A day later, Canghai went to Tianying City alone. He did not ask Sikong Haoxuan about his origin and name. He believed that they would meet again soon.

Although the dead camp is still the same, it exudes a solemn atmosphere in the dullness. The deepest feeling is the Blizzard soldiers two miles away from the dead camp. Although they are full of disdain for the dead camp, they are full of fear for the desperate people who are naked in winter.

"Beichen, return all the horses to the Blizzard Legion and take me to thank their battalion commander." Sikong Haoxuan got off the horse and walked into the camp.

Beichen was very dissatisfied when he heard that Sikong Haoxuan was going to return the horses again. "With your father's power, it is not easy to get hundreds of horses in the Blizzard camp next to him. Why do you need to pay it back? I will go out for training tomorrow and borrow it again!"

There are no idle people in the dead camp who have passed away, and everyone has their own tasks. The training of the dead camp is carried out late at night. At this time, except for the patrol soldiers, the entire camp seems deserted.

The ten-person patrol team stopped to salute him quietly as Sikong Haoxuan passed by. Sikong Haoxuan smiled and nodded to them. No one dared to make noise in the dead camp during the day because this was the rule set by the battalion commander, and soldiers resting in the camp should not be disturbed by any meaningless voice.

Sikong Haoxuan's exclusive tent, no one can come to disturb his tranquility without any major events. The corners of the tent were densely filled with insects.

"Okay, Bamo, you really make me have no appetite. Don't you know I'm going to have a meal? Tell me, what happened to make you run to southern Xinjiang for the second time?" Sikong Haoxuan's eyes swept across the pile of insects.

As the insects squirmed, a human body slowly became shaped. This process made Sikong Haoxuan frowned, "Master, the Elder Pavilion has had too frequent contact with Xueer during this period. Wuman also rumored that the atmosphere in the mansion was not right recently, and the old servant dared not make decisions privately, so he came to ask the owner about his meaning."

Sikong Haoxuan sat cross-legged on the white long-haired monster skin and smiled slightly, "It seems that Xue'er did not disappoint me. The Elder Pavilion is not giving up? You want to have a plan to beat Xue'er." Sikong Haoxuan's words became colder and colder. Bamo, who had a mysterious connection with his soul, dared not raise his head, and stood by him quietly with his hands hanging down.

Thinking of his grandfather and mother, Sikong Haoxuan sighed, "Bamo, secretly transfer Xueer and Wuman to Yongcheng, where is the royal family's fiefdom? Where should the Elder Pavilion have no power? How did Tar manage the brothel?"

"Tar does have a good job in running a brothel. He fulfilled his master's intentions perfectly. Now the brothel is the highest-standard brothel in the imperial capital. Oh, no, it seems more appropriate to call him Accord."

Seeing that Sikong Haoxuan did not interrupt, Bamo continued: "A few days ago, Tal had already implemented the membership card rules, excluding some nouveau riche and unscrupulous perverted nobles."

Sikong Haoxuan nodded, "Go back and tell Taal that brothels are a place for those noble men to listen to music, recite poems, splash ink, and talk about love. Those guys who just want to shoot cannons and get into the brains of sperm should never let them step into brothels. Nowadays, everything is more important than elegance. If you want to wear brothels, you have to pretend to be gentlemanly for me. If there is, prostitutes must let Taal keep a close eye on them, and it would be better to be insignificant than to be indiscriminate."

Bamo was drowsy and thinking about the meaning of "shooting a cannon" in his heart. Sikong Haoxuan glanced at him, "You go back, tell Tar that he will naturally understand."

At the camp of the border guards, Yas said to Sikong Wuwo with a embarrassed look: "Master, can this work? Let the commander of the army know that he must kill me."

Sikong Wuwo snorted coldly, "Yas, I will help you keep suppressing the smuggling of your arms. If this matter is revealed, will you be a death sentence?"

Looking at Yas with a very ugly face, Sikong Wuwo patted his shoulder, "Yas, now the third prince has arrived in southern Xinjiang, and his father has handed over the defense of the Sky Eagle to him and sit in the Watch City by himself. He wants you to suggest to the third prince that he is not asking you to give orders, even if his father is furious afterwards, he will not doubt your head."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Sikong Wuwo sent Yas out of the camp, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, "Fourth brother, don't blame me, I know the changes in the dead camp have to do with you. Since you have such ability, it will definitely be easy to perform the mission of attacking the enemy."

Since the beginning of winter, the Sakh Legion finally adapted to the climate of the grassland and began to watch in the bitter cold wind. The three places in Tianying City and Taiken Pass launched an attack at the same time. The six major dead camps that defended the three Taikens were seriously consumed.

Just when the war was intensified, an order was issued from the Sky Eagle City, ordering the Fifth Death Battalion to be penetrated from the edge of the Taiken Mountains and to curb the supply route of the enemy's Acropolis to the Third Legion of the Taiken Pass.

After the order was passed to the Death Camp, two Blizzard Cavalry battalions located two miles away from the Death Camp approached a mile to the Death Camp, which clearly had the meaning of expulsion and surveillance.

In Sikong Haoxuan's camp, the dwarf Deckney cursed: "These damn nobles, let's go to die."

Beichen frowned, and the human bones and Buddhist beads in his hand were rotating quickly, showing his irritability, "When interspersed by the Taiken Mountains? Even if it can be interspersed, how can we curb the enemy's supply line? On both sides of the Third Legion are offensive and guard, the second and fourth legions of the Sky Eagle. As long as they send a few battalions to attack, the more than 3,000 people of ours will be thrown into the territory of Sacre. Will we flee to the hinterland of the Sacre Empire?"

"Bald, do you think the First Legion of Sacher after the three legions is a decoration? Will we escape to Sacher's hinterland?" Deckney looked contemptuous.

Beichen ran away on the spot and grabbed Deckney's neck, "Damn it, don't call me a bald donkey, or I'll strangle you to death."

"Okay, I have to return to your own tent intimately." Sikong Haoxuan spoke when he was closed.

"Amitabha Buddha, sin, sin." Beichen stood aside in an instant, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were like a monk who had attained enlightenment.

Deckney stared at him with big eyes. He couldn't believe that the bald donkey in front of him was so talented.

Sikong Haoxuan said to Beichen: "Send an order that all soldiers will set sail in the afternoon and enter the Taiken Mountains after night."

"Battery Commander, we really want to cross the Taiken Mountains and go deeper into the enemy's rear?"

Sikong Haoxuan glared at the dwarf, "Intersper into the enemy's rear to die?"

"where……"

"I only said to enter the Taiken Mountains, did you say you would be interspersed behind the enemy?"

Beichen said cautiously: "Battery Commander, they will definitely send someone to monitor him. How will we explain in the future?"

Sikong Haoxuan rubbed his eyebrows, and he felt that he had no common words with these elm heads. "Explanation?! The Taiken Mountains are dense and high in the mountains. The people who monitored died in the forest. We were lost in the mountains."

Beichen and Deckney were stunned on the spot and muttered in their hearts, "Is this OK?"
Chapter completed!