The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 339: Fighting in the Forest
The endless pine forest was dim in the dusk, and the long strings of icicles were as sharp as cow horns, and you would get scratched if you were not careful.

"Crack", Mo Xiaobei shuttled through the stiff snow. Wearing Yan armor, the white cloak made him look more heroic. A small mechanical crossbow was hung around his waist.

After a while, a bonfire came into view. Hundreds of soldiers were sitting on the ground, while several others were lying in the snow or hiding among the leaves, keeping alert at all times.

In the very center, Shen Qianqian was wrapped in damp and cold clothes, her hair short and neat, and her upright figure was like a straight pine tree, unyielding, completely different from two years ago.

"slogan!"

"One hundred and eighty glasses of palace jade liquor!"

After shouting the slogan, Mo Xiaobei, who had been tense for a long time, let out a sigh of relief. His steps became much lighter. He shook off the snow on his body, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Xiaobei, you're back?"

Seeing Mo Xiaobei, Shen Qianqian waved, then picked up the kettle on the campfire and poured her a cup of boiling hot water. The hot steam hit her face and blurred her eyes.

"what!"

Mo Xiaobei took the teacup and drank it hurriedly. A warm current flowed from his throat into his internal organs, warming his body and dispelling the slight chill in his body.

As a scout in the army, Mo Xiaobei often ran alone in the vast broad-leaved forest. Once he was out, he would be away for several days. He could not make a fire or drink hot water, and the conditions were very difficult.

After a cup of tea, when Mo Xiaobei recovered, Shen Qianqian couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? Have you found any traces of the Abyss Demon Clan?"

The Abyss Demons invaded the Daqian Dynasty on a large scale. The two sides fought at the Imperial Pass for more than half a year. Dozens of battles made the Porcupine Clan realize that Shen Yuanliang was not someone to be trifled with. For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate.

In order to find out the next move of the Abyss Demon Clan, Shen Qianqian took the initiative to take on the task of "catching the tongue" and went thousands of miles deep into the wilderness.

"Your Highness, there is a camp eighty miles to the northeast, with thousands of people."

While drying his wet clothes, Mo Xiaobei reported in detail the information he had discovered in the past few days, and drew a map on the snow.

Nangong Pushe, who had a white fox face and two swords on his waist, saw this and volunteered to fight: "Princess, the eighty-mile journey can be reached in half an hour, how about giving it a try?"

In order to avenge his father and become stronger, Nangong Pushe joined the princess's mansion, became Shen Qianqian's military officer, and managed his guards.

Hearing this, Shen Qianqian stood up suddenly, looked around, and ordered firmly: "Pack your equipment and set off in a quarter of an hour!"

"Here!"

The low sound startled the swans perched on the pine trees, and the white snow fluttered.

Meanwhile, patrol the camp.

A huge bonfire rose up, crackling, and a scent of pine resin filled the air. On the black iron rack, a Russian was roasted, sizzling with oil, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Captain Horace Ford drank the vodka stored in the Russians' cellar. Under the heat of the bonfire and the strong liquor, his face turned red and he felt dizzy.

"Damn this awful weather!"

Horace Ford was very dissatisfied and muttered curses, but he had no choice but to drink to drown his sorrows and vent his anger.

It is icy and snowy, and the porcupines are also afraid of the cold. In the world of the abyss, at this time, it is very comfortable to drink wine and eat meat by the roaring fireplace. How can it be like now?

"Boss, just one Russian is not enough!"

Adjutant Andrew Moore, who was standing by, heard the sizzling sound, swallowed hard, and said, "How about grilling a few more?"

To the Abyss Demons, humans are a rare delicacy. The hundreds of Russians, Huns, and Turks imprisoned in the camp are all food for them, kept in captivity like cattle and sheep. "Yes, sure!"

Horace Ford waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"Great Spirit, save us!"

"Devils, all devils."

Then, amidst the shrill wails, the clean-washed Russians were pulled clean, put onto iron skewers, and placed on an iron rack, where they rolled around and gradually lost their breath of life.

"boom!"

At this moment, the sound of explosions one after another resounded through the world, and thick smoke rose slowly. The lax patrol team suffered heavy casualties and the scene was in a mess.

"kill!"

Shen Qianqian pressed the "bracelet" on her wrist, and the amber armor was instantly put on. She stepped on the thick snow and rushed forward.

Hundreds of soldiers followed closely behind, forming a cone shape, with surging blood and energy rippling out, melting the hard frozen soil. Each of them was at least level three.

The sounds of swords clashing and horses neighing intertwined together. The brutal war came and went quickly, and was over in just half an hour.

"boom!"

Adjutant Horace Ford was thrown heavily to the ground by Nangong Pushe. His internal organs were burning and blood spurted out. The intense pain made him curl up in a ball.

Wiping the winter thunder in his hand with soft silk, Nangong Pushe's eyes flashed coldly and he said murderously: "Princess, he is the only one left alive. The other demon cubs were killed."

Nangong Pushe and the others could not bear to see the demons eating humans, so they were filled with righteous indignation and hacked the evil demons to death with their swords. It was only at her strong request that Horace Ford stay.

"Xiaobei, I leave it to you."

In the orange-yellow firelight, Shen Qianqian's face was gloomy, with a murderous intent lingering in her heart: "Get the information out of him. If he refuses to talk, I'll use the ten tortures one by one."

……

Under the broken sky, white tents bloomed like flowers, with no boundaries. There were trenches, chevaux de frise, arrow towers and other facilities, making the entire camp as difficult to attack as a hedgehog.

Inside the central army tent, Aldous Lucero, who was wearing half-body armor, was regulating his breathing. He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately felt much better.

Slowly opening his eyes, Aldous Lucero had a cold face and clenched his fists, saying, "Qingdi, just wait for me. I will make you suffer after I break through!"

Three years ago, Aldous Lucero led the remaining soldiers all the way westward and swept across the entire western land, sacrificing endless blood and souls to the great will of the abyss.

After two full years of fighting, slaughtering tens of millions, and paying a huge price, they finally contacted the abyss world, the 6666th plane.

In order to avenge his previous humiliation, Aldous Lucero returned to the East to fight Shen Yuanliang to the death. However, after fighting for many days, the towering Imperial Pass was like an insurmountable chasm that even birds could not cross, and he himself was also seriously injured.

"Crash!"

The priest in feather robes lifted the heavy curtain, and the whistling cold wind blew in. The temperature in the tent dropped sharply and became extremely cold.

"Commander." Tightening his clothes, the priest said solemnly, "The great elder sent a letter saying that the second expeditionary force will arrive in ten days."

(End of this chapter)