Yang Zheng changed into Gaoyuan's clothes and wrapped his head tightly with a leather helmet. He plunged into the wind and the snow rain slapped towards him. The bitter cold wind could make others feel the bone-breathing, but in Yang Zheng, the flames of fighting were burning in his body, and even the bad weather could not make him retreat at all.

Chasing the baggage team in front, Yang Zheng fell to the end. The cold weather made no one want to speak, which saved Yang Zheng a big trouble.

Follow this silent team and go all the way to the garrison camp in the Great Rift Valley of Macedonia.

The door opened, and under the shouts of the garrison soldiers, Yang Zhengshen sneaked into the military camp without knowing it.

"This ghost weather is so fucking cold!" Several soldiers rushed out of the tent cursing, and shouted at the group of logistics soldiers: "Hurry up, damn, I have to go back to sleep."

The elite wolf-fang army stationed here are several ranks higher than the logistics soldiers, so they are merciless when they scold.

Although the logistics soldiers were angry, they did not dare to refute. They could only endure humiliation silently and speed up their movements, because they also wanted to transport the food and grass quickly and then go to rest. In this busy mood, Gao Yuan's disappearance did not attract the attention of the soldiers, and no one would doubt Yang Zheng's identity.

Along the way, Yang Zheng looked at the military camp with the corners of his eyes, remembering that every place where he could hide and the route that he could escape was possible.

This kind of observation ability has been developed in his long-term archaeological career, so soon he mastered the general distribution of the camp. All he needs to do now is to wait for the opportunity.

The food and grass were transported to the supplies camp, and what made Yang Zheng a little happy was that there were seven or eight barrels of fuel stored in the supplies camp. In such a cold season, fire was obviously indispensable, but Yang Zheng did not expect that so much fuel would be placed in such a obvious place. The camp officials here were definitely a fool.

The emergence of fuel gave Yang Zheng a more chance of successfully escaping.

While helping transport food and grass, he was already silently planning. After all the food and grass were unloaded into the baggage camp, it was already dark, and the wind and snow made the lights in the camp extremely weak. Yang Zheng had it all, right time and place.

After putting down the food and grass, a group of logistics soldiers were driven out of the baggage camp, where four ordinary wolf troops were guarding. They locked the camp gate and shouted that the logistics soldiers would go to some broken tents next to the stables overnight and rushed back to the Western Front Base Camp tomorrow morning.

Although they were extremely dissatisfied with such an arrangement, the logistics soldiers knew that the protest might be subject to more humiliation, so they could only curse quietly while walking towards the stables near the baggage camp.

After all the logistics soldiers entered the tent, Yang Zheng used the excuse of going to the toilet to touch the baggage camp.

It makes sense that Yang Zheng chose such a harsh weather. In the snow and dark environment, even if patrol soldiers were walking around the camp from time to time, he was 70% sure that no one would be discovered.

After approaching the stable, he found that there were only two soldiers there, and one soldier was still napping.

He lurked quickly, Yang Zheng covered the mouth of the soldier who was standing lazily from behind, and m9 slid across the soldier's neck at a lightning speed. The soldier shook and soon died of breath.

When it comes to assassination, Yang Zheng is definitely a good move, and the sleeping soldiers also meet Pluto in their sleep.

All this happened silently, and no one would notice that the guards of the stable camp were dead.

After Yang Zheng changed into the clothes of the stable guards, he walked into the horse railings, removed the horse railings one by one, and then secretly cut off the reins of the horses. After all this, he flashed out of the stable and walked towards the nearby baggage camp.

The four soldiers of the baggage battalion were divided into two groups, one outside and one inside, changing shifts several hours a day.

So when Yang Zheng walked to the front of the baggage camp, there were only two soldiers guarding outside. However, they were much more dedicated than the stable guards, and both of them stood upright.

Yang Zheng walked forward and happened to stand at the door where the lights could not be shining, and shouted: "Call command!"

Because the light was really bad, Yang Zheng was wearing a wolf army uniform, and it was difficult to tell the difference between the wolf army uniform and the elite wolf teeth uniform in the dark.

The two soldiers thought the commander had arrived and hurriedly said, "The Sea of ​​Blue Dreams."

Yang Zheng snorted coldly in his nose. It was supposed to be the second half of his intercom order, but he said, "You two come down and help me move things."

