The cool night wind is mixed with the smell of blood, and frogs croaking in the quiet night sky, and the melodious sounds seem to have traveled through time and space, bringing Lin Chuan's thoughts back to his distant hometown.

Lin Chuan rubbed his temples and shook his head. He had been under too much pressure these days. He struggled on the line of life and death every day, which made him hallucinate.

Grasping the cold war knife leaning on the trunk of the tree, Lin Chuan stood up and walked lightly out of the woods. The battle boots stepped on the dead leaves made a crisp sound, which was particularly abrupt.

The Xingtu soldiers leaned against the tree trunk and slept in their arms. They breathed smoothly and enjoyed a rare rest. Seeing their bloody armor and exposed wounds, Lin Chuan couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

On the edge of the woods, a few sentries were hiding on them in strange postures. They were all selected elite soldiers with good vision at night and could detect abnormal movements from a distance.

"Sir, why are you not resting?" Sith flashed out from behind the bushes with his sword in his arms, and he was in charge of the post tonight.

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Didn't you have no rest?"

Sith shook his head helplessly: "Sir, you know, I'm in charge of the post tonight."

Lin Chuan walked to a stone and sat down: "If you don't mind, chat with me."

"The following identities or friends?"

"What do you think?"

"Okay," Sith shrugged and stepped across from Lin Chuan to sit down.

Lin Chuan borrowed the wine pot from his waist and threw it to the Sith: "Drink a little to drive away the cold."

"Hmm? Brandy?" Sith smelled it, raised his head and took a sip, and said, "I haven't drunk such a good wine for a long time." His face was full of nostalgia.

"It was raided from the noble family of Teres, and it tasted pretty good." Lin Chuan took the wine pot that the Sith threw over, and raised his head and took a sip. The mellow wine flowed down his throat, making Lin Chuan moan happily.

"I heard you recognized Yun Ling'er as your sister?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"She looks very similar to my dead sister, weird." Sith paused and continued, "But she is very well-behaved and sensible, and I like her very much."

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"Of course," Sith grabbed the sword beside her, "If anyone bullies my sister, I will cut his head." Sith's tone exuded a murderous intent.

Perhaps only when talking about Yun Ling'er Xis can he have such a warm side. Most of the time, Xis has a cold expression, like a thousand-year-old ice. People who are slightly closer can feel the biting cold.

Lin Chuan raised his head and said earnestly: "Brother, let him go over the past. Keeping it in his heart is a burden."

"Thank you for your kindness, good brother, but if I don't kill my enemies, I can't sleep or eat."

"So many of us brothers will help you." Lin Chuan held Sith's hand and said seriously.

"I believe in you, brother." Among the Xing Tujun, everyone has tragic stories and their own hatred, so they are even more united.

"Sir, there is something wrong." The voice of the sentry hiding on the trunk interrupted Lin Chuan and Sith's conversation.

They grabbed the sword vigilantly and walked to the edge of the woods and looked out.

The Dynasty army checkpoint not far away was bright under the torches, and their patrol team patrolled routinely without any change.

In the darkness in front of the checkpoint, a slight rustling sound came, and I couldn't tell it if I didn't listen carefully. It was the sound of footsteps of many people, and they were heading towards the checkpoint at this moment.

"It seems that some people want to pass through the defense line of the Dynasty army at night." Lin Chuan analyzed.

Sith guessed: "Is it Commander Lin and the others?"

Lin Chuan shook his head: "It shouldn't be, their footsteps are messy and they shouldn't have received much training."

Lin Chuan patted Sith on the shoulder: "Go and wake up your brothers. No matter who wants to attack the defense line of the Dynasty army, we can take the opportunity to rush over."

"Remember, don't make too much noise," Lin Chuan added.

The Sith nodded, hugged and entered the woods, and called the sleeping Xingtu soldiers.

Lin Chuan stared at the darkness and filtered his brain: Could it be the refugee uprising army?

The refugee uprising army was an uprising army organized by those who could not survive. Compared with the strong combat power and strict organization of the Xingtu army, they were more like a group of mobs. They often ended in failure when facing the dynasty army's conquests and suppression, but the rebel army was like wildfires, and they were always dead and immortal, and suddenly broke out from time to time to capture the dynasty cities.

Soon, hundreds of Xingtu soldiers were fully armed and waiting in the woods, waiting for Lin Chuan's orders.

Changes have been heard in the darkness for a while.

A whistling sounded, and countless sharp arrows in the dark poured down towards the defense line of the Dynasty army.

The dynasty soldiers standing next to the torch became the priority targets. The shrilling howls seemed like the lead to detonating the explosive barrel. Countless dynasty soldiers fell to the ground in their chests, and some were directly loaded from the whistle tower...

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" A shrill roar rang out in the dynasty military camp, and the roar was filled with fear and despair.

Many soldiers of the dynasty ran out of the camp in panic, but the next moment, the arrows falling from the sky had shot through his head, and the arrows as thick as fingers penetrated most of his body. Soon the soldiers of the dynasty who fell to the ground turned into hedgehogs.

The torches inserted on the wall were finally shot to the ground by countless arrows. The torches that fell on the camp quickly ignited a raging fire. Pili's fear of sound was like a death-seeking note.

A dynasty soldier who could not bear the pressure roared out of the hidden place, but soon the sharp arrow made him plunge into a pool of blood, making a screaming moan, and soon the moan disappeared. The body had turned into a sieve, with only the arrow shaft still shaking.

"They have a lot of archers..." Mu Xue looked at the dynasty military camp in the distance that was covered with arrows and turned into a Shura hell-like dynasty, and his back felt a little cold.

"Huhe! Huhe!" Countless black shadows surged from the darkness to the dynasty military camp, and a deafening roar broke out.

"Quick! Quick!" After experiencing the coverage of arrows in the dynasty military camp, the remaining dynasty soldiers survived. At this moment, they rushed to the front of the defense line with a shrill roar, trying to re-arrange the defense line.

A few miles away, a long torch dragon was particularly conspicuous in the darkness. It was moving quickly towards the battlefield here. It was the reinforcement of the dynasty army in another camp.

"Brothers, follow me and whether I can break through the blockade of the Dynasty army depends on tonight!" Lin Chuan pulled out the sword at his waist and shouted loudly.

In the Royal Army camp, the surging rebels had already collided with the Royal Army. The sound of a sword stabbing into the human body was so much worthwhile at this moment.

In the darkness, dense footsteps rushed towards the dynasty military camp. The hundreds of Xingtu soldiers led by Lin Chuan all looked serene and held the weapons in their hands tightly.

A dynasty soldier appeared in Lin Chuan's vision. His red battle robe was like a ball of burning flames, pounced towards Lin Chuan, and the scorching breath made Lin Chuan's breathing worse.
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