: Purge the Rebellion

"Mr. Qin, the villain tells you something important!"

The old ghost was yelling at Qin Feng while resisting the attacks of more than a dozen personal soldiers.

The young general had long been attracted by the fighting sounds here.

His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the old ghost's ugly dodging posture. Although he was extremely clumsy, he had never even touched a corner of his clothes.

Obviously, this old man has a very profound way of avoiding his body.

This is a master!

Qin Feng silently defined the old ghost in his heart.

"Okay, stop!"

The young general walked to the fight and said.

The personal soldiers stopped fighting with the old ghost.

Just now, more than a dozen personal soldiers took action, but they didn't even hurt the unknown old man. They were ashamed and bowed their heads one after another.

Qin Feng turned a blind eye to these subordinates.

He walked to the old ghost and smiled and said, "You are Yang Laojiu, are you?"

"I remember you, you have a son named Yang Jun. What kind of head is now? I remember that I brought it up at that time."

The old ghost hurriedly bowed and made a flattered expression: "Sir, do you still remember the villain's father and son?"

Qin Feng said: "How could I forget your son's performance is so impressive?"

His shiny eyes looked straight at the old ghost: "You are also a cultivator. Have you been hiding your strength before?"

The old ghost felt a little "sudden" and thought it was not good, but his thoughts turned on and he still found a reason: "Since my son Yang Jun was discovered to have the talent for cultivation, when the villain took him out to play, he accidentally found that he actually had the talent for cultivation!"

"However, the villain has never dared to use it in front of everyone, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble."

"I found it by chance?"

Qin Feng sneered, obviously not believing the old ghost's words.

"Then why did you suddenly use it today?"

Qin Feng asked again.

"That's right, sir."

Lao Gui said: "We found that a large number of soldiers in our camp had lost their minds and killed each other."

"My son Yang Jun is taking his soldiers to quell the rebellion. Let me inform you to send reinforcements quickly!"

"Which thousand-man team are you from?"

Qin Feng asked immediately.

"Sir, the villain is from the Geng Qianmen."

The old ghost said.

Qin Feng turned around and asked a personal soldier standing aside: "Have the Geng Thousand People Team sent a messenger?"

“Not yet.”

Qin Feng stopped asking, his face became solemn.

Nine out of the ten thousand-person teams sent a messenger, but only the Geng-character team has not sent a messenger yet, which is already very telling.

He looked around and found that his combat power was less than seventy personal soldiers.

The young general turned his head and asked a little personal soldier leader who often conveyed messages and was familiar with each thousand-person team: "What are the thousand-person teams around the Geng-character Thousand People Team?"

"Sir, the Xin character Qianren and Ren character Qianren are closer to the Geng team."

The little boss replied.

"Immediately send two messengers to inform the Xin character Qianren Team and the Ren character Qianren Team, so that the commanders of these two teams can withdraw half of their troops and quickly support the Geng character Qianren Team!"

Qin Feng ordered.

He had heard the report from the Qianren Team of Xin and Qianren Team of Ren.

The soldiers of these two thousand-man teams have only one hundred-man team have lost their minds, so the two teams are not under much pressure.

Extract half of the troops and the remaining half of the troops can also suppress the civil strife of our team.

Then Qin Feng looked solemn and stood on the chair of the Grand Master, so that every personal soldier could see him.

He pulled out the sword that was long one and raised it towards the night sky: "Brothers, it's time!"

"This sergeant named Yang Laojiu just now brought news."

Qin Feng looked at the soldiers gathered around him seriously: "The Geng Qianmen team is in a serious condition now and we urgently need our support!"

"So we must rescue the brothers of Gengzi Camp as soon as possible!"

"After arriving at the camp of the Gengzi team, everyone will first rescue the soldiers who are still rational. If they encounter soldiers who cannot wake up immediately, they will tie them up."

"For the extremely serious, I have already killed red-eyed soldiers and have completely turned crazy soldiers. There is no need to show mercy and kill them on the spot!"

"I will not say more about other nonsense!"

The young general pointed his sword towards the direction of the Geng Qianmen Team: "Personal Team, set off!"

"mighty-!"

The personal soldiers answered in unison.

Qin Feng, with his personal soldiers of less than 70 people, walked towards the direction of the Gengzi Thousand People Team.

At this time, the camp of the Geng Qianmen Team was already in chaos.

Dozens of tents have been burned.

Under the fire, the screams of countless soldiers, the sound of metal collisions made by swords and guns, shouts and crying...

All kinds of horrifying sounds mixed together.

The whole scene was in chaos.

Qin Feng walked into the Gengzi Camp with his personal soldiers.

Under the light of the fire, I saw countless soldiers fighting, and each of them exuded a violent and crazy aura.

The young general's face became more and more serious.

"Yang Laojiu!"

Qin Feng suddenly said to the old ghost beside him.

"Here, sir!"

The old ghost was so scared that he was beaten up by the voice of the young general and quickly answered.

"Now I will divide the troops into two groups and advance into the camp from two directions, so that it will be more efficient."

"I will lead the other way."

He paused, glanced at the old ghost, and said, "You will lead the other route!"

"I?"

The old ghost pointed at his nose in surprise and asked with some doubt.

When Qin Feng asked him, the old ghost lied about the question of being a cultivator.

He had already clearly felt the young general and did not believe what he said.

At that time, the old ghost decided that if he found something wrong, he would find a chance to run away.

However, now the young general asked himself to lead his troops!

What kind of slutty operation is this?

He couldn't understand it any more.

"What do I do!"

Qin Feng glared at the old ghost: "Aren't you a cultivator?"

"I will order you to lead a team of personal soldiers to break into the camp from there, and as I said before departure, I will try to quell the rebellion as soon as possible without any harm to life!"

After saying that, Qin Feng sorted out Lao Gui’s military uniform: “You are as responsibilities as our general in this operation!”

"The chaos in the Gengzi team must be quickly put down, and the civil strife here cannot spread, otherwise the entire prisoner-of-war camp will be affected!"

"As the saying goes, 'Elderly generals will play, one will win two'."

His face changed, and he smiled and tied the top button on the old ghost: "Thank you, veteran this time!"

The old ghost has never been trusted like this, and even the Dark Night Lord is half-believing and half-doubting about him.

At this time, I saw Qin Feng's trusting gaze and personally tidying up his clothes.

The old ghost was moved, and he immediately stood in a military position: "Sir, don't worry, I will definitely not let your expectations down!"

"Okay," Qin Feng smiled and patted the old ghost on the shoulder: "I will believe you can do a good job!"

"Hurry up and act!"

The old ghost nodded solemnly, and took more than 30 personal soldiers assigned to him by Qin Feng and rushed to the same direction as the camp of the Geng Qianmen Team.

Qin Feng walked in the other direction with the remaining thirty personal soldiers.

The two practitioners led two teams, like two steel knives, to the depths of the camp.
Chapter completed!