The Wolf Fang Army is Qiu Yuanshan's guards. He has a respectable position in the Western Front Camp and is very arrogant on weekdays. The two Wolf Army soldiers were not afraid of being deceitful, so they put down their spears and walked down together. Yang Zhengluo turned his head and walked two steps into the darkness. When the two soldiers walked to him, they found that the clothes on his body were not the Wolf Fang Army uniforms and were about to scold him.

Yang Zheng had already grabbed the heads of the two men and knocked hard. The two soldiers fainted on the ground without even snorting.

He quickly repaired two knives around their necks. Yang Zheng dragged the two bodies to the corner, covered the blood with snow, and untied the key from a soldier's waist.

He walked towards the door of the baggage camp with a steady face. He listened sideways on the door panel for a moment, and then heard a sound of snoring from inside.

He opened the door and pushed it in gently.

The two soldiers were still sleeping. After Yang Zheng killed a soldier close to the gate, he walked towards another soldier and shouted loudly: "The Sea of ​​Blue Dreams."

The soldier was trembling in his sleep. Before he could wake up, he stood up: "Cangyue Tianxia!"

Finally got the command, Yang Zheng's m9 in his hand kept rising, and the soldier fell softly to the ground.

In the baggage camp, tinder oil is placed on the left, armor is placed in the middle, weapons are placed on the right, and food is placed in the back warehouse.

Yang Zheng found a set of high-quality leather armor from the Wolf Tooth Army in his armor. After quickly replacing the Wolf Army leather armor on his body, he picked up a handy weapon, then placed all the turmeric oil at the door, closed the door, and walked out with a swagger.

After leaving the baggage camp, Yang Zheng walked along the way. He came in through the camp gate just now and had roughly grasped the situation in the camp, but there were still many unknown points.

So he took advantage of this time to observe it carefully, because any possible mistake could lead to a crushing defeat. With Yang Zheng's bold and cautious personality, it is impossible to blindly break out.

The night gave Yang Zheng the best cover, and he kept walking around the camp.

Soon, Yang Zheng walked to the center of the camp and found that the camp tents here were much larger, and there were more soldiers patrolling, and they were all elite Wolf-fanged soldiers.

As soon as Yang Zheng approached, a team of wolf-tooth patrol soldiers came over. When they saw Yang Zheng's wolf-tooth uniform, their faces slowed down, and their eyes were still on Yang Zheng. A soldier of the squad leader level said in a deep voice: "Sea of ​​Blue Dreams!"

"Cangyue World!" Yang Zheng quickly followed up.

The command matched, and the patrolmen were completely relieved. The patrol captain said casually: "What are you doing when you run out in such a cold day? Why don't you go back to the camp to sleep quickly? You will feel better when you change shifts later."

Yang Zhengen said, and walked inside.

"What are you doing there? That's the main military tent."

Yang Zheng was shocked and said in a hurry: "Oh, it's the sir who asked me to come over."

"Sir? Damn it, that guy?" The captain looked at the master's military tent with contempt and cursed in a low voice, but he didn't seem to care what Yang Zheng said, but waved his hand casually: "You go."

Yang Zheng was a little confused. The Langya Army was rigorous in its military management. No soldier dared to discuss the right and wrong of the superiors in private, let alone ridiculing his superiors in front of his hands. If the superiors heard it, they might be chopped down immediately.

Although he was suspicious, Yang Zheng kept walking towards the army tent quickly.

Near the army tent, there were fewer patrol soldiers. Moreover, in the current weather, Yang Zheng's visibility was only five meters away. There were two soldiers guarding the door of the army tent, and there should be patrols in the distance. However, Yang Zheng found many weapons along the way, but none of them were there.

The defense of the army tent was extremely poor.

Yang Zheng was a little confused. Who is the commander here? It is so unpopular and the soldiers dared to leave their posts without taking the commander seriously. This is so fucking strange.

Yang Zheng went around the back of the army tent, took out the m9, and carefully cut it in a small corner of the army tent. The leather used in the army tent was very tough, and the m9 sword that avoided Yang Zheng's m9 sword was extremely sharp. It took a lot of effort to cut a gap. He put his left eye into the small gap, looked in, and his whole body suddenly froze.

"It's this guy!" Yang Zheng gritted his teeth secretly.

It turned out that the so-called commander was Wilson. No wonder the Wolf Tooth Army was so disdainful to the "grass". Who was the Wolf Tooth Army? It was Qiu Yuanshan's personal guards. There were many people in it even had meager aristocratic bloodline. Wilson was just a prisoner from the death camp. In Lan Feng, a continent that pays great attention to class concepts, no wonder the Wolf Tooth soldiers were indignant.

Wilson slept very peacefully, and this guy probably never expected Yang Zheng to break into the depths of the camp.

In his concept, no matter how strong Yang Zheng is, he is just a stray dog ​​who fled everywhere. It is his blessing that he does not send troops to chase him, and he can still make a fortune.

Once a person feels good about himself, his vigilance will be greatly reduced.

Yang Zheng didn't want to cause trouble, but... he saw Wilson.

Sometimes people have to make some choices. Yang Zheng never thinks he is a sentimental person. On the contrary, he always thinks that he is cold-blooded and capable of it. But this does not mean that he has no feelings. At that moment, he remembered Meng Xun's honest smile and the figure of rushing towards the wolf-fang army without any revenge.

He remembered the scene where the soldier stabbed Meng Xun's head with an iron spear and laughed wildly.

Yang Zheng felt his eyes were slightly moist.

After weighing the trade-offs, he decided to act. The small slit was getting bigger and bigger under the blade of m9. Every time a distance was extended, Yang Zheng would take a careful look at the situation in the tent. Wilson obviously didn't expect that a sword of death had approached him, and he was still sleeping soundly.

Wilson was dreaming at this moment, he dreamed that Yang Zheng was lying at his feet like a dead dog...

He also dreamed of the beautiful Princess Mo Bingyun, who was held in his arms, watched him step on Yang Zheng and cut off his flesh little by little with his sword.

Wilson laughed proudly, life was so proud, but that was it.

As he smiled, he felt as if he was breathless. The picture in front of him became more and more blurred... His eyes blurred, and he saw a face that he could only see in his dream, but it was definitely not the third princess, but Yang Zheng's grim face.

This huge contrast check made Wilson faint, but a strong sense of fear tightly grabbed his heart.

And the feeling of stuffiness in his throat turned his whole face into purple. Yang Zheng raised his m9 and said coldly: "I'll let go of my hand. If you dare to shout, I will send a knife from you into your head."

Wilson's eyes flashed before him, and the tip of m9's sword had reached 0.01 cm of his remaining left eyeball.

The smell of blood on the blade is as pungent as a slurry.

Then Yang Zheng let go of his hand, Wilson's chest rose and fell violently, and a rapid breathing sound similar to a tetanus patient was heard in the trachea.

He didn't dare to shout, he had already experienced Yang Zheng's cruelty.

And he also found his situation and his whole body was tied up.

He just stepped on Yang Zheng in his dream, but the cruel reality told him who is the real winner.

"How did you... come in?" Wilson gasped and made a hoarse voice.

This is the camp owner's military tent, he is sure, but... how could Yang Zheng appear here? If it weren't for the air conditioning emitted by the sharpness of the dagger that made him shudder, he would never believe the facts in front of him.

Yang Zheng said in a grim voice: "You hung up Meng Xun's head, don't you just want to attract me? Now I'm here!"

After saying this, Yang Zheng suddenly covered Wilson's mouth, and with a stroke of the fish intestine, Wilson's whole body shook violently, and his right ear had already flew out.

"Anyone who offends me will make him worse than death! I will cut off your flesh little by little, and shed every drop of blood..." Yang Zheng's voice became emotionless. He looked at Wilson as if he was a pile of dead objects. The fish intestines were cut again, and Wilson's left ear had already flew to the ground.

"Woo...woo..." Wilson struggled desperately, his eyes blinking hard.

"It seems you have something to say to me." Yang Zheng said lightly, not surprised at all.

Wilson nodded desperately.

Yang Zheng let go of his hand. He was not afraid of Wilson's shouting because he knew this person too well.

"Yang Zheng, all this was Dekun asked me to do. It had nothing to do with me. I was forced." Wilson grinned in pain, but did not dare to shout it out.

"Are you just going to tell me this..." Yang Zheng put the fish intestines on Wilson's neck and rubbed slowly. The feeling of being so close to death would definitely make a person collapse.

Sure enough, Wilson's eyes became more and more panicked as the fish intestines rubbed. He hurriedly said, "I have something more important. Hongshi and Liu Ruofei were caught and locked up."
To be continued...