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It must be said that Lang Kun was definitely a genius in military tactics. With 50,000 sergeants and 120,000 prisoners, he was able to withstand the fierce attack of more than 300,000 monsters.
Lang Kun's army stood tall amid the waves of monsters and savages. No matter how turbulent these monsters and savages surged, they remained as motionless as giant mountains and boulders.
The Nanshan Dao monks were of little use at this time. After all, in front of the two armies, the fierce blood and Yang Gang energy was soaring into the sky, and the monks who could not use any magic skills were not even a match for ordinary soldiers.
Finally, seeing that they would not be able to take advantage for a while, the more than 300,000 monster beasts and savages split up and planned to bypass Lang Kun's camp.
The speed of movement of the monster beasts is far beyond that of human sergeants, so this group of monster beasts will inevitably pursue Da Ao's 100,000-strong army, while the other group will head west, and as expected will be evacuating with other countries.
The 80,000 reinforcements collided with each other. On the last road, they were still confronting Lang Kun's army, waiting for an opportunity to swallow Lang Kun's hard-to-swallow bone.
Bubbles have begun to pop up, and a huge vortex has gradually begun to form. When this vortex begins to spin, the entire world will be dragged into it. There will be no survivors, and no one can stay out of the world! This is Hong Xizhao's
Strategy, either die together or live together. In short, Shang State will not let others watch the fun leisurely.
Lang Kun, in his forties, has a clear face without a trace of murderous aura, and his skin is very well maintained, without a trace of dusty color. He has sharp eyebrows and clear edges. He must have been a handsome man when he was young.
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Lang Kun was completely different from Shentu Mo, even the opposite. He was of medium build, tepid in appearance, with three neatly trimmed long beards under his chin, and a calm demeanor. In addition, he was not wearing a military uniform at this time, but a
With the loose brown robe draped around his body, those who don't know his background would definitely mistake him for a well-written Confucian master.
Lang Kun's residence was extremely luxurious. The floor was covered with fine soft sheepskins, which was warm and comfortable. The tents were surrounded by gorgeous brocades. Even though it was spring, the weather was still a bit cold, so incense charcoal was burning in the tents, and the smoke was curling up.
With bursts of fragrance permeating the entire tent, it makes people feel intoxicated.
There is a table in the tent, on which are placed grapes, honeydew melons and other rare fruits from thousands of miles away.
At this time, Lang Kun was leaning on the cushions behind him in a comfortable posture. Next to him, a beautiful maid wearing a gauze veil with two bright red spots pinched a grape and carefully peeled it off with her delicate white and delicate hands.
The grape skin was peeled off and the core was removed, and he was gently pinched and put into Lang Kun's mouth.
Lang Kun, on the other hand, frowned slightly and looked at the march map spread out on the table, looking thoughtful.
According to Shang law, women are absolutely not allowed in the military camp, but for a powerful figure like Lang Kun who guards the border and is like a local emperor, this military rule has no binding force on him.
At this time, someone outside the tent reported: "The general has a pioneer officer who brings General Shen's secret letter to ask for an audience."
Lang Kun was stunned for a moment, then he thought carefully and said, "Tell him to go to my tent and wait."
Yuan Fei was led into a large tent by a sergeant. Although this tent was not as luxurious as the tent where Lang Kun lived, it had an aura of wealth and wealth everywhere, which made Yuan Fei frown slightly and feel uncomfortable.
Yuan Feiku waited for half an hour before the sound of footsteps came from outside the tent. Yuan Fei's ears moved and he could tell from the steady footsteps that it was General Lang Kun.
Before coming here, Shentu Mo once mentioned to him that Lang Kun was also a top master, and his martial arts skills were on par with him.
As soon as the curtain opened, Lang Kun, dressed in casual clothes with a wide robe and large sleeves, walked in slowly.
A faint fragrance came over, Yuan Fei twitched his nose slightly, and the subtle fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose, entangled in his mind, which made him even more surprised.
"A woman's scent?"
Lang Kun ignored Yuan Fei, walked straight to the big chair in the tent and sat down, picked up the tea brought by the sergeant, opened the lid and blew it slightly, then narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yuan Fei.
At this time, Yuan Fei's figure was tall and straight, and his eyes became extremely sharp during this period of fighting and fighting on the battlefield. His enamel black armor set off his extraordinary prowess.
Lang Kun nodded slightly, but did not ask for the secret message but said slowly: "How is General Shen? I haven't heard from him for several days."
