Completely different from Beiliang and Liaodong where the war was fierce, Pinghan Road had never been attacked since the chaos.

The Pinghan Road was unusually peaceful, without smoke or war, as if it was beyond the entire northern defense line.

Regarding this phenomenon, Chang Jing'an, the eldest son of Chang who stayed behind in Pinghan Road, felt uneasy and always felt that Yan Bing would not sit back and watch Pinghan Road ignore it.

So he kept sending his scouts out to investigate the military situation and monitor the movements of soldiers and horses in the East Courtyard, but there was nothing unusual.

Occasionally, a few of the rangers from Dongting would approach outside the Pinghan Pass, but they would wander around and then retreat quietly. They would not engage in combat with the scouts from Pinghan Road, but would immediately run away.

He made it clear that he did not want any friction with the Chang family's border troops.

It was not until September now that the news of Mu Yun Canglan's personal expedition to Beiliang came out, and the Chang family was finally relieved.

It turns out that the Yan State was at odds with the Liang Army, which was right. After all, Mu Yun Canglan and Chen Yue had a son-killing feud.

As a result, many side riders on Pinghan Road were gradually transferred to the front line of Jiaodong Road to reinforce the frontline fighting.

The Chang family is preparing to launch a large-scale attack on Duguxin on Haiyun Road in the crisp autumn season, and is currently accumulating troops.

The war is coming~

…

Outside Pinghan Daoguan, Wuman Mountain

"Da~da~da~"

A group of cavalrymen wearing light blue military uniforms were slowly shuttled through the mountains and forests. This was a typical Chang family frontier army uniform.

A group of twenty or thirty people glanced around casually, with scimitars and crossbows clattering on their horses. At a glance, they knew they were scouts out on patrol.

Scouts like this have been roaming the entire border for many years.

This Wumeng Mountain is fifty or sixty miles away from the border of Hanzhou. It is considered a long journey for these scouts to go all the way here.

After all, most of this area is mountainous and not that easy to walk.

The sun has set, the sky is gradually getting dark, and the cavalry seem to be a little tired.

A soldier said to the man in the middle of the crowd: "Boss, it's getting late. Why don't you rest today?"

Anyway, we have to stay for five or six days this time, so we are not in a hurry to finish searching Wuman Mountain."

"That's right, my brothers have been gone for a day, and my stomach is growling with hunger.

Alas~"

"Xu~"

The leader, the bearded man with a long face, tightened the reins, looked left and right for a while, nodded and said:

"Okay, let's stop here today and rest where we are!

Look at each of you, cheer up!"

"promise!"

"Oh! Take a rest! I'm so exhausted!"

"Hahaha, hurry up and take a bite, I'm starving to death."

There was a hint of joy on the faces of the soldiers, as they could finally rest after wandering around for a day.

Everyone tied up their horses one by one, took out some dry food and water from their bags, and started munching on it.

"Old Wangtou, throw the water bag to me, there is no water."

"Okay, then, stop talking!"

"Whoever has something to eat, give me some!"

"Here, I have it!"

Dozens of people were shouting and screaming, and it was quite lively.

As night gradually fell, they also lit two bonfires in the open space.

Originally, the scouts were not supposed to use open fires when they stayed out overnight, but the scouts who had been out for more than half a year had not found Yan Jun, so everyone didn't care so much.

Everyone knows that the Yan army has gone to fight Beiliang and has no time to come outside the Pinghan Pass.

"Stab, stab, stab~"

The flames flickered little by little in the night, driving away some ferocious animals and various mosquitoes in the jungle.

As time passed, the soldiers who had worked hard all day fell asleep one by one. Only the three or five people who were on duty at night scattered and guarded the surroundings of the camp.

Maybe it was because they hadn't encountered the Yan army for too long, and the few scouts who were keeping watch at night were also a little slack. After patrolling for a few times with their eyes wide open, they started to take a nap with their chins in their hands.

"Stab, stab, stab~"

The night was silent, with only the sound of flames in the jungle.

A young soldier was guarding under the tree trunk, his head moving slowly, and a little crystal saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, sleeping soundly.

The sleeping soldiers would sometimes grin, as if they had had a sweet dream.

"Rustling, rustling~"

Suddenly, a very slight sound came into his ears. He, who had been dozing just now, suddenly raised his head and looked with sharp eyes into the depths of the pitch-black jungle.

After all, they are border troops who travel outside the customs all year round and are very vigilant.

"Rustling, rustling~"

The young soldier looked into the darkness with a cold face and walked in step by step, his palm already resting on the handle of the knife at his waist.

Although it was most likely a variety of animals, he still wanted to check it out.

After walking more than ten steps inside, he still found nothing unusual. The young soldier secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put away his sword and walked back.

But the moment he turned back, he felt a chill on his neck, as if something was resting on his neck.

The young soldier's eyes suddenly bulged, and he saw a human face appearing strangely in his field of vision.

Before he could even scream, the scimitar slashed across his neck.

"laugh!"

Blood spurted out violently, and the body was supported by the black shadow and fell softly to the ground.

A group of dark faces emerged from the darkness, with hawk-like eyes like ghosts.

They walked towards the campsite of the Chang family's border troops step by step with a grin on their faces, and everything happened quietly.

The butcher's knife has been raised.

"Chichi!"

"Chichi!"

"Who are you! You~"

"There is an enemy! Meet the enemy!"

"laugh!"

One after another, the scimitars were swiped at the throats of the Chang family's frontier soldiers. These sudden black figures brandished the swords with one hand and covered the soldiers' mouths with the other, killing seven or eight people in a row without any effort.

The Chang family's border troops were finally awakened from their sleep, and several soldiers roared angrily, but before they could draw their swords, the black figures stopped holding back and began to kill them.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"Ahhhh~"

"It's Yan Jun! Kill!"

"Chi chi chi~"

"Ahhhh~"

Screams continued to echo in the woods. There were many black figures, dozens of them in total. In the blink of an eye, the Chang family's frontier troops were killed, and not many of them were left.

At the end of the beating, only the bearded commander was left alive. A big foot stepped hard on his chest, and blood flowed from his mouth.

"Don't move! If you move again, you will die!"

A scimitar was pressed against his throat with gleaming cold light.

The bearded man with a long face finally stopped struggling, stared at these people fiercely, and asked sternly:

"Yan Bing?"

"Smart, you guessed it right~"

The Yan soldier holding a scimitar smiled slightly.

"Pooh!"

The bearded man spat disdainfully:

"It's unlucky for me to fall into your hands. Just kill me!"

After all, the Chang family's border troops had been fighting with these Beijin people for many years. The two sides had a bloody feud, and they knew that if they fell into the hands of the other side, they would definitely die.

Yan Bing raised the corner of his mouth and picked him up:
Chapter completed!