were extremely bitter.

If you change yourself, can you still have this kind of momentum now? They couldn't help asking themselves. In the entire Beilu, I am afraid that only the Silent Camp can do it. There are 800 people, and there are 8,000 people abruptly.

Holding a long knife in his hand, Meng Kaiqiang walked in the forefront.

He didn't know where his horse died long ago, but these are no longer important to him.

The light cavalry in the Silent Battalion has now become infantry.

What about this? Could it be that they can only fight right away?

After getting off the horse, aren't they silent camp?

After all, there is no such reason.

How many people have these eight hundred silent battalions ever rejected?

If it weren't for being rejected, how could they have arrived in Yangcheng and was collected by Xiao Yao?

But now, who would dare to look down upon them?

These people, after all, spilled blood on their heads.

With blood, tell them how strong they are!

Standing on the commanding heights, looking at the thousands of people under the rock, Meng Kai gave a strong laugh and let out a long sigh of relief.

He raised the long knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was shining with cold light.

"Silent camp, invincible war!"

"Silent Camp! Invincible War!"

"kill!"

Puffs of dust were rolled up.

Eight hundred silent camps, from top to bottom, rush like a tide.

Those thousands of imperial soldiers finally moved, although they felt that they couldn't hold the knife anymore, they still killed them after all.

Eight hundred people collided with seven thousand people, and they broke through lines of defense.

Soon, the formation of the seven thousand people was completely broken up.

However, before they recovered, the hundreds of silent campers rushed back again.

If he could really escape, Meng Kaiqiang would already leave this place with the hundreds of people under his hands, but he knew that they couldn't run away at all in their current state.

If this is the case, don't run away, kill one without losing, kill two to make a steady profit, kill three, and the profit is overturned!

Not only Meng Kaiqiang thought so, but also the minds of the hundreds of soldiers who remained in the Silent Camp.

A battle was fought for half an hour.

Finally, the blood flowed into a river.

At a glance, the entire avenue was soaked with blood.

Three points into the soil.

Behind Meng Kaiqiang, there were five or six people, and they were already unsteady.

There were about four thousand soldiers in the imperial city.

Eight hundred people abruptly defeated more than 3,000 opponents.

For Meng Kaiqiang, the battle of the trapped beasts seemed to have won.

Suddenly, he turned around and walked up the hillside.

The remaining few people seemed to know what Meng Kaiqiang wanted to do at this time. They all stood quietly and watched Meng Kaiqiang walk step by step.

Those four thousand people didn't even start a charge at this time. In fact, they were also very curious about what Meng Kaiqiang wanted to do at this time.

Finally, Meng Kai made his way to the top of the mountain.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the fallen flag on the ground, and shook it.

The bright red flag flutters in the wind.

Everyone's eyes fell on the banner with the words Silent Camp written on it.

Finally, Meng Kaiqiang fell down. Both his knees were on the ground, but his hands were holding the flag, and he slammed into the soil and stood on the top of the mountain.

He looked at Yang Cheng's direction, and his chapped lips were soaked with blood.

Then, with a slight smile, I closed my eyes...

"Silent Camp!"

"War invincible!"

The remaining few silent battalion soldiers roared and killed the four thousand people again.

A handful of spears traversed through their bodies.

Finally fell.

The soldiers in the imperial city were also relieved.

One of the generals looked younger and didn't have much abilities, but he had a good dad. He jumped off his horseback. He had always been hiding in the back during the previous wars.

Seeing that the crisis was completely resolved, he was completely relieved.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at the top of the mountain, and said angrily: "Go, pull down the banner!"

Four thousand soldiers did not move.

"Can you not hear me when I speak!?"

Still no one cares about him.

There was no way, he had to walk towards the hillside alone.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he was already out of breath.

He kicked Meng Kaiqiang's corpse away, and then held the flagpole with both hands and tried his best to pull the flag from the soil.

"Someone, help!"

No one answered him.

After a stalemate for a while, the young general's face was completely lost, and he walked down.

The one who can pull up the banner from the top of the hill is reluctant to go.

Those who are willing to go do not have that ability.

The banner with the word Silent Camp stood on the top of the mountain for a long time.

Looking at the banner, the soldiers of the imperial city felt very sad.

Although they were the final victor in this battle, after this battle, the soldiers knew in their hearts that the final victor in the battle between Yangcheng Imperial City must be Wu Wutong.

Silent Camp, it's really terrible...

The banner of the Silent Camp was not only inserted into the slope, but also inserted into their hearts.

That flag is still flying...

At the same time, the battle of Yuqiongshan is about to come to an end.

In the charge between Xiao Yao and the bronze terracotta warriors and horses, Li Xiongshan and others had already rushed out.

For Li Xiongshan, it is already very good to be able to rush out with someone, but Xiao Yao's idea is obviously not like this.

At first, his thoughts were simple. Like Li Xiongshan, he felt that as long as he and others could rush out, he would have completed the task. But after beheading him two five-level masters one after another, he suddenly felt that he would leave like this. It doesn't seem to be very cost-effective.

Therefore, Xiao Yao suddenly felt that he could completely kill all these people.

If Xiao Yao proposed such an idea before that, he would definitely be opposed by Li Xiongshan. In his opinion, it would be very good to be able to escape from Yuqiong Mountain.

But now is different. Now that the blood stands, everyone's eyes have become red. In their opinion, even if these people are really killed, it would be no big deal.

So they once again followed Xiao Yao and launched a charge.

The last five-fold master, when faced with a four-fold master like Xiao Yao, did not take the slightest advantage, and was even crushed and beaten. At this time, the five-fold master can be regarded as the two colleagues who understood him before. , How did he die?

Is this guy still a human?

Why is he so strong?

If at the beginning, he was still very dissatisfied with Xiao Yao's ranking of the top ten masters, and full of doubts, now he is completely convinced.

Fortunately, Jiang Guofu's army is also bloody, even though the scale of victory has turned towards Li Xiongshan and the others, they still haven't seen any deserters.

When the battle came to an end, Xiao Yao and Liu Chengfeng also saw each other again.

Three days later, the two also received information from Beilu.

Meng Kaiqiang is dead.

This news immediately dealt a heavy blow to Xiao Yao. There was a murderous look in his eyes.

"How could this be? Isn't it just a trivial matter at the North Gate Pass? Why would Meng Kaiqiang still die?" Xiao Yao looked really angry, and even shivered with anger.

Liu Chengfeng said bitterly: "Ambush soldiers were also deployed around the North Gate Pass. This is an invitation to enter the urn."

Xiao Yao clenched his fists, his forehead blue veins jumping wildly.

Liu Chengfeng continued: "Brother Xiao, in fact, war will kill people, but in the past, people you didn't know were the ones who died."

These words of Liu Chengfeng also calmed Xiao Yao completely.

"Brother Xiao, do we still have to reply?"

"Back!" Xiao Yao said.

Liu Chengfeng picked up the paper and pen, raised his head and looked at Xiao Yao, waiting for Xiao Yao to continue speaking.

"The Beilu monument has 200,000 yuan, and Wu Wutong and I are both left behind."