Yuan Fei bowed and said: "General Shen has died fighting hard!"
Lang Kun was startled, and the teacup in his hand suddenly exploded. He stood up suddenly, his eyes flashed with blazing light, and suppressed the flames in the tent. Lang Kun's long robe and long sleeves swelled, and a momentum suddenly came from Lang Kun.
Kun's body swayed, and the whole tent was like a hurricane, and the papers on the table flew everywhere.
"Shentu Mo is dead? How is that possible? Have you seen the body with your own eyes?" Lang Kun's words were a bit sharp.
Yuan Fei said without changing his face under Lang Kun's huge pressure: "I personally experienced General Shen's deadly battle."
The light in Lang Kun's eyes flickered for a few times and then swallowed up. The strong wind stopped. He slowly sat down and regained his original expression, frowning and saying: "Shentu Mo is a top expert, how could he be killed so easily? I'll give you the details!"
Yuan Fei then told Shentu Mo one by one how he was poisoned by the wizard, was attacked by Nanshan Road, and was besieged by a group of beasts and savages, and finally used the technique of burning the shell to destroy the body. He also told the story of how they arrived later.
Basically the same thing has not changed, except that the matter of the black mud purple gold Lihuo Banner on Nanshan Road was mentioned, and it was explained that Shentu Mo finally blew it up with a punch. Shen Tumo burned all his flesh and died, and his consciousness was destroyed.
Lang Kun sat motionless on the chair, his expression flashing several times. After Yuan Fei finished speaking for a long time, Lang Kun sighed and shook his head slightly: "Shentu Mo and I have been friends for more than 40 years. We have been neighbors since birth.
I never thought he would end up like this after being beaten since childhood! It’s a shame!”
After finishing speaking, Lang Kun said: "Where is the secret message?"
Yuan Fei took out a piece of rag from his arms, and on it was the secret letter written by Shen Tumo.
After Shentu Mo finished writing this secret letter, he gave it to Yuan Fei. Yuan Fei read it several times to make sure that Shen Tumo did not do anything between the lines, and then he gave it to Lang Kun for review.
The ancients said that you must not have the intention to harm others, but you must have the intention to let others go. After Yuan Fei experienced what happened to the bandit lord Ge Hong, it was difficult for him to trust anyone again.
There was not much in the letter. It briefly introduced the unfortunate pre-sale of Nanshan Taoist Demons, gave Lang Kun some ideas, and finally briefly mentioned Yuan Fei, hoping that Lang Kun would take care of him.
Just a word.
But if Shentu Mo was really disgusting and did some tricks between the lines and sent Lang Kun a secret letter asking for help, then he, Yuan Fei, would not even know how he died.
Lang Kun looked carefully at the text and words above and found that they were indeed written by Shen Tumo. There was more and more sadness in his expression. Then he shook his head, sighed, stood up and said to Yuan Fei: "Go down, the Wolf Blade Camp will be reorganized tomorrow, and the manpower will be at your disposal."
Pick.”
Yuan Fei bowed and exited the tent.
Shentu Mo's voice came from his consciousness: "What do you think of Lang Kun?"
Yuan Fei's spiritual consciousness replied: "You can't tell with just one look."
"Hey hey hey, don't be fooled by his performance just now. Lang Kun has a wolf-like temperament. This general and him have indeed been neighbors since childhood, but the most important thing is the last sentence. This general and him have been fighting since childhood.
, this general has snatched his woman, and he has also snatched my general's woman. This general has beaten him so hard that his face is covered in bruises. He has also beaten this general so hard that his teeth have become loose. Although we have no blood feud, we are by no means friends. Although he
I gave you the honor of being a battalion commander, and I didn’t take in your more than eighty dogs. I also let you choose the people to reorganize the Wolf Blade Battalion. All of this is because this general is a dead man, and the previous paragraph
Time, I just sold him a huge favor to prevent him from annihilating his entire army. If he knew that my general’s consciousness was still there and was hidden in your banner, I wouldn’t know it either.
He will do something, so the wisest thing is to never let him know about the existence of this general."
Yuan Fei frowned slightly but did not reply to Shentu Mo. He had a vague feeling that there seemed to be something not simple about this, especially between Shen Tumo and Lang Kun. There seemed to be something that puzzled him. This was just an intuition. Yuan Fei frowned slightly but did not reply.
Fei couldn't find the reason, so he chose to remain silent.